Archive-name: Slaves/seduct06.txt Archive-author: Ca.H. Archive-title: Seductive Master, The - 06 As you stand, submissively before your Master, reflecting on the prior days, your clipped nipples respond to the sensation of the clips and stirs a warmth through your nether region. You continue to ponder the events, they now somehow seemed so long ago. Your mind quickly pushes past the total discomfort of the enema you experienced. Then you recall the gentle, almost tender massage your Mistress gave you during the shower following the enema. Having relieved yourself of the three bags of water your Mistress filled you with, she then orders you into the shower. Your hands are free, but you feel no need to run, nor desire. Gently, she begins to massage your body with a washcloth filled with soap. When she reaches your well strapped pussy region, she gingerly touches you, moving her fingers lightly, tenderly over the lips. The sensation returns to your pussy, your clit and the entire tender area, for this region felt somewhat numb from the harsh spanking it had just received. Your Mistress removes the washcloth from her hand and with compassionate, satin fingers strokes the soap within your slit. You legs are spread wide already, but you attempt to spread them even more, and the only restraint is the size of the shower itself. Your Mistress responds to your attempt to spread wider for her, by gently, carefully moving her silky fingers deeper into you. You feel the burning desire, deep within your womb for the fulfillment of your now opened, well lubricated pussy to be filled with the hardness of your Master's manliness. Your Mistress continues to move her fingers in and out of your flowing pussy, when you realized she had pressed four fingers deep within you. Her thumb searched for your clit and gently rubs it. Within a few moments you were in the throws of another orgasm. As the waves of pleasure rushes through your body, you reach to the walls of the shower to hold yourself steady. When you are finished, and begin climbing down from the orgasmic high your Mistress picks up the washcloth and finishes washing you. You are then taken downstairs, unbound, but still nude, for breakfast. You walk into the breakfast room, which is nothing more than a sun porch directly by the kitchen and wait for your Mistress to instruct you. You take notice of a chair on the other side of the room. It strikes you odd, for in the center of the chair is what appears to be a dildo extended upwards from the bottom. A shiver runs through you when your realize what its purpose is. Your Mistress moves over to the chair, pulls a tube of K-Y jelly from a pocket in the smock she wears and spreads it completely around the one and one half in thick dildo. "Come slave, your seat of honor awaits," she says to you. You sheepishly and with great apprehension move to the chair. Your ass cheeks and sphincter reflexes involuntarily as you walk in anticipation of what is come. As you slowly walk towards the chair you hear something behind you and glance back over your shoulder. Much to your humiliation and mortification are two other people. One dressed as a maid and the other obviously the gardener judging from his appearance. Your entire body feels the warmth of a blush as it covers you. Your head drops in utter despair for your situation and indignity you are now suffering in front of strangers. You have become accustomed to your Mistress and Master, but these people. Your brain contemplates the ability of retreating, withdrawing from your agreement with your Master, but your heart, your inner being knows you will not. You have finally achieved the security you have always desired. The fulfilling inner joy of peace, knowing you are cared for, taken care of and when behaving properly given all the things your heart and fantasy dreams could desire. Why even the spankings and harsh treatment of your pussy from the strapping this morning made you feel the release of tension from your being, as well as the long need you have had for punishment for failure to live up to your own potential. You knew these were some of many reasons you enjoyed the spankings, the punishment. Though these thoughts raged through your mind, it did not alter the embarrassment you were experiencing at this moment. Once you reached the chair, your Mistress stopped you in front of it, "Standing position slave, legs spread very wide." You immediately placed your hands behind your head, interlacing the fingers of each hand and spread your legs a good two and half to three feet apart. "Now slave, bend forward. You may use your hands on your ankles if you need steady yourself." You want to bend completely over and crawl away, for the maid and gardener still stood watching the activities of you and your Mistress. You bend forward then quickly bring your hands from behind your head and brace yourself on your ankles. You can feel the air caress your anus and opened pussy. Slowly your Mistress places K-Y jelly on her fingers and begins to circle the outer ring of your anus. Your muscles tighten at the touch. "You will feel much pain if you do not relax slave, so relax." You know from the experience of having a small butt plug inserted that this is true. But this dildo forced through the seat of the chair is not a small butt plug. It is about five inches long as well as an inch and a half thick. You try to relax, to