Friday with Master C

Arrival

Master arrives later than usual. Career responsibilities suck that way sometimes. My dog is the first to greet him at the door with her usual, “Who the fuck are you and why are you in here?” charm, before I come bounding down the hallway to greet him myself. The dog disappears as I throw myself into Master’s arms and we stay like that for a little bit of time. We take deep breaths, letting the scent of each other overcome our bodies. Finally we break apart just enough to shower each other in kisses.

Time is not our friend today and Master wastes very little time inspecting me. Today, I wore for him a short jean skirt and one of

top from Milan

my new tops from Milan, which he had commented that he really liked when he saw a picture of it when I first bought it. He raises my skirt, touching me and I feel his tongue invade my folds. His strong hands (man that man has a vice grip) squeeze my tender flesh. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain before he leads me into the more spacious living room.

Challenge

The challenge is simple really. My ass against his hand. Who would win? Who would need to end things first? Would I need to yelp my cautionary safe word before his hands couldn’t take anymore?

On my knees, my face into the couch and my hands behind my back, Master begins to undress. He takes his suit jacket off and lays it on the couch. He then takes his tie off, but uses it to keep my hands bound behind my back. Then, I feel his hand on my bare ass. He pats it gently at first, but then starts increasing the impact. Light, but loud smacks begin to echo off the walls, until finally he let’s loose and his hand comes down with fury. Over and over he spanks me hard. Sometimes I feel relief as he alternates between one cheek to the other, but other times I am at the brink as he continually swats me in the same place. I don’t know how much I can take. My yelps turn to growls and I can hear Master chuckling.

Finally, the rain ends and I can feel the heat emanating from my ass. It’s a delicious feeling, that throbbing below my flesh as Master runs his hand over my rear. I can feel the heat from both my ass and his hand. He leans over and kisses me, showing me his red and swollen hand.

Who is the winner? Who knows honestly… Master gave it to me on both cheeks, but he only used one hand. Had he used both of his hands.. I may have very well caved. Or if he had focused on one cheek. Maybe we’ll never know. I’m a little stubborn that way.

Fetch me my crop

I’m instructed to get on all fours and fetch his crop. I crawl down the hallway, Master following me every step of the way. His eyes watching my hips sway back and forth as I crawl along the floor. Once in the bedroom, I use my mouth and pick up the crop from the bed. I turn to Master and he instructs me to walk it back to the couch. He reaches the couch before and me sits down, ready to receive my offering.

I place the crop in his open hands but do not let go until he verbally tells me it is alright to. I await his next instructions.

Now would be a good time

“Now would be a good time to set up a camera if you’d like to video a spanking. I do rather like the idea myself.” I hear Master’s words, and I do wish to one day video him spanking me, but my desires to not break the moment are strong. I wish to just continue.

On all fours, the assault on my ass does not stop, but is instead heightened by new implements. He uses his hands, the crop, the nylon cane and has added a new leather flogger to the arsenal. It’s a wickedly thick flogger. I don’t know how this is even possible, but Master manages to bruise the inside of my ass cheeks!

feeling the heat

Clamped

Master pulls out a new set of toys. He has seen my many pictures of my clamped nipples before and knows I can wear nipple clamps well. He has a set of nipple clamps different than mine. They are a bit more menacing as mine are just “tweezer” clamps. Not only does Master’s nipple clamps have a chain from one clamp to the other, but it also has a chain that leads to two more clamps for my labia. I have never had my labia clamped before.

Master carefully applies the clamps to my nipples and checks to make sure I am ok with them since they are harder than the one’s I am used to. (He’s a sweet Master isn’t he?) He then applies the other two clamps to my labia. However, we run into a little glitch. He applies the first clamp and it slides right off of my labia. I’m a little wet at the moment. *grins* The second attempt is much more successful and both clamps are applied and remain in place. So now I have my nipples and labia clamped and all are attached together by a chain.

Master has me raise my arms above my head and I hold them in place. He then picks up the large flogger and begins flogging my ass and back. Each blow jostles my body. I can feel the sensations in my nipples and labia. I enjoy the feel of having everything clamped and connected. I enjoy it even more that I become aware of it with each new blow to my backside.

Master removes the clamps to my labia after some time since it is all new to me and he then has me hold the chain in my teeth for a few more swats. He lets me let go of the chain and he gives it a few pulls up and down, left and right before letting the clamps pull right off. I feel that surge of pain as the clamps are yanked off and Master covers my nipples with his mouth.

Not quite finished yet

Master has me squat on the couch. I use my arms for support along the back of the couch. He then uses the crop on my breasts, cunt and inner thighs. His cunt isn’t used to swats and it is a lot for me to bare, but I take his beating like a good little pain slut should.

I’m allowed a break and Master asks if he can get me some water. I melt into the couch cushions as Master takes care of a few things. He reemerges, but not with my glass of water yet. Instead he has a rope and I kneel for him as he fashions a collar around my neck and the length of the rope is used as a leash.

On all fours once again, Master positions the rope safely on my neck, and while using his foot on my ass and tension in the leash, he pushes me forward ever so slightly creating a tightness in the rope that pulls at my neck just a little. After doing this a few times, he continues the swatting of my ass, only this time he uses the leash rope to swat me. He swings the rope over the roundness of my ass and it stings his cunt lips. Over and over he does this. It’s almost unbearable. Over and over the rope swings over my ass and harshly licks his cunt lips. I growl and hiss and even swing my head over in an attempt to … well it’s silly because I would never actually bite him… but the thought is to bite his calf. Instead I simply throw my side into him.

