Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2017 20:35:27 -0700 (MST)
From: Lorraine
Subject: My Master is Fair

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The following story is one of pure fiction but derived from personal
experiences. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.  The
author reserves all rights.  The story may be copied and shared in its
entire, unedited, original format only. - Feb. 15, 2017
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MY MASTER IS FAIR

By

Lorraine

PART ONE:

My Master is fair. Firm, but fair. When training, I try to be a good Bitch
for him. I am quick to obey commands and I am very attentive to his
needs. But when I do not meet Master's expectations, punishment is swift
and unforgiving. I don't mind. It is as it should be. I should be
punished so that I can be better in the future. Pain is a good teacher. But
even after the pain, it hurts me deeply inside knowing that I have failed
Master. Much more than the pain administered. I stay awake at night and
worry about what I am doing wrong and what I need to do to pleasure him
properly and win back my pride in being a good Bitch.

Master has always praised me for my presentation to him. I try to look
acceptable when he comes home. I make sure my body is soft and smooth. I
wear seductive clothing. All to ensure the maximum amount of pleasure for
him. He finds my ass and pussy pleasing to look at and he mounts me
regularly.  I love being bred by Master and the gift of his seed is my
reward for being his property. This makes me very happy.

But I am a failure. I do not deserve to have such wonderful Master. I do
not deserve to carry his seed in me. Why? Because I have been unable to
service Master to completion orally. I am ashamed to admit it, but it is
sadly too true. This is my sad story.

Master is not my first man. Even though he is now my only man and I will
never spread for another. So I can say with some confidence, even pride,
that I know how to orally service a man. In the past, I have been praised
for my technique. It is something I enjoy. I love the feel of a man's
penis in my mouth. I love the feel of my lips sliding down the shaft as I
take it deep into my throat. I crave the rush of hot cum filling my
mouth. And I especially like the idea that I having so pleasured a man he
has honoured me with the glorious gift of his seed. But this means nothing
to me now. My only thought is for Master.  My only feelings, my shame and
embarrassment in my failure to him.

I must tell you that Master likes to take time and savour my mouth. He has
told me this. But this does not excuse the fact that once he has spent time
in my mouth, I cannot then give him the added sensations and pleasure to
bring him to orgasm. See. I told you I am a useless dumb Bitch!

Master is a man of habit and likes things the same when he gets home. He
arrives home each day at the same time. This gives me plenty of time to
prepare myself for him. Firstly, I ensure that my pussy is clean. I fill my
red rubber enema bag with warm water and hang it high to get the maximum
pressure. I then insert the probe deep into my cunt and let it fill me. Oh,
by the way, I call my pink puckered entrance my pussy. But my warm insides
is my cunt. Usually, I can take the whole amount of water. I wait until I
can feel it seeping into my guts before I run to the bathroom to
evacuate. Then I wait ten minutes and repeat. Once I am sure that I am
totally clean. I can then shower. While showering, I shave myself to remove
any offensive stubble. I pay special attention to my ass and my
breasts. They must be silky smooth. Master loves to fondle both. I am so
lucky!

Once I am totally clean both on the inside and outside, it is time to
moisten my skin and get dressed. I use a quick absorbing cream so I
won't feel slippery (except where I am supposed to feel that way) when
Master touches me. After waiting a suitable time for the moisturizing cream
to absorb I have the difficult task of choosing what clothes to wear for
Master that day. I know what he likes. He likes me to be partially dressed
but not overly dressed. He has worked hard all day and I want him to smile
when he opens the door and sees me. So it takes time to get it right and I
always worry that whatever I wear, it will not be
right. Decisions. Decisions.

Today I put on my push-up black bra, black garter belt with sheer black
stockings, and matching lace open crotch panties. All under a see through
herring bone halter style mini dress. Now comes the hard part. Waiting. By
this time, I am very hot and bothered. Master's Bitch is in heat and
ready for whatever he commands.

Finally, I hear Master's car pull up and his footsteps as he approaches
the door. I open the door before he can reach for the handle. I know if all
my preparation has been worth it if I am given an approving smile as he
enters. Today is a good day, he smiles! I stand there letting him look me
over with approval.  My impulse is to wrap my arms around his neck and give
him a passionate "welcome home" kiss. But I know better. I must first
help him off with his coat. Which I dutifully do. Then I passively stand
waiting for his direction. Today he must be very pleased. He takes me into
his arms and kisses me; sticking his tongue deep into my mouth. I know this
is his signal to suck his tongue. I play with it as if it were a cock as he
moves it in and out of my mouth. All the while he has moved a hand to my
breast and is squeezing my nipple until I squirm with pain. Then he moves
his hand down to my man parts and smiles.

Saying, "You're very wet today."

I am a bit embarrassed. I am so wet that I soaked right through my panties
and dress.

Then he whispers, "You know where you should be."

This is my cue to drop to my knees and undo his pants and remove
them. Quickly! Master does not want the mood spoiled. With practiced skill
I have the pants off and I take his wonderful cock and put it in my mouth.

Somebody once said that a Master desires to be needed and that a submissive
desires to be wanted.  Well, I need Master. I need to submit to him. To
feel his cock in my mouth. I physically need him to mount me and breed
me. Without this, I am nothing. And only Master can quench the fire that
burns in me. It is such a relief to have his cock in my mouth. I feel like
a drug addict getting her fix. I start with long, slow strokes down his
shaft. Feeling it harden as the heat, the wet and the movement pleasure
him. Once it is hard, I then start to use my tongue as I slowly stroke his
cock with my lips. My tongue massages the sensitive bundle of nerves
running the length of the bottom of the shaft. Applying just enough
pressure to add to the motion of my mouth. Occasionally, I will slow enough
to rub my tongue over the head and then stick the tip into his piss hole. I
am always conscious of his reactions. The small sighs guiding me in how I
pleasure him.

But I am nervous. I know that if he commands that I have him in my mouth
too long he may get distracted and his pleasure will diminish. I so want to
please him. I so need to have his seed fill my mouth! I need to redeem
myself and my self-worth. But I know this is just the beginning. Patience
Bitch. Patience.


PART TWO

I am in heaven. This is what I was made for. To pleasure my man. The taste
of his pre-cum is now filling my mouth and this urges me on to ever greater
efforts to work Master's cock with my lips and tongue. I begin to push
the cock head ever deeper into my mouth. With each successive stroke the
head of his cock pushes to the back and towards the opening of my
throat. Now I slow the tempo and as the head reaches the back my mouth I
push hard and relax my muscles to allow the cock into my throat. I hold it
there for a few seconds moving only enough to provide stimulation to the
head of his cock. Master groans with pleasure. I am conscious that I am
leaking. My pre-cum now soaking my panties. But I must concentrate on
pleasuring my man and forget my own pleasure!

Now my throat muscles have been stretched. I begin to take long deep
stokes. Each time pushing Master's cock deep down my throat. But
something isn't right! I am holding on to Master's hips for balance
and I notice that there is a tenseness that has not been there before. What
am I doing wrong?  What is happening? Master grabs my head with both hands
and roughly forces him against me; pushing his cock deeper than it has ever
been in my throat, holding it there. I have no power and wait. I cannot
breathe, his cock cutting off all air. I feel like I will pass out in
seconds as the world turns grey. Just then Master moves my head enough to
allow me one quick gulp of air before violently starting to fuck my
mouth. Holding my head and thrusting his hips, his cock raping my throat.

"Make me cum Bitch!" "Make me cum!" "Do it right!"

I still could not breathe fully and it was all I could do to remain
conscious as I received his brutal pounding in mouth and throat. My eyes
were tearing and mucus was pouring out of my nose from pounding. I don't
know how much time passed. Seconds seemed like minutes.

Finally Master yelled "Fuck" and pushed me off his cock and I fell
backwards on to the floor. Gasping for breath.

I lie there not moving. Not knowing what to do. I knew enough not to say
anything until spoken to.  What had I done wrong? What did I do? What a
stupid Bitch I must be. Master just stood there looking at me. Looking
through me like I wasn't there.

"Get up" he said calmly.

I slowly got up and stood facing him.

"I'm sorry Master, I . . ."

"Did I tell you to speak!" he shouted back to me.

"No, please, I'm sorry." Was all that I could blurt out. I was
totally confused and did not know what to do.

"Take off your dress." He said calmly. "And wipe that shit off
your face."

I slowly shimmied the dress over my head in the way I knew Master liked and
when finished wiped the tears and mucus from my face with it.

There was no pleasure on his face. No joy at seeing me naked before him,
but for my bra, panties and stockings, as he usually did.

"You have been a bad gurl. You have failed me." He said slowly. His
voice cold. "Do you know how you have failed me?"

I was in despair. I knew that I was a failure. But hearing my Master say it
to me was crushing. I felt like dirt. Less than dirt in his eyes. Where
previously I enjoyed standing naked before him; letting him take in my body
and take pleasure from it, I now suddenly felt naked and ashamed.

"No Master." I replied.

"Try harder." He said sternly.

"Because I don't do what I'm told?" I whispered.

