"Meeting Master Dave" Part 2 You put my leg down so I am spread open before you. Reaching out a hand to stroke the outside of my smooth shaved pussy, feeling my skin. You lay down between my open legs, looking so serious, and lick my lips – up one side and down the other. As you working from the outside in, I just open my mouth and moan. Teasing me, seeing my juices start to seep out, then you stick out your tongue and slide it between my folds, bring it from bottom to top slowly. “Mmmmmmm.” Its been so long since I’ve been eaten properly. And your tongue is wondrous to me. Working up and down in long sure strokes. Nibbling playfully on my lips. Then spreading me with your fingers and going to work. As you circle around my clitoris, I stroke my nipples and try to open my legs even wider. You move down again, pushing your tongue inside me, licking around the sensitive opening. I push my hips up to you. You look up. “Oh you like that?” you ask. “Mmmm Hmmmm.” “Tell me. What do you like?” “I love the feel of your tongue playing with me, opening me up.” “I thought so.” You resume your skilled pleasure, and I relax, sinking into the bed, enjoying this so much. Your tongue is warm and wet, stroking me and…… ohhhhhhhhh……nibbling my clit. You push a finger into me, testing my pussy as you start swirling around my clit now. “Dave” I moan breathlessly. You continue playing with me. “Dave!” A little louder. “Dave STOP!” You look up me, mouth all shiny with my juices. “I don’t want to cum yet.” “Why not?” Pushing your finger further inside me. “I want you inside me when I come. Please stop or I won’t.” You take your hand away and crawl up my body, lay on top of me and kiss me. I taste my pussy on you, and wrestle with your tongue, trying to lick myself off you. Pressing your body down on me, covering me with your weight as we kiss deeply. I run the heels of my up and down the backs of your legs. I can’t believe how much I want you inside me. You grasp my hands and pull them above my head, holding them with one hand as you guide your now-hard cock to my opening. Sliding it up and down my slit, wetting it. And then you SLIDE into me. We both groan with the sensation. Filling me and I open to you, feeling you bottom out inside me. “Oh god stay there, don’t move. Let me feel you.” I whisper. You remain motionless, still grasping my hands above my head. Kissing me. “Can you feel this?” I ask, as I grip you tightly and release. “Ohhhhhhhhhh.” “You mean you can feel THIS?” as I bear down on you, hugging your cock tightly with my walls, and finally let you go. You groan into my mouth, as my pussy releases and you can pull out of me, just resting the head of your hard cock inside me. Then thrusting inside me, in and out, fucking me in earnest. Sliding the entire length of you through me. You release my hands and I raise my hips to you, trying to meet your strokes. My pussy feels so good right now, so well used. My hands slide down cupping your ass, trying to push you into me. Digging my nails into you, egging you on. That gets your attention……you pull out. “Turn over, girlie. Hands and knees.” I spin around, raising my fanny up in the air and spreading my legs. You thrust into me again. That does it, something clicks between my body and my brain and I can’t stand it anymore. “Ohhhhhhhhh please fuck meeeeee.” You resume your rhythmic pace, holding my hips as you kneel behind me. Fingers digging in to my flesh. I moan on every thrust as you hit a spot so deep inside me, so primal. I reach up to finger my clit, rubbing it in tight little circles as you fuck me. “Harder,” I gasp, wanting to be so completely taken. You SLAM into me, knocking me off my hand and my shoulders landing on the bed, head to the side. Working my finger against my clit, I can feel my pussy getting tighter and tighter around you. You grunt from the effort, trying to wedge your cock inside my ever-narrower hole. And I feel it start. My stomach tightening up, traveling down to my pussy and suddenly I am coming, my pussy so amazingly tight, gripping you like a vise, contracting around you, and BAM……there I go……pulsing, contracting and relaxing, trying to milk your cock. Pulling you, pulling you. A sound comes out of me unlike anything I have ever heard before. A moaning animal-like groan from deep down in my throat. Then panting as you continue to fuck me…….oh god, is your cock getting harder? You dig your fingers into my hips, pulling me tight up onto your cock as your own cum starts to travel down, brought on my contractions. You groan as it hits you, feeding me your cum, pushing your cock deeeeeeep, pulsing inside me. I can feel everything as you spend yourself inside me, warming me with your cum. You collapse on top of me, forcing my body flat down onto the bed with you still inside me….covering me. Each of us panting and jerking slightly from the after-spasms. I would say