I felt the stretch as Master added another finger and worked them deeper. I was ready for a twinge of pain when Master removed his fingers, and I knew that his cock was next. I felt his cock against my ring and a gentle push, but rather than a twinge of pain, I felt Master in me.
Master held it just inside my ass for a minute or so and then started slowly working it deeper and deeper. He went in an inch or so then back half that, then in, then back. I felt his hips against my butt and knew that I had all of Master in my ass. What a feeling, what a rush to have Master balls deep in my ass.
Master started long slow strokes, almost all the way out, then in till I felt his hips again. After a few of the long slow strokes Master started picking up the pace, going faster and harder, but just as deep. Master told me later that I was moaning continuously once he started fucking my ass faster, I don’t remember that, but I do remember how incredible it felt.
Master took a firm hold of my hips and slammed hard against my ass, I felt him spasm deep inside me, and a sudden warmth as Master came in my ass. I wanted to collapse on the bed on my stomach, but Master held tight to my hips and told me not to hurt today’s work. He rolled us onto our sides, still balls deep in my ass. He spooned me and held me tight, kissing and biting my shoulder and neck. I rolled my hips feeling him moving in my ass. He reached over and cupped a breast, avoiding the nipple and piercing.
He whispered in my ear, “Mine.”
I smiled and whispered back, “All yours, Sir”
We laid together until dark. At some point Master had pulled out of my ass and replaced the plug. He objected to my cleaning him, but I did it anyway. As I told him, Southern Girls clean up their messes.
Finally, I had to go. Master helped me down the stairs, get dressed and walked me out to my car. One last hug and kiss and he helped me into the car. I waved as I drove off and immediately started to cry. I found breathing helped with that pain too.
Once home I immediately stripped except for my heels which already met the at home requirement. I checked my messages and email, nothing urgent. All I wanted to do was go to bed so I laid out my clothes for the morning, dress suit, suspender hose, soft bra. I changed the band aids over my nipples, brushed my teeth, removed my plug, then knelt in front of the mirror and did my spankings and edged. I crawled to bed and started to review all that had happened this weekend but was quickly asleep.
The alarm went off way too early. I crawled to the bathroom, used the toilet, took my soap enema, removed the plastic wrap, gauze and band aids then showered. I had to be careful using the shower head to edge to avoid it hitting the new hood piercing. Out of the shower I released my enema, put my heels on, inserted my plug, and crawled to the kitchen to fix breakfast.
As I was eating breakfast, I got a text with Masters ringtone. “I’m here.”
WTF, then I remembered what I was supposed to do. I crawled over and unlocked the door, knelt free of the door swing, knees wide, back straight, hands behind my head, elbows and shoulders back, hips rotated forward, head high, eyes down.
The door opened and I watched a pair of shoes walk past me and put something on the counter. Then the shoes were in front of me. “Eyes up” was the command. I looked up at Master’s smiling face.”
He said, “You are mine, that means that I am responsible for your wellbeing, so I stopped by to check on you. I brought you some things from the grocery store. I would have had them delivered, but I know what happened to the last boy I sent over here. Now stand up and hug me.”
I almost jumped to my feet to hug and kiss Master. Master said, “You seem to be doing better, how do you feel and remember honesty is a requirement.”
I smiled and told Master, “I feel much better, my nipples are tender but don’t really hurt, the hood piercing never really hurt. The sharp pain from the tattoo is gone, but it still hurts. I’ll take some Tylenol.
He nodded then got a very serious look. “I have a very serious question, I need you to think about, don’t rush your decision. Do you want to stay here in this apartment or come live with me?
With that Master hugged me, kissed me, swatted my bare ass twice, and left.
All I could think about was Master wanted me live with him. I got dressed and drove to the office, still in that cloud.
I walked into the office and was immediately greeted by a favorite coworker’s “How was your weekend?
Before my mind could formulate a response, she read my smile, “That good.” She stated.
My mind finally connected with my tongue, “Yes it was a very good weekend.”
Aware of my dating dry spell she asked, “Who is he, what does he do?”
I smiled and said, “He is the grocery delivery boy.” Then I turned and walked into my office leaving here standing their open mouth.
Five minutes later she was back in my office. “It is OK if you don’t want to tell me.”
I laughed, and told her, “No he was the grocery delivery boy during the big snowstorm. He delivered my order. Now as it happens, he is a VP for the whole food store chain and was just helping a local store that was short on help during the storm.”
She had to ask one too many questions, “So what did you two do all weekend.”
I gave “the look” and she immediately knew she had asked too much, said her clerk was calling her and left.
I spent the rest of the morning trying to get a client out of a property title mess she had created herself. She had meant to transfer her house to her son, but accidentally transferred it to her estranged ex-husband, to John F. xxx Sr, instead of John F.xxx Jr. She couldn’t understand the problem, “can’t they just fix the title?” By the time she left the office I was ready to scream. On the plus side it did make me forget all about the pain from the tattoo.
My other issue all day was that damn ball hanging from my hood piercing. Every step I took it bounced off my clit. It kept me so horny all day that even the dweeb mail kid, looked interesting. For lunch several wanted to walk to a restaurant about two blocks away. I had to fight an orgasm both going and returning. The only thing that kept me from sending a begging request to Master was the arrival of a major client.
After work I went to Mall of America. Sometimes when I need to think and clear my head walking is what I do, and Mall of America is showing its age, but still warm are reasonably safe. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that walking in heels with a ball bouncing on your clit every step makes clear thinking difficult.
My cunt said what is the issue, move in and be Master’s every non-working hour. My logical brain said, “Slow down, what is the rush. You’ve known him less than a week. Take it slow and let things develop. My gut was either flipflopping or reacting to the burrito I had for lunch. Being a lawyer, my brain develops the convincing case for going slow, my cunt does an immediate rebuttal, and my gut does another flip flop. It doesn’t help that I had to sit down to keep my cunt from settling the argument with its third orgasm already since I got here. The Mall needs to put a “Slippery with wet” sign on the floor at the location of my last one.
As I sat there thinking, first leaning one way, and then the other, and then just completely lost, I finally reached my conclusion. I picked up my phone to call Master.
Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota, IV – The decision.
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