"Think some more. Take your time." He said. "Take off your
panties; turn around and expose yourself."

I immediately took off my panties and turned around, spread my legs and
bent over, giving him full view of my ass and puckered pussy. Wondering
what was to happen next. He moved towards me. I could feel his hands moving
over my ass and down my thighs. Moving over to my soft and smooth inner
thighs and then up to my pussy where he rubbed in soft circular motions. I
began to relax, enjoying the sensations and let out a little moan of
pleasure. Then, without warning Master shoved two of his fingers deep into
my cunt. The sharp pain caused me to gasp as I adjusted to the
intrusion. He then began to explore my insides. Fingers twisting and
turning inside me until he found the little nub of my prostrate.  He began
to rub and press down on the little bump. Not gently as he had in the past,
but with such force that there was a pain that I had not known before. All
pleasure was gone, only the urgent need to endure. To submit. Pain was his
to give. My duty to receive. I could feel the thick fluids flow through my
cock as he milked me. Then the tingle as they reached the head of my cock
and flowed out, splattering the floor. I could not tell what Master was
thinking. I could not see his face.

Suddenly the pain and the fingers were gone. I didn't move. Didn't
speak. I remained bent over, legs spread, fully exposed, my man parts still
profusely dripping my pre-cum on the floor where there was now a puddle
growing. I felt embarrassed, and humiliated by my inability to control the
flow of the juices dripping from my cock.

"Bad Bitches need to be disciplined." Master said
quietly. "You're a bad Bitch, aren't you?" "You are a
stupid, silly cunt. Aren't you?"

"Yes Master." I replied.

"Yes Master. What?" He said sternly.

"Yes Master. I am a stupid cunt who has failed you. I should be
disciplined for failing you."

I truly believed that what I was saying was correct. I had failed Master. I
was a dumb cow. His pleasure was my responsibility and no matter how hard I
tried sometimes, I could not do what was expected. I knew what he wanted me
to say, but for some reason, I couldn't admit it. Something held me back
from admitting to Master what he expected to hear. I know it did not matter
that he was the first man I could not satisfy orally. That past pride was
erased by my failure. I was a worthless cunt. But still I couldn't answer.

"You will be." He said. "You will be."

I could feel him place his left hand on hip and then the soft tip of his
substantial cock probing my opening. Then, with one hard thrust, he was
inside me. Hands grabbing my hips and pulling me onto him. Forcing himself
deep into my warm wet interior. Never before had he so brutally entered
me. I gasped, reaching for the couch to steady myself as he began to pound
me without remorse.

"Take it bitch. Take it Bitch." He groaned as he unrelentingly raped
me.

I thought that for sure he was going to rip my insides and break me. Each
thrust seeming to go ever deeper into me. After a dozen or so strokes the
pain eased and the pleasure was building. The thrusting of his magnificent
cock making me wet as I had one anal orgasm after another. Yes, I am one of
those rare Bitches that actually can have true anal orgasms. I was being
bred by my man and I was in heaven!  This is what I lived for! This was my
purpose in life. To be mounted, and bred as a Bitch. To take joy in
submitting. To the fulfillment of having him plant his seed in me.

Master reached over and undid my bra to gain access to my breasts. At first
squeezing them hard and then pinching my nipples and pulling them. Then he
concentrated on my right nipple squeezing it with his fingernails. So hard
that I was sure there would be blood. The intense pain and the pleasure
were mixed together. Heightening the experience. Presently he slowed. The
thrusts now shorter and shorter. He stopped, his cock resting in my
cunt. Breathing heavily. I was content to just "be". To feel him in
me. Waiting for him to resume. Waiting for the rush of his cum into me. I
needed his seed. It was a physical imperative. I ached for the feeling of
the warm fluid filling my passage and the release of all my sexual tensions
that it brought. But there was to be no relief. He pulled out of
me. Leaving me empty and frustrated.

"Clean me." He said.

I turned around and knelt before him and took him into my mouth and began
to suck off the thick cream coating his cock. Then licking the slightly
brown coating from his balls. "You missed some. Up here." As he
pointed to the thick hair at the base of his penis. It was wet with my
thick discharge. I moved my mouth there and licked and sucked all that
remained off him.

Satisfied that I had cleaned him sufficiently, he turned around and walked
towards the bedroom.

"Come." He said. "But first clean up your mess on the floor."

I turned around and got on my hands and knees and bent to lick up my
pre-cum from the floor. By now it was cold and was drying on the edges. It
took a couple of minutes to clean properly. But the time did give me the
opportunity to calm my throbbing cunt and regain some composure. This was
not a typical day with Master. I had no idea what to expect when I went to
the bedroom.