something, but I can’t seem to manage it. You start to pull out and roll off me, but I stop you, wanting to keep you there on top of me. We lay there for an uncertain amount of time. Languishing. Enjoying the afterglow. We finally manage to move. Order room service, as we are both starving after all the bike riding. Hee hee…. and other things. We go to bed early, making plans to play golf in the morning. *** On the first tee with my rented clubs and a bitchin’ golf cart. “Now don’t laugh at me. I told you that I am a very bad beginner. I’ve only played a couple of times.” I warn. “I’ll be the judge of that girlie. Just hit the ball.” As you lean on your driver. I line up in front of the ball, waving my hips around playfully. Trying to keep my eye on the ball, I pull back, and *WHOOSH* swing the club. The ball goes flying……for about five feet. “I told you!” As I smile at you. You shake your head, not even believing how badly I hit that. Luckily, there is no one behind us waiting. “Try it again.” I replace the ball on the tee and try to concentrate on what I’m doing. My eye staying on the ball, I pull back and swing it powerfully, managing to hit it dead on and *BANG* there it goes, flying off and landing halfway down the green. I love the feeling of a well hit ball. Well, it was a good shot for me, at least. “Nice one, girlie. Good shot.” You say as you bend down to place your ball on the men’s tee. You line it up and swing, sending it almost to the green. I watch it drop out of the sky and bounce. “Wow. Powerful! Good job!” We play through the first hole. I am pretty bad, but make a valiant effort. I hole the pole for you as; you putt, sinking a very nice long one. I finally manage to finish the hole in 7 strokes, 3 strokes over par. Oh well. We take off in the golf cart to the second hold, me driving. I always drive the golf cart. Its one of the reasons I enjoy thinking that I play golf! On the second tee, I line up my shot, ready to take a swing and you stop me. “Hold on.” You walk towards me. “First of all, you’re too far away from the ball.” You move in behind me and hold my hips, walking me up a step and a half to the tee. “Second of all, your swing is for shit.” You wrap your arms around me and place my hands properly, then pull my arms up to the right. Oh, hi. Love having you up close behind me. “This is the movement you want. Try it. And keep your head down.” You step away, clear from possible damage. I try to shake off the feel of your body pressing up close to me, and attempt to mimic the swing you showed me. SWOOSH---the ball takes off. “You’re problem is that you have the power, you just don’t know how to direct it.” You launch into a discourse on how to hit the ball, the dynamics of flight, and some other crap as I smile and nod, smile and nod. But all I can think about is how to get you to press into me again. We play through the second hole and on to the third. I purposefully get too far away from the ball. “STOP!” you say, annoyed. “Where are you supposed to be?” “Ummmm…..here?” I move a step back. “No, you are too far from the ball.” “Well show me!” You come up behind me again, grabbing my hips and stepping me up to the ball. Your hands move around my waist as you nuzzle the side of my neck. “You have no idea what you are in for, do you Slave?” you whisper, pressing your hips up against mine. *** We play through the 18 holes. I try my best to take your instruction, and do indeed learn a couple of things to hopefully improve my game. We turn in the golf cart and my rented clubs, and have a leisurely lunch on the patio of the clubhouse. A lovely way to spend a Sunday morning. But the whole time that I am enjoying the game, all I can hear is Slave, Slave, Slave. In that voice I know so well. Remembering again how I got here. I am here because this man, this Master, made me his slave on the computer and over the phone. The things we did together. Actually, the things he made me do. And I did most of them, too. He was always receptive to my limits, but some things I pretended to do for his pleasure. He would never know, and it fed into his fantasy, so why not pretend I did it? But I couldn’t pretend now. I couldn’t say I did something that I didn’t really do, because he would know. Do or die, as it were. It was with these thoughts in mind as we drove away from the golf course that you asked, “Is it time to check out of your hotel?” Always giving me the option of walking away. I think for a second, and “Yes. It’ time.” *** A lovely little prairie-style bungalow in an old quiet residential neighborhood. Well kept lawns surrounding modest houses built in the 1920’s. We walk in to your house, you opening the door for me. Lots of woodwork and masculine but classy furniture. Clearly the house of an adult man with few unnecessary adornments other than that of the architectural kind, but neat as a pin. I turn to you, “Its