Edge

***Note, the following is a very serious example of edge play. Safety and caution should always be used. This subject is not to be taken lightly. Though it was my first experience, Master has had experience and has knowledge in this matter. ***

Master’s hands take hold of the rope collar around my neck and he positions it just right. He moves it just underneath my jaw line and above my larynx. Master asks if I am comfortable and that the collar is not at all pulling or pushing on my larynx and I tell him I am fine. Of course, I have no idea what is about to happen next.

I feel a few tugs on the rope above me, until suddenly the rope is pulled upward. At first, I’m not sure what is happening, so I lift my body with it, but then I begin to understand that Master is trying to give me my very first taste of breath play. So I submit to it. I focus on the tension at my neck and can feel and hear my pulse beating hard. There is a split second where I wonder if it’s going too far but then I remind myself Master would never harm me and I can trust him.  Then Master releases me. I collapse to the floor and take in a large gulp of air and suddenly I am floating. Right as I take in my breath, I feel this warm sensation wash over my head and this intense swirl of dizziness takes over. I smile and say, “oh fuck.”

Master gets on the floor and looks at me and asks if I am ok and if something is wrong, and I just look at him and tell him that was fucking incredible. He continues a mixture of swats to my body with the rope, followed by a repositioning of the rope and another pull upward. In the end, it was that first pull on the rope that really sent me to the edge and back and I will never forget that rush. Holy fuck that was incredible.

To the bedroom

Master gathers the flogger and my leash and leads me to the bedroom. I follow him like a good pet on all fours. This time

the flogger

however, my nostrils are met with a most wonderful smell. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed the sweet heavy smell of leather the entire time Master was using the flogger on me. It’s the smell of a stable tack room. I take in a deep breath of the scent and for a little while I am transported to a place I once knew and happiness surrounds me.

Once in the bedroom, Master has me sit back on my heels and he hands me the glass of water. He tells me to drink up and I do. Once satisfied, he places my glass of water on the dresser and moves behind me. Oh, my poor little ass! Master is far from finished with it. Using the flogger he continues his onslaught to my ass. Just when I think I can’t take anymore he gives me more. There is a mix of “thuds” and “stings”. I yelp and scream and hiss and growl, until finally… FINALLY… Master has his fill.

“I really let you have it”

On the floor

Master moves around me and before I know it, he’s on the floor, laying on his back. I straddle him, trying not to smear my cunt juices all over his suit. He takes the rope from my leash and begins binding my breasts. I’ve never really had them bound before. Master says they don’t need to be. They are so full on their own. But Master goes ahead and binds them tightly. It’s a bit uncomfortable but I now understand how breasts feel when they are bound. My breasts are full and tight. Every touch is amplified. Every slap to my breast feels harder. Master’s mouth on my nipples feel both pleasurable and painful. The tipping point for me comes when his mouth sucks on my breasts extremely hard. I swear that man has a vice grip for fingers and a vacuum for a mouth!

Making him feel good

After pain, comes pleasure with Master. We snuggle in bed together and Master has finally taken off his clothes, he lays back on the bed. The rain begins to fall hard against my roof top window and he gets to experience the romance of it all. As he lays back, I move between his legs and begin licking his cock. I take long leisurely licks up his shaft while looking into his eyes. “Fuck that’s hot,” is all he can say to me. I take him into my mouth, deep and deeper hitting my throat. I do this to thicken my saliva and bring it forth. I use my saliva as a lube for my hand. My mouth wrapped around his cock works together with my hand. I can feel his pleasure rising, so I slow down. I stroke him gently with my hand only, letting my tongue occasionally slide up his shaft. Again, I take him into my mouth and suck his cock. Again I feel his pleasure rising, so I ease off of him. This time I stroke him using just my hand as my mouth finds his balls. Master tells me he’s going to come and I make a decision to take him into my mouth and take all of him. I stroke his cock as he ejaculates into my mouth and I swallow him down.

Master shivers as I let him go. He smiles, lost in the absolute pleasure I have just given him. I smile, quite happy with myself. I can’t wait to give him a repeat performance soon.

My turn

Master slides a condom on and hands me my LELO Gigi vibe. He then slides his cock inside me and I purr. I enjoy the sensation of Masters cock sliding in and out of me. My muscles clench as he slows down and makes his thrusts slow, deep and hard. He then speeds things up, fucking me rapidly. I lose myself in an orgasm as he fucks me. He pulls out exclaiming, “fuck things get tight down there.” I can’t help but smile.

Tears

proud

Time passes too quickly. We don’t have enough time to enjoy each others bodies. Master has more career responsibilities to tend to for the evening. As he gets dressed, I feel the tightness in my throat begin. We stand in the living room, exchanging words meant just for us and the tears begin streaming down my face. He wipes them away gently with his thumb, promising we’ll see each other again soon. It isn’t until he walks out the door that my sobs erupt.

Out of all the things Master does to me… it’s not his strikes that make me cry.. it’s him simply leaving. At least there will be a next time ….

© At Longing’s End