As I entered the bedroom, Master was sitting on the side of the
bed. Waiting patiently for me.

"Come here and kneel." He commanded. "Put my cock in your mouth."

This I dutifully did and began work his cock. He suddenly pulled out of my
mouth. And slapped me hard across my face. Knocking me to the floor. My
head was aching and strength of the blow left me dizzy.  My mind was
swimming.

"Did I tell you to suck Bitch?" He demanded.

It took me a few seconds for the words to sink in. "No Master." Was
all I could blurt out. I was so confused. I could feel the emotions build
up in me and I began to sob, tears running down my cheeks. I couldn't
control myself. It was all too much.

"Shut up Bitch!" He roared. "You will learn discipline".

I tried desperately to get myself under control as I got up and kneeled
before him. As I got up, he grabbed my head by the hair and pulled my mouth
onto his now raging cock. I was sobbing and gagging at the same time.

"Now don't move." He said.

I knelt there, slowly getting control of myself. Holding his cock in my
mouth, waiting. He took a deep breath and then began to piss, a strong,
pungent stream flooding my mouth. It took me by surprise.  Not that he was
using me as his toilet. He had done this before. It was my duty and honour
to be his toilet. I was too involved in my own self-pity to know what was
coming. The volume was so much that I choked before I could swallow the
warm piss hitting the back of my throat and rapidly filling my mouth.  The
yellow fluid ran down my chest dripping onto my cock. Now I was swallowing
as fast as I could to keep up with flow of his piss. I could feel my belly
growing with fluid as he emptied his bladder into me.  I was still
frantically gulping as he finished and withdrew his cock from my mouth.

"Put on your cuffs." He commanded.



PART THREE



Cuffs meant only one thing, discipline. I have grown used to being
disciplined by Master. Often because I did not meet his standards, or
sometimes just to be reminded that I am his Bitch. His Bitch to do with as
he pleases, when he pleases. The discipline usually follows the same
pattern. My hand and leg cuffs, actually more bindings than cuffs, are in
the night table. The bed I prepare in advance with attachment points on the
legs at the bottom of the footboard and with short ropes from the corners
of the headboard. It is a king size bed and the effect of being bound is
that my legs are spread so far apart they hurt, and I am bent over, my arms
are spread-eagled on the bed. This leaves me totally exposed and provides
Master with easy access to my waiting cunt, and my man parts if so desires.

But today, instead of looking forward to my discipline with its' sweet
combination of pain and pleasure, I was scared. My face was still smarting
from the blow Master gave me and to make things worse, Master's piss was
rapidly filling my bladder! I dutifully took out the cuffs from the drawer
and slowly put them on. Ensuring they were tight at both wrists and both
ankles. Then I walked to the base of the bed and bent over, prostrating
myself for binding. Master watched patiently with a wry grin that I could
not read. I was very unsure of myself and at this point, and simply wanted
to submit. To lose myself in obedience to my man. Not caring what happened
next.

Master came over and attached my arms and legs to the bed. As he spread my
legs fully to the corners of the bed my stomach went lower and pressed on
the footboard. This caused a great deal of pressure on my now full bladder
and it was all I could do to not release. Once Master ensured that I was
bound so tight that I could not move, he patted gently me on the ass and
left the room. I was afraid to move and look in what direction he went. I
was just left fully exposed and with nothing but my thoughts.

I could hear Master walking about the house and opening the fridge. Then
there was silence for some time before I heard his footsteps coming back to
the bedroom. My legs and back were beginning to hurt from being stretched
to their limits. My bladder hurt and my cock ached to release the piss. I
could not move my head far enough to see him, but I knew that he was now
behind me. Looking at his Bitch spread eagled before him. What was he
thinking? Why is he acting like this? Usually this would be something we
both looked forward to and both enjoyed. We would be chatting about
anything that popped into our heads. Happy just to be in each other's
company. Master would explore my ass, legs and pussy with his
hands. Soothing the skin and building my passion and sexual tension. I
would be softly groaning with pleasure as he gently probed my pussy and
fingered into my cunt. This would then be followed by the sting of the belt
across my ass. The pain, a wonderful counter-balance to the heat being
generated in my nether regions. Five. Ten. Sometimes fifteen lashes to my
body. Just enough to start making me squirm harder with each successive
blow. Until my ass glowed a deep rosy red.