focus your attentions on other things, then you feel your Mistress's fingers enter you rear hole. Slowly she moves her fingers around inside you, lubricating you thoroughly. "Standing position slave," she commands. You immediately stand up and bring your hands back to behind your head. Your face is flushed red from leaning forward, which does a nice job of hiding the red caused by your blushing. Slowly your Mistress maneuvers you to the seat of the chair and the waiting dildo. She gently, but firmly pushes down on your shoulders and you, with great reluctance bend your knees and move to a sitting position. The plastic head of the dildo begins to slowly press at your anus and you react by tightening your sphincter muscle once again. Without a word your Mistress pulls you back up and draws you near her. She cradles you in her arms, with the tenderness of a mother holding her child. She holds you closely to her well endowed breasts and gently begins talking to you in a whispering voice. "You must relax," as she speaks her hands that are wrapped around your naked body begin to rub you gently. One hand to your back, the other moving to your buttocks and soothingly rubbing your round, firm derriere. You feel yourself relax in her strong arms. When she moves her hands back and simply holds you talking quietly, "If you do not relax you could hurt yourself. We don't want that dear. Now you must trust me and just relax." When she releases her grasp on you, it becomes clear the entire time she talked to you she was moving you over the dildo and finally on to it, so it now pressed gently inside your anus. There was no pain, oh perhaps a little, but very minor. It felt huge inside you but not totally uncomfortable. "Now lift your legs up from the floor and let your body weight lower you the rest of the way." Your Mistress states. You comply, lifting your legs up and feeling the dildo move deeper within your bowel, until you feel your asscheeks firmly on the seat of the chair and the intruder hard and erect within you. Your Mistress turns around and motions for the other two people watching this entire ordeal to come into the breakfast room now. They move in, one on either side of your chair and suddenly lift the chair by the seat and move it closer to the table. When they have completed this task they bow their heads and ask, "May we go back to work now Mistress?" She grants them permission to do so and orders the maid to bring breakfast for the two of you. "Now little slave, you shall sit upon your throne for at least two hours this morning and then return to it tonight for another two. In a few days the small dildo will be replaced with a larger one and we will continue using larger ones until your Master is satisfied. Good," she interrupts herself as the maid slave brings two plates of scrambled eggs with fruit on the side, to the table, places them before your Mistress. "Now, lets see, where was I, oh yes, your Master will test your progress for anal penetration periodically and we will continue to treat the area until he is totally happy." The maid slave brings in coffee now for the two of you and bows her head, walking backwards from the room and leaves you and your Mistress in private to eat. "When the two hours have passed slave," your Mistress continues as she eats her breakfast, and you eat yours, "we shall permit you the right to relieve yourself then you shall retire to the playroom." The playroom, the thought rushes through your brain, oh good, as you begin wondering what excitements await you in a short period of time. Thirty minutes having passed, as you sit on your dildo throne, and your anus feels as though a huge rod is pushed into it. Your ass is becoming numb from sitting so perfectly still. The discomfort is becoming an irritant rather than a pleasure even with the thought of your Master entering you. Your Mistress finishes her second cup of coffee then rises and moves to your chair. She kneels down to the side of you and orders you to lift your legs. You obey instantly, and she slides the chair around to face her. Now fully in front of you, your legs spread wide, in the proper position of a slave, she moves her fingers to your pussy and presses into their soft pedal folds. She slowly moves her fingers around, you can feel your juices begin to flow at her first touch. She increases the speed, only slightly and you can feel the furor of her actions rush through your body. She suddenly withdraws her fingers and moves to under the chair. You jump slightly when the dildo pushed deep within you begins to vibrate. Her fingers move back to your warm pussy and begin to rub your outer lips and teasingly slips inside then out again. This continues and you can feel yourself nearing orgasm, though as it begins to streak through your body, all the action stops abruptly. You are in total frustration and start to move your unbound hands to your clit to satisfy yourself. With a sudden realization of the pussy whipping you received earlier you pull your hands back and place them behind your head, an attempt to cover your original intent. Your Mistress seems to have bought this move for she says nothing regarding it. The next hour and a half is spent bringing you to the very edge of orgasm then denying you the opportunity for release. Finally, your Mistress presses her fingers deep within you while her thumb reaches your clit and works it around