lovely.” “Thank you, Sam.” We put my things upstairs in the guest bedroom and I unpack again, laying my things out. Underclothes in a drawer, everything else hung up neatly. My cosmetics and paraphernalia neatly distributed throughout the guest bathroom. Letting me have my own space was a very kind gesture, allowing me my own needs, at least for now. I lay down to take a nap in my room alone, worn out from all the fresh air. I rest my head on a pillow, and drift off thinking about your words whispered in my ear. “You have no idea what you are in for, do you Slave?” *** I awake after an hour’s nap feeling refreshed; shower and change into my blue and green checked short skirt with a blue hooded sweatshirt on top. Casual but cute. I had no doubt we were staying in. I debated whether or not to wear panties, but in the end decided to……… We enjoy the late afternoon and evening on the back porch, nibbling on cheese and crackers, sipping white wine. I am starving as usual. Savouring the last warm rays of the sun together. I am nervous, perhaps having a little too much wine. We grill steaks on the grill and have a lovely early dinner. Settle in on the couch after doing the dishes together. “I have a present for you” you say, while stroking my hair. “Oooooo…….I LOVE presents!” “Do you remember what I called you on the golf course today? you ask. “Um, girlie?” I tease. “Think again.” I take a deep breath, whispering, “……….slave.” You chuckle softly “Good girl, that’s it………..How do you feel about that? Do you want to continue?” My mind reels back to all that has gone before, and I have no doubt, folded into your arms here on the sofa. “Let’s roll, Sir.” “Good. Then stand up.” You command. I stand before you. You go into another room, and return with a boxes. Inside is a black leather choker studded with shiny red stones gems and a gold D-ring in the center. “This is for you to wear only during playtime. With it on, you are my slave. With it off, you we are just Sam and Dave. Understand?” I hold the leather collar up to you and turn for you to place it around my neck. “It that too tight?” “No, its fine.” You trace your fingertips around my new collar. My first collar. Touching the stones. “I don’t know why I picked red stones…….I somehow thought it would suit you. And I was right.” “That’s because I’m a Leo.” “Are you? Leo’s make either very good subs or very good Doms. Something about wanting all that attention. Which will you be, I wonder?” I turn and get down on my knees in front of you, looking at the floor. “Well someone knows her place, I see. We’ve have discussed your limits and safe words, correct?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl. You know where my bedroom is. Go on up while I lock things up down here.” *** Sitting on the edge of your bed, not knowing what to do with myself. Should I disrobe? Be on my knees? YES, that’s it. I drop down on my knees in front of the bed, legs spread and wait for you. Pulling the zipper of my top down a little to expose my cleavage. I hear your footsteps on the stairs, and I wonder if I have arranged myself properly. You step into the doorway. “Well, slave, I see you managed to get down on your knees by yourself! Good for you.” “Thank you Sir. I debated disrobing, but since you did not tell me to do so, I restrained myself.” “Well now that’s a very good slave. Thinking about what I told you to do. And didn’t tell you to do.” You walk around me, considering. “What do you want to do right now slave?” I bow my head, “Whatever you wish for me to do, Sir.” “Good slave. We’re going to have lot’s of fun, aren’t we? I hope you had a good nap. While you were lounging around, I was thinking of all sorts of things to do to you. But I think what I would really like to do on our first night together is see what I have been missing all these months.” My mind reels…….”Yes, Sir. I am here for your use.” “You’re lucky that I went grocery shopping before you arrived in town. Why don’t you go and check out the fridge, and find some things we can play with? Go now.” I go downstairs and rummage through the vegetable drawer of the fridge. Hmmm…..quite an assortment of phallic produce. Zucchini and cucumbers and carrots and oh – is that an eggplant? I don’t think I could manage an eggplant on my best day. I pick out a couple of carrots and a thin zucchini (nothing too scary looking), wash them thoroughly, and head back upstairs to you. You are sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard with your legs out in front of you and a glass of wine in your hand. “What did you find for me?” you ask. “These Sir,” I lay the vegetables on bed at your feet. “Hmmm…….I see. Are you sure?” “Um, I didn’t think I could manage the eggplant, Sir.” You laugh… “Understandable, slave. Get down on the floor, hands and knees.” I drop down before you, knowing that you will see my bare pussy peeking out from the short skirt now. “Looks like someone forgot her panties. Is that what happened?” “Um, I thought it would please you, Sir.” “And it does, slave, it does. Very thoughtful of you.” You circle around me as I present myself to you in the middle of the floor. “Have you ever been spanked, slave?” “No, Sir. Not since I was a child.” “So you were a naughty little girl, were you?” “Yes, Sir.” “And that hasn’t changed much has it? You picked out the thinnest veggies, slave. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Oh shit. “That was not my intention, Sir. I apologize for any transgression.” SMACK! Right on my left ass cheek, hard. “DON’T FUCK AROUND WITH ME, SLAVE! You think you know what you are doing? You have absolutely no idea. You have no idea what I can do to you. Do you know where you are? You’re in my house. MY HOUSE! I’ve trained far better slaves than you, bitch. Right where you are now. “ “You’re the worst kind of slave. One who thinks she can say the right submissive words to appease me. I’m not that stupid. I know how your mind works, slave. Saying ‘I’m sorry Sir. How may I serve you Sir’. That shit doesn’t cut it any more. It may work on the phone, bitch, but not here IN MY HOUSE.” “Now I suggest that you get downstairs and bring me the proper items to use on you, do you understand? Now go!” I scramble downstairs, and pick out the thickest, longest carrots and cucumbers in the bin. Wash them and run back upstairs, placing them at your feet as I kneel again. “Well. Somebody has suddenly learned how to grocery shop. That is much better. Hands and knees up on the bed, slave.” I scramble up onto the bed, ass raised high in the air. “Didn’t find your panties while you were down there, did you? Don’t answer that. I can’t take your ‘Yes sir, no sir” crap right now. In face, I don’t think I want to hear anything from you right now.” You strap a gag around my mouth and bind it behind my head. “Much better slave. Much less chance of bullshit from you coming out of that filthy little mouth.” You walk around the end of the bed and run your hands up and down my exposed ass cheeks. Pushing my skirt up around my waist, exposing me totally. “God there are so many things I want to do to you. I just can’t decide. But clearly, you have been less than willing and I can’t let that go without punishment.” You go to the closet, my eyes following you and you reach in and pull out a crop. Running your hands down the tool, and nasty little glint in your eye. You disappear behind me again, and I feel the crop stroking around my ass cheeks. “Take your top off, slave. Your bra, too.” I unzip my pullover and toss it to the corner of the room. Unclasping my bra and my 38D breasts hang down as I rest down on my hands again. The leather of the crop still caressing my ass. SWACK The crop bites into my skin as you smack it against me. SWACK, SWACK, SWACK, SWACK. And another five on my other cheek. My ass stinging after I flinch with every blow. “That’s for being a lazy bitch. Now the next time I tell you to go get toys, you had better impress me with your choices. Understand?” I nod my head quickly, trying to avoid further punishment. You rub your hands over my ass cheeks. “Good girl. Now sit on the edge of the bed.” I sit, legs open and hands behind me, presenting myself to you. “Aren’t you so pretty, sitting here all gagged up and spread. And look at your tits. We’ve talked a lot about these, haven’t we slave? You’ve been very good about playing with them for me. But I’ve been waiting to get my hands on them for a while now.” You reach down and squeeze them roughly. “I was nice to them last night, wasn’t I?” I nod my head. “But I think there is so much for me to do with them now that you’re here.” You flick my nipples, making them harder. “Hmmm……they seem to like that.” You go to the dresser, and bring out a pair of nipple clamps. The kinds with rubber coated tips and a chain holding them together. You put on the left, then the right, affixing the clamps just enough that they hold on. “How is that slave? That’s not so bad. But what if I tightened a bit?” You screw down the clamps, tightening them on my hard nipples. I gasp into my gag, feeling the coated metal biting into my skin. “That’s right, slave. Just sit there for a bit and enjoy that.” You stand back and trace the crop around my breasts, pulling on the chain a bit, making sure it can’t come off easily. . You retrieve a length of rope from a drawer, then make me rise and stand before one of the tall bedposts. You tie my wrists together, then to the top of the post, raising my arms above me, my body stretched up. My breasts push out, chain dangling between them. Flicking the clamps on my hard nipples, testing me as I watch you. Taking the chain between your teeth and pulling out, out, and finally ripping the clamps off me. You bend down and suck my poor sore nipples, pulling them into your soft mouth.