Seeing me flinch and squeal with each blow excited Master as nothing else
could do. By the time my ass was the correct colour, Master had a raging
erection that demanded attention immediately. The moment the discipline
stopped he would mount me from behind. His substantial cock burying itself
in my hot interior. Finding a hot and very eager cunt to breed. His cock
entering me also brought desperately needed relief to me. My ass was on
fire on the outside and my cunt was aching to be fucked. As I said earlier,
I am one of the lucky Bitches that can have anal orgasms. In that state
they come hard and fast as Master's cock slides in and out of my hot and
hungry flesh. Each orgasm providing a tiny flush of warm juice into my
cunt. Bathing and lubricating his cock, bringing him closer to
completion. Truly heaven for a Bitch. Doing what she was born to do. Please
her man. But today was different. There was no small talk. No conversation
at all. I did not want to speak first and Master said nothing. The silence
was deafening.

Finally, he spoke. "You have been a bad little gurl. Haven't you?"
he said matter-of-factly. "You've been a bad gurl and you need to be
disciplined."

"Yes Master. I have been bad and I should be disciplined. I'm sorry
for displeasing you."

"How have you been bad?" He asked.

"I have not pleasured you properly?" I ventured. Stubbornly avoiding
the answer he expected. I heard him walk over to the shelf and take the
discipline belt. The belt was heavy black leather; two and a half inches
wide.

"How have you been bad?" He asked again. This time his voice was
harsh and stern.

But before I could answer the belt came down with brutal force against the
soft smooth skin of my exposed ass. I wasn't prepared for this. I let
out a sharp cry of pain mixed with surprise. The blow was much harder than
anything Master had ever delivered before. The pain, excruciating.

I let out a sharp cry. "Oh shit! . . . Fuck!"

Before I could begin to answer, Master said again, "How have you been
bad!"

Simultaneously delivering another swift blow to my ass. No time to
prepare. No time to think. Another cry of pain.

"Because I can't suck you properly!" I shouted out. My breathing
becoming rapid. Taking air in short gulps. Tears beginning to flood my eyes
again.

"Yes." He said quietly, almost lovingly. "You have failed me once
too often. You need to be disciplined.  Don't you?" He didn't
sound angry. He sounded almost sad.

"Yes." Was all I could whisper. "I am so sorry. I am so sorry."
"Please, I'll try harder."

I had said it. I suddenly felt very alone and naked. My body displayed
before him. Powerless and alone.  This was my reward for failure. But I had
tried so hard! I used every bit of skill I knew. Everything I had learned
before in how to pleasure orally. Just then, my despair suddenly changed to
anger as my mind feverously worked to understand. It wasn't me! I was
doing everything right! Hadn't I given great pleasure to other men in my
life? Didn't they tell me, over and over again, what wonderful head I
gave?  What a talented mouth I have? I felt defiant. This gave me
power. The courage to speak.

Still breathing hard, the pain burning into what now must be glowing red
ribbons across my body, I spoke out confidently. An anger and resentment
was building in me. Burning as hot as my abused flesh.

"I've tried everything I know." "I work so hard to please
you. There is nothing left for me to do." I said with an undertone of
accusation in my voice.

"There is much left to learn, and do. You obviously don't know
everything do you?" Was his only response.

I wish I could see his face. I could then get some idea of what he was
thinking. What was his body saying as well as his mind? Standing there
behind me, a disembodied voice. I heard understanding and gentleness. But I
also heard determination there as well. It was getting harder to think. I
was confused by my own emotions and my shame at failing him. My shame and
now a festering anger. I was being blamed for something not my fault. And,
to make things worse, my bladder was becoming ever more insistent. It
needed relief. My still burning flesh was calling out for some gentle
ministrations. I just wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear for a
while and make some sense of what was happening.

"No." Was all I could muster out of my jumble of thoughts.

"I cannot put all the blame on you. I have been remiss in your
training. You have great skills in pleasuring. But you must learn to
pleasure me. As I want and need it, not as others would like." "Do
you understand?"

"No." Again.

I wasn't thinking clearly and I really had no idea what he meant. What
else could I do with my lips, tongue and mouth that would be any different
or better or more skilled? I waited patiently for more.

"You will learn. Your training begins today." He said gently but with
a firm resolution.

"But first you must be taught discipline and obedience. You have to
understand that to please, you must submit totally." "Your failures
and your defiance today demand that you be punished." He was right and I
knew it.

Master walked around the side of the bed to where I could see him. Even in
my condition, I could not help but think how beautiful he looked. His
muscled body beautifully proportioned. His facial features masculine and
sharply defined. His magnificent cock still hard and ready for whatever he
desired of me.  For a split second I reminded myself of what a lucky Bitch
I am to have such a man want me. He leaned over towards my head and I could
see he had my soaked panties in his hand.

"Now open your mouth like a good gurl." He said.

He reached over and began to stuff the panties in my mouth. They smelled
strongly of my scent. The wetness on them was cold and slippery as they
were forced in. Once in they filled my mouth completely. He then grabbed a
tie from the open closet and put it over my stuffed mouth and tied it hard
behind the back of my head. Master had never done this before. Normally, my
slutty little mind would have liked this. But today, nothing was
normal. Nothing made sense. I began to get scared. I wanted to tell him
that I didn't want to play anymore. I had had enough today. But all I
could do was make a muffled noise through the gag. I tried to push out the
panties with my tongue, but it was impossible.

Master walked back behind me and I could not tell what was happening. It
was now very quiet. He didn't move for at least a minute.

Then he said. "You have been a bad little Bitch." "You must learn
what my needs are. This is lesson one."

With that, Master brought the belt down my exposed flesh. It felt even
harder than the last blows. If that was possible. The pain and the surprise
made me scream into my gag. I squirmed in my bindings but to no
avail. Again the belt hissed in the air as it found my body. Again the
searing pain! The next blow was higher up; hitting my lower back. The pain
even more intense having never been abused there before. Tears started to
flow down my cheeks. Gentle, muffled sobs were the only sound I could make.

Again the hiss of the belt. This time it hit my left leg, the end wrapping
around to inflict its' brutal force on my soft, smooth inner
thigh. Another muffled scream as I lost control of my bladder and my hot
piss flowed onto the floor. I couldn't stop the flow until I was
emptied. I felt humiliated at not being able to control myself in front of
him.

The belt fell again and again. I struggled against my bindings, trying to
hide from the blows. But there was no place to hide. The pain never ceasing
for a second. I lost sense of time and place. Eventually I had no will to
fight it. No will to scream. No will left to even cry. I finally, simply
gave myself up to the pain. Twenty, maybe thirty strokes, I lost count,
rendered on my naked exposed body. I did not move, I did not struggle
anymore. I simply accepted. I found an inner place where I could hide. A
place of quiet peace where the storm passed over me. My mind was calm. I
could think clearly while someone else was being savagely whipped. I then
realised I was made for this. That this is the role that I was born to
fulfill. It was some time before I realised the whipping had stopped. I
came back through several levels of consciousness, back to reality. The
pain that had been accepted by me, welcomed by me, now washed over my naked
flesh in burning waves. I was in agony. My back, ass and legs burning from
the lashes, yet I was shivering all over.

My Master walked around the end of the bed, leaned over, removed the tie
and the gag from my mouth. He then ran his hand over my face. Wiping the
tears from my cheeks with my panties and then ran his fingers through my
hair. The mixture of his tender touch and the pain was beautiful. I was
fulfilled. Complete in my surrender to him and to the moment.

Master knelt at my side. Softly, he began to move his hands over my body,
admiring his handiwork. The movement of his hands brought both intense pain
as well as pleasure as he stroked the still burning flesh of my back. He
moved his hand to my ass and ran a single finger down my crack to my gently
rub my exposed pussy. The touch of the finger on my puckered opening was
like lightening. The feeling intense beyond anything I had ever felt
before. Slowly his finger circled the ridges of delicate flesh.  Slowly
applying more pressure until the muscles relented and his finger entered
me. I gave a small moan of pleasure as he began to move his finger in and
then out in a slow, soft and tender rhythm. I felt at peace.

I watched him as he knelt at my side, soothing my pain. He also looked at
peace. His body language nurturing. An overwhelming sense of love and
passion filled within me. I wanted to be held by him and be healed in his
arms. My eyes fell down to his cock. It was still totally engorged and the
erection was harder than ever. His juices dripping from its head leaving a
silver thread to the bed sheets. If only I could reach over and savour that
taste. I desperately needed him in me as his finger in my cunt was quickly
building my passion. I could feel the heat build inside me. The desperate
need to be mounted and bred that every true Bitch feels. My hips
involuntarily began to move in rhythm to his finger. The muscles of my
opening relaxing and preparing for penetration.

No words were necessary or exchanged as Master removed his finger and then
slowly got off the bed and moved around to my rear. He could see my exposed
body. Now bruised and red where he had marked me. My legs fully spread with
my ass still moving in in that seductive language of desire. The muscles of
my ass and legs tightening and releasing their energy, building heat within
me. Heat that soon would be invaded. He placed his hands on my hips and I
felt the soft flesh of the head of his cock touch the opening. Another
intense flash of pleasure as he held it there softly applying pressure but
not immediately entering.

Then slowly, with a gentle tenderness he applied pressure and mounted
me. My flesh did not resist as he entered my hot, wet insides. His
wonderful cock slowly filling, engorging my passage as he pushed deep into
me, finally reaching deep inside. I could feel the length of his cock
inside me. The hard shaft, the ridge of the cock head, as even the smallest
movement brought intense sensation. I wanted to move my hips to work him as
he stood there inside me. But I knew this was not the time. I knew this was
for his pleasure, not mine. Slowly he began to move inside me. Taking long,
slow strokes. This movement instantly brought me to orgasm. Small gushes of
hot moisture flowed over his shaft as it penetrated my cunt. I couldn't
help myself and began to softly moan and move my hips in time with his cock
filling my insides again and again. Now ever harder and faster!

I tried to forget my urgent need to be bred. To have my man's seed fill
me. To finally have my passions quenched of their fire. I concentrated on
moving my ass to Master's moving hips. I began to flex the muscles of my
ass squeezing my insides together to increase his pleasure. I tightened the
ring of muscles at my opening to work his shaft as it moved in and out of
my cunt. I was expert at this and new how to quickly bring him to
completion. But I wanted this to last and last. I wanted this to go on
forever! I was in heaven.

Master was working me hard now. Strong, powerful thrusts into the warm
wetness surrounding his cock. I could sense that his climax was near as he
slowed, and then stopped moving inside me. I wanted more! I whimpered as I
moved my ass over his cock in my need to be fucked.

"Shush, quiet." He said as he began to move his hands over my ass and
thighs.

Soothing me. Bringing me slowly down from the height of passion. He began
to withdraw his cock from my pulsing cunt. I felt empty and did not want
him to leave me. I still craved his seed inside me and as he left me, my
body betrayed me and I let out a sad, pouting, moan. All the pain began to
rush back to take the place of the pleasure now receding. I was
exhausted. The confusing mixture of feelings and emotions erupted in
me. Uncontrollably, I began I began to sob yet again. First quietly, but
quickly my body was wracked with my sobbing and the emotions overwhelming
me. It was embarrassing, but I couldn't control my emotions.

Master leaned over me, pressing me down onto the bed. I could feel his
still hard cock between my thighs as he moved his hands along the sides of
my body.

"Shush baby. It's Ok." He said gently as my emotions washed over
me, my chest heaving with each sob.

"It's Ok, baby." He said over and over again, until my tears were
spent. And I stopped moving, totally spent.

He then got off me and moved around to the side where I could see him
again. He was so beautiful to look at. I instantly felt so loved, so
complete. He bent over and began to release the binding on my left hand.

"Don't move." Was all he said.

After releasing my left hand, he walked around the bed and released the
other hand.

I had no energy to move. I lay there, bent over the bed. My legs still tied
open, fully exposed. My pussy dripping wet, my juices falling to the floor
to mingle with my piss. My body, a mass of deep red lash marks across my
ass, lower back and thighs. I really didn't care what was coming next. I
was so tired. I felt as if I had not slept for a week. I was content to be
an object to be used as Master desired. I was ready for anything, a
receptacle for his pleasure or his will. He walked around the bed admiring
his handiwork. Then lied down in front of me propped up on his left arm.

"Look at me." He said.

I shook myself from my reverie and raised my head to see him softly smiling
at me. Pleased by what he saw.

"What have you learned today?" He asked.

I stared dumbly back at him, not knowing what to say. What had I learned?
What had I really learned? I learned that he was capable of inflicting
great pain. That was a no-brainer! I learned that I was capable of
accepting that pain. Or was it just living through it? It was hard to
think, my back was still throbbing with the burning pain of my
discipline. I just wanted to not think. Why couldn't he just leave me
alone for a while? To just "be" for a while. To stop the flow of
emotions that were flooding my mind. But he expected an answer and I needed
to think! To clear my head of the fog that had gripped me.

Again, I said to myself, "What had I learned?" My mind started to
clear and I began to analyse the events of the last hour. My God! It had
only been a little more than an hour since he walked through the door. The
first thing I understood is, that giving myself over to Master's use
meant totally giving my mind and body to his will. To look past my
feelings, my pleasure, my pain, and accept what was given to me. To be
without will of my own. I knew this as I knew that place of inner peace
where pain was replaced by surrender.

"To surrender." I replied, in a soft, yet confident voice. "To
accept without question."

"Yes." He said. "That's part of it. But not nearly all of
it." "What else have you learned to day?" "Take your time."
He was so patient with me sometimes.

He then slowly got up on his knees and moved in front of me. His engorged
and unsatisfied cock in front and above my face. I could see the bulging
veins on the shaft strained from the long effort to supply the cock,
keeping it hard as rock. The beautiful mushroom of its head dripping with
per-cum falling on the bed in front of me. I worshipped that cock. I craved
it now as I have never craved anything before.

"Put it in your mouth." He said. I raised myself up on my elbows and
took that wonderful object of my desires into my mouth. I was greeted by
the sweet taste of the pre-cum as it blended with the saliva on my
tongue. Slippery, smooth and almost sweet. It was luxurious, like the
finest wine. I paused momentarily to savour the taste before beginning to
instinctively slide my lips along his shaft.

"Stop." He said firmly.

I froze in terror. How could I have forgotten the lesson taught to me
earlier? I waited for the blow that never came.

"Have you not learnt to obey?" "Have you not learned anything
today?" he questioned. I dare not move. I dare not take his cock from my
mouth to answer.

He began to move his hips and slide his cock deeper into my mouth. Slowly
beginning to fuck it in a relaxed, almost casual way. I didn't move as
he continued to fuck my mouth. I kept a constant pressure on his shaft with
my lips but did not move my tongue or attempt to stimulate him further.

"That's a good gurl. That's my Bitch." He said with an air of
approval. "Don't move while I fuck that sweet little mouth of
yours." "Now you're learning. Now you are learning to be a good
Bitch."

His strokes now came faster and deeper. Suddenly he rammed the head of his
cock deep into the back of my mouth and held it there. Forcing the passage
open and my muscles responded by allowing the shaft to enter my throat. For
a moment I had to fight the gag reflex and I felt my diaphragm convulse.
Normally, I controlled this when I serviced him and it was not a problem. I
was in control and never let it interrupt my pleasuring. But I was not in
control now. Now I had to fight for control. I relaxed and the desire to
vomit diminished and was gone. My mouth was now his unresisting receptacle.
The muscles of my throat wrapping around his cock and tightening around it.

He began to stroke his cock in my mouth again. I quickly gasping for air,
filling my lungs in anticipation of another deep thrust into my throat. I
was learning. This was not about me or how I thought he should be
pleasured. It was about what he wanted, how he wanted to be pleasured. Not
about what I thought he needed to be satisfied. It was my ego that was the
problem! I could now clearly see that my pride and indignant anger earlier
was the true barrier to satisfying Master's needs.

His strokes became longer, deeper and more insistent. My mouth his warm wet
fuck hole. I could feel his engorged head harden and expand as he
approached his climax. I knew that this was the way he needed my
mouth. This was the way to his happiness. It didn't hurt that I would
also receive his gift in my mouth after all of my failures in the past. I
was content to be fucked as he wanted his Bitch to be fucked. I could see
his stomach muscles stiffen as he drove his magnificent cock deep down my
throat and then pulled back until just the head was in my mouth. Suddenly
the flood of his seed burst into my mouth, quickly filling the hot, wet
cavity. The cum that had built up over the last hour was rushing out of his
balls, his moans of pleasure the only reward I needed. I watched his body
fascinated as each contraction of his muscles brought another surge of his
creamy seed to my mouth. It now totally filled my mouth and was flowing
down my throat. I couldn't suppress a gag and coughed, forcing the cum
up into my sinuses and out my nose. I must have looked a sight to
Master. As the flow ebbed Master relaxed his muscles but did not take his
cock from my mouth, leaving me time to swallow the copious amounts of his
seed. Savouring the texture and taste that I had so long craved. Both of us
spent, but at last satiated.

After a few seconds, although it seemed like minutes, Master pulled his
cock from my mouth and flopped back on the bed, just enjoying the moment.

"That was perfect." He said. "You were perfect. Your mouth was
perfect." I just smiled and glowed, bathed in the warm of his praise.

"Do you understand now? Did you learn today?"

I shook my head up and down. "Yes. It's not about me or what I think
you need. It's about accepting what you want, what you need." I
said. "Whatever you decide. Pain, pleasure or both. Leave the ego at
home."

"Yes babe, remember you serve me. If you do well, we both win."

With that he moved over and softly kissed me on the forehead. I felt so
wanted, so loved at that moment, it is impossible to put in words. The pain
I felt from my discipline was still burning and would for hours, but it
only added to my contentment. I was now a badge of honour to me. I wore the
pain and the marks with pride. Master then moved off the bed and undid my
bonds at both legs. He laid down on the bed and pulled me towards him and
into his protective arms. I lay my head on his chest as he ran his hand
over my back soothing the pain. I was content. My troubled spirit calmed
and removed forever. Master had known exactly what I needed today. Yes, he
was firm with his discipline. But it was done to teach me, to show me the
errors of my ways. Yes, he was firm, but fair.