feverishly, then the dildo in your anus is started again and the vibration raises you higher to orgasm. Suddenly the dildo is moving in and out of your anus and thrusting back and forth and you explode in an even higher orgasm than the others you had felt since being here. "Now slave," your Mistress sternly says, once you have recovered from the orgasm, "to the bathroom, relieve yourself, then to the playroom for your next lesson." You pull yourself off the plastic cock slowly, then walk down the hall to the bathroom. You use the facilities then immediately make your way to the door to the basement leading to the playroom. Your Mistress in attendance all the while. Upon entering the playroom you see your Master. Your heart skips a beat and you wish you could rush to him and throw your arms around his neck and thank him for the pleasures he is teaching you. But you know if you do so you will not be received in the same manner in which you feel and thus you restrain yourself from this outward display of gratitude and love. Yes love, for now you feel a strong bond of love for your Master and Mistress. For all the doors of pleasure they have opened to you thus far. "Standing position slave," your Mistress orders, once you are in the playroom and close to the center of it. You assume your position immediately, with head bowed as your Master and Mistress discuss you and your progress. "She did well on the dildo chair Master Nathaniel", your Mistress reported. "She stayed the entire two hours and responded well to the thrusting of the small dildo in and out of her anus. She did however, when being teased, attempt to reach for her pussy to satisfy her need, but quickly pulled her arms back and placed them behind her head." Damn, you think to yourself, she did notice. Your heart sinks at the thought of this, for you are certain you will be punished. You can only pray it will not be another whipping to your tender, sensitive pussy. "Thank you Mistress, I will continue her training this afternoon, you may go now," your Master states firmly. Your Mistress leaves the room, closing the door tightly behind her. "So little puss, you like to masturbate and satisfy your needs! We shall continue to work on this desire and correct this wrong behavior." Your Master walks to the wall shelving holding the various instruments used for punishment and walks back with a simple flat, wooden hairbrush. He reaches down, unties his robe, hangs it on a hook, then stands before you nude. His firm body ripples when he bends his knees slightly and grasps firmly your right arm, pulling it from the clasped fingers of your left hand he leads you across the room to a chair. He sits and pats his knees, "Lay across my knees little pus for your correction." You can feel the excitement rising in you as well as the humiliation and shame. You feel like a small child now, about to be paddled for bad behavior. You know your chastiser is puritanical about proper conduct and will rigidly administer the punishment to correct such behavior. Slowly, with trepidation you lay across the knees of your Master, your pussy slowly oozing its juices down to your inner thigh. Unknown to you, your Master is aware that a bare bottom spanking across his knees is one of the most sensuous actions a Master can have with a slave, next to pressing his hard cock into all her openings. He slowly positions you over his knees, so your bare bottom is in direct line to his right arm. He tells you to keep your legs spread wide and says you are not to move. "If you move," he warns, "we shall begin again. Each time you move, we start over, do you understand little puss?" "Yes Master," you say, now in a little girl voice. "Very good little puss. As the lessons of this morning did not seem to sink in properly we will administer no less than forty spanks. They shall be placed firmly on the sit spot of your bared bottom with the hard, wooden hairbrush. After each spank you will state to your Master, 'thank you Master, I behaved badly and deserve more', until we reach the agreed forty spanks. When the forty have been delivered, I shall begin again with my opened hand, giving you another forty. Again, little puss, you must not move or the action will start all over from one. Is this clear?" "Yes Master," you say in the most timid voice, which even surprises you, for you have not heard this tone from yourself since you were a child receiving a sound spanking from your father. Your inner thigh area quivers with the anticipation of the first blow and you brace yourself for the sharpness of it. Deep within you, you desire this more than anything. It satisfies some need buried, and hidden within and is almost as exhilarating as feeling your Master's hard cock inside you. The first spank comes down on your sit spot, firmly but not harshly. You immediately respond with, "Thank you Master, I behaved badly and deserve more." "I shall oblige you then little puss," your Master responds as he brings the hairbrush down almost in the same spot with a bit more force. Again your repeat your recital of words, believing them even more with each spank imparted on your firm, round, bare bottom. By the time your Master has reached thirty, the spanks are hard, almost severe, being delivered with a firm, burning sting to your unprotected ass. You are in tears now, but still have not moved nor have you forgotten to thank your Master for doing his duty in correcting you. When the fortieth spank is executed your Master drops the hairbrush to the floor. His hand moves tenderly to your burning ass and caresses the glowing surface of your sit spot. Maintaining an even pressure and caress to your bare, throbbing ass. Slowly his fingers move down to your opened legs and presses ever gently into your open, sopping pussy. He tenderly, with fingers that feel almost like feathers moves over your pussy, finding your clit and fondles it ever so carefully and gingerly. His hand now moves back to your ass and rubs a little firmer on the tender area. "Now little puss, we will continue. You do remember what you are to say, do you not?" "Yes Master," you answer, just as timidly as before. "Very good! We shall begin." And with that your Master's hand firmly and smartly strikes your sit spot again. You let out a yelp and the tears begin to flow again down your cheeks. Again you do not forget your ordered statement, "Thank you Master, I have behaved badly and deserve more." With that, your Master brings his hand firmly down again, giving you only enough time to respond, then again and again. You can feel the heat from your ass all the way to your pussy. You note that your pussy is pressed directly into his knee now, as he has readjusted your position some to ensure it is. You also note that your Master's cock is firm under your stomach. The feeling of his firm cock excites you even more and your pussy is flowing as easily as the river Nile. As each spank is unyieldingly given, you can feel your pussy become more and more excited. Finally, near the thirty fourth spank you burst with a surging orgasm, your body jerks and shudders from the force of it, yet somehow you remain firmly across your Master's lap. He delays the spanks now, spacing them apart more, and when each is given your can feel the force of yet another explosive orgasm rushing through you. When he reaches forty, you feel the frustration of needing to cum, yet are not relieved. Your Master stops spanking you and orders you up to standing position. You reluctantly do as you are told. "Now little puss, do you think you have learned your lesson?" "Yes Master," you sheepishly say, with head bowed. "I should hope so little puss. If not, there will be further punishment. But I am certain there will be anyway, for you have a long way to go before you have learned all the proper training of a slave." Your Master walks around you as he speaks. His voice never louder than a soft, almost whisper. Occasionally you see his face out of the corner of your eye and the desire to throw your arms around him is so great it is almost overwhelming. "Now little puss, you have failed another time. You are to be, at all times, aware of your Master's needs and desires, and here I stand with a cock that is rock hard and in need of satisfying and you have made no attempt to correct this problem for your Master." Immediately you drop to your knees and begin to tongue the shaft of your Master's cock. Slowly, gently you swirl your tongue around the shaft, reaching the head, you flick your tongue lightly over it. Your Master now reaches down and pulls your head back gently, you understand the action and open your mouth wide to accept him inside. He moves slowly in and out of your mouth, your tongue moving around and around the shaft of his hard cock as he does. His speed increases and your tongue increases with him, until finally you feel the spasm of his cock in your mouth, he presses it deep into your throat. You swallow hard and fast to take all of his creamy juices and you feel his cock spasm again and more washes down your throat. Before withdrawing from your mouth, he has spent his cum at least three times into your opened throat. As he withdraws his limp member from you, your tongue goes to work again to ensure it is free of cum. As if this had no effect on him whatsoever, your Master goes and retrieves his robe from the hook. You have returned to standing position and await his instructions. "Little puss, as part of your punishment, you shall stand in the corner, hands down to your sides, upstairs in the library, while I conduct business with some associates. You shall stand there nude, with your well spanked, red bottom facing out to the room, so all will know you behaved badly and that your Master was not remiss in delivering the proper correction. Now upstairs little puss, quickly." You quickly move through the playroom to the door, opening it, you step aside to let your Master exit then quickly move behind him up the stairs. You can already feel the embarrassment of your position. Your nude body being exposed to strangers. Your Master telling them of your behavior and perhaps even what you did that was so wrong which warranted the spanking. You can feel your pussy throbbing with excitement, and your clit reacting again with anticipation of what is come. A full completion of punishment. First the soundness of the spanking, unyielding, despite your cries, your orgasm, and moans then the humiliation and embarrassment of exposing your behavior and punishment of such to others. Up until two days ago you would not have dreamed all your secret fantasies would be fulfilled. But they so needed fulfilling. Like a woman out on the desert without water for several days, the thirst for your fantasies to be filled was finally being quenched. Continued Seduct07.txt --