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As the plane landed, I squirmed, I had been counting off the days for this meeting. I was finally about to meet my Master in real life. I was not only nervous but excited, all smiles and ever so wet. I had been informed to remove my panties on the first leg of the flight and to play with Masters pussy three times, for three minutes. Due to the weather I had been unable to accomplish this task seeing as how the pilot had informed us not to leave our seats. Now Master is a fair man, but would he believe this excuse? As I entered the airport, I looked about but saw no Master. What if he had forgotten? A knot tied up in my stomach. I had no way of contacting him. I hadn't even thought to bring his address with me. Oh wouldn't this be cute. Me standing in the middle of the airport all night long. I had been standing at the claims area waiting on my luggage when I finally saw him. A smile covered my face and a blush ran from my head to my toes. As Masters neared me, I squirmed. Master could tell I was nervous and this brought a grin to his face. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets, wiggling like a worm on a hook. Small chat was exchanged and I explained why I hadn't accomplished my task on the airplane. However on the second leg of the flight I had managed to get to the bathroom and with my trusty scissors and cut off my panties as well as play with Masters pussy twice. The third time I had not made, the gentleman sitting next to me was getting a bit weary of my climbing across him. I was getting a bit embarrassed to ask him to please move. He had said on my last trip, "you got to pee AGAIN!" So I sat there and wondered if Master would be upset that I hadn't completed my task. Master was not upset. Just gave me one of those, yea right looks and I stared out the car's window avoiding his eyes. Master has this thing about making me blush and squirm. It delights him to no end. We were almost home. Here I was thinking I was going to make it to the house without lighting up like a neon sign. "Pet, unzip your jeans!" A warm glow eased over me as I reached and undid my jeans and slid forward in the seat so Master could feel his fresh shaven pussy. His hands were so warm and soft, it felt so nice even though I was a little shy it soon faded in oh about five seconds. Looking up I saw an older man on the side of the road. We were going so slow, shit I thought, this old man is going to see everything, come to find out this was Masters neighbor. With the speed of lightening I had those jeans zipped and Master grinned from ear to ear. I couldn't believe how perfectly placed everything was, the house was so spotless. Me, I am a bit of a slob, not here however, everything had a place and that was where it was to be returned to. I was shown where my things were to be stowed and then Master led me into the bedroom, his room, where I would be sleeping. Within moments Master was kissing me, his tongue probing, his shirt off and mine soon followed, for the next few hours we explored each other till we both were covered in sweat and I was filled with Masters cum. Can that man fuck! He keeps going and going and going. Everything was going great till Master pinched my nipple a bit harder than I expected and I grabbed his hand and pushed it way. Not intentionally, reflex! "Hold your hand up pet!" I held it up and Master smacked it, I clenched my fist and jumped."Get that hand back up!" he said firmly. Slap, slap, SLAP! "Don't ever push my hand away, clear?" "Yes Master!" I replied as I snuggled close to his warm body. As all kids do, I had to see just how much I could get by with. Not a bright idea on my part. Master had let me by with a good deal the first night here. The following morning was different however. He woke me at a little after five, his cock hard and my pussy wet. He teased me about the fact that no matter when he checked, my or should I say his pussy was wet. What can I say, he has that affect on me, it's not like I have a lot of choice in the matter, not that I want any. We spent a few hours fucking, sucking and pleasing each other till we were both exhausted. That's when the kid in me kicked in. I smarted off, contradicting a statement Master had made. I soon discovered just how strong Master really was. With face buried in the pillow, Master's hand came down hard on my ass cheeks. Again and again each time getting harder till I was shouting. "What is it that Master doesn't like pet?" he asked. Between the jumping about and the ouch's and teeth gritting, "Master doesn't like back talk Sir!" I shouted, with a little more enthusiasm each time his hand made contact with my ass, especially the one time it hit between my pussy lips. Damned did that smart! Shortly the sassy kid took a hike for a bit. I take things quite literally even though I usually know what is being said, it makes a great excuse as long as you can get by with it. This time it didn't work. Master had informed me that the recliner was his. Now he didn't say don't sit in it, so I took it to mean that when he was there in the room that I was to keep my cute little buns out of it. That wasn't what he meant at all, in general it meant, off limits! While Master was on the phone in the office, I plopped down in his chair but as soon as I saw him come out of the office I quickly hoped up and seated myself on the couch. I soon found my face in the cushion and my back side being warmed. Live and learn. The scene was beautiful, a cowboy type restaurant, peanut shells on the floor, country music blasting, the place was packed to the limit. Again the kid decided to come out in me. Again I should have known better but I was the persistent child. The night had gone well up til that point. We had been joking around with our waitress. While she had went to get my change, I had smarted off in a round about way, one that Master did not approve of. "I think it's time you learned a lesson pet. You know you are in trouble don't you?" I let my eyes fall to my lap and shook my head yes. Then smiling like a child, leaning forward I whispