Master gave me a hug, kiss and slap on my butt as he left. I went to the maid’s closet and took off my leather collar, cuffs and house heels. I wore one of my new “right size” bras, suspender hose, blouse with the upper buttons undone, and one of my suits that had been altered to fit tighter and end above my knees. A pair of heels higher than I had ever regularly worn to the office completed my outfit.
Arriving at the office the receptionist gave me a long look over and my clerk commented on how sharp I looked that morning. My coworker stopped by mid-morning. She immediately reached out and touched the medallion on my collar before asking, “Ok, new relationships glow, someone’s initials around your neck, and no longer dressed to hide the bod. Please fill me in.”
I smiled and told her, “I moved in with the grocery delivery guy this weekend.”
She smiled and gave me a high five, “Wow, you southern girls move fast. Congratulations. Is the ring next?”
The question left me speechless. I finally answered, “One step at a time and we are a long way from that.”
But after she left, I was pondering. Would Master ever ask me to marry him? What would I say if he asked? Now it seemed an incomprehensible step in our relationship. He was my Master, and I was his. I finally decided that my answer was right for me too, one step at a time a long way before we considered that option, if we ever do.
Shortly before noon, Master texted me his code for the grocery store and told me to order whatever I wanted to eat this week, that I was now responsible for dinners, whether it be at home or eating out. At lunch I commented about it to my coworker, and she responded, “How domestic.” I thought about that all through lunch and finally decided that I was simply serving my Master by handling things that made his life easier. That decision brought a smile to my face which got another quizzical look from my coworker.
I got home before Master. I changed in the maid’s closet, losing my suit and blouse, gaining cuffs, leather collar, higher heels, but I decided to leave my suspender hose on. Master seemed to like that look.
There was a note on the door to check the office. I crawled there and was surprised to see my desk and chair complete with dildo set up next to Master’s. The internet outlet I needed was there and obviously new.
In the kitchen I realized that the cupboards were bare. Master obviously ate most of his meals at restaurants. I made a list of the bare necessities that a kitchen needed and added a few things for meals that I might make that week. I took my laptop to my desk and hooked it up. Using Masters grocery code, I ordered my list for delivery the next day. When I finished instead of a dollar total there was a note, “Corporate Charge.” Apparently one of Master’s job perks.
I went and found Master’s gym in the basement; it was one of the doors off the dungeon. I thought, “How appropriate.” It seemed well equipped with top of the line elliptical, treadmill, exercise bike, a multi station weight machine, a large selection of free weights and a padded area on the floor. Two walls were mirrors. I noticed there was no dressing room or toilet room.
I was back upstairs when I heard the garage door open. I crawled over to the back door to wait for Master in proper position, kneeling, knees wide apart, hips rotated forward to present my cunt, back straight, shoulders back, fingers interlocked behind my head with elbows back, and eyes down.
I heard the door close and soon saw Master’s shoes in front of me.
“How was your day? Master asked.
Master had told me to look at him when he spoke, so I looked up into his smiling face, “It was good Master. How was yours?
Master replied, “Mine was also very good, we can talk about them over dinner. Are we eating out tonight?”
I had to reply, “Yes, Master. Your cupboard is pretty barren. I have ordered food to be delivered tomorrow, but there was nothing to fix for tonight.”
Master smiled, “Any problems making the order?”
I replied, “No Sir, charged to the corporate account when I used Master’s code. One question Master, what am I to wear when they deliver tomorrow. You know what happened with the last delivery person.”
Master laughed, “I don’t know it seemed to work out pretty well, but we will find something while we are out. Get dressed.”
Seeing Master was going out still in his suit I checked the maid’s closet for something suitable. Master had chosen all the dresses there. They were all short, fingertip or shorter, and either low cut or with the upper buttons removed. I sighed, knowing I had to get used to Master showing me off when we went out. I picked one out, took off my cuffs and leather collar, slipped on the dress and coat and met Master in the car. Not surprisingly we wound up at the restaurant where he was part owner. Also, not surprising Master played with the ball over my clit the entire drive over. I was on edge halfway there.
Master recommended the Monday special, stroganoff and we decided to split an order. Master picked a nice wine to go with it. While we were waiting, I asked Master for a change in my rules. I asked if I could walk instead of crawl when in the house without Master. Master hesitated only for a moment before saying yes, that it made sense, especially with the maid and trainer coming by each week.
I told Master about my reception at the office today. The receptionist noticed the change in my appearance, my clerk commented saying I looked very nice, my coworker handling Master’s medallion, told me I had the new relationship glow, and approved of the new fit of my suits. That got a big smile from Master. I did not tell Master about the question about a ring, I still wasn’t comfortable about that potential issue. Fortunately, the food arrived cutting off any potential follow up questions.
As we were finishing Master said that he had a convention in Las Vegas coming up in two weeks, Thursday through Sunday, and would I like to go? It took me a nanosecond to say yes to a weekend in Vegas with Master. He said he would handle the arrangements.
As we left the restaurant Master stopped at a small shop in the neighborhood, Master reminded me he had agreed to a cover up for greeting people at the door. I saw several very nice coverups, but Master found a piece of lace with satin trim that he liked. Sir had me go to the dressing room and remove my dress and come out for him to take a look. It barely covered my cunt and plunged in the front to the waist belt just covering my nipples, and what it did cover the lace didn’t do much to conceal. Master said “Perfect.” and handed the clerk his credit card.
When we got to Master’s, he told me to change and meet him in the dungeon. When I was ready, I crawled to the dungeon wearing my cuffs, leather collar, heels and plug. I didn’t know what Master had planned, but I was resolved to be Master’s “good girl” and make him proud.
In the dungeon Master was standing by the massage table holding the leather slapper from the previous night. Master helped me onto the table and attached my wrist cuffs to the ankle cuffs, so I was on the table, ass high, tits and face on the table.
I was expecting my butt to explode in pain as Master started my nightly spankings. Instead, I felt the plug being pulled out of my ass and lubed fingers replacing it. Once over the surprise the sensation felt wonderful as Master gently probed and stretched my ring. I was just sinking into the feeling when my butt did explode in pain as Master delivered my twenty swats on each butt cheek in rapid fashion. My butt cheeks were again on fire. As Master finished my butt spankings, I realized my ass was still full of lubed fingers. Which suddenly disappeared.
Master essentially picked me up and placed me back on the table on my back. My wrists were still attached to my ankles but now above me. Master came up by my head and delivered the nightly spankings to my tits spreading the fire to my tits and new pain to my nipples.
Master moved back to the end of the table by my ass, and pulled me down to that end of the table. I felt Master’s cock pushing against my ring and slip inside my ass. Master paused as Sir usually does to allow my ass to adjust to his cock. But suddenly my cunt exploded in pain as Master administered my nightly cunt spankings. By the time I received all twenty my cunt joined my tits and ass being on fire from their spankings.
Then a new sensation. Master started fucking my ass long and slow, then slowly picking up the pace, the depth impact of his hips against my burning butt and his pelvis hard against my burning cunt every time Master bottoms out in my ass. It is an overwhelming mix of sensations: the millions of nerve endings in my ass sending pleasure signals to my brain, the pain from my butt from both the spanking and the impact of his hips, the complete mix of sensations every time his pelvis bumps against my burning cunt. Add to the physical sensations the joy I feel that Master is using me, I am serving Master and pleasing him. The mix of sensations is overwhelming, all I can do is moan in response.
I always said I never come from anal, but whether from anal or the crazy mix of sensations I came, hard. My cunt clenched and ripples ran up and down it. My ass clenched so hard on Master’s cock that I could feel it for three days. I screamed till I was hoarse. My feet cramped. My whole body went rigid and then collapsed.
Master never missed a stroke he fucked me through the most intense orgasm of my life. Just as I was coming down and trying to catch a breath, I felt Master cum deep in my ass. The pulse of every shot in my ass sent a new ripple through my cunt. I think if I had been able, I would have cum again. It was such an exquisite feeling.
Master reached up and released my wrists from my ankles. My arms fell to my side, but Master guided my legs onto his shoulders allowing him to remain deep in my ass. Master was making small movements with his cock, each one sending new ripples through my cunt. He reached two fingers into my cunt with his thumb caressing my clit. I clenched his fingers with my Kegels which brought a smile to Master’s face. Master withdrew his finger, leaned forward and gave me his fingers to lick and suck them clean of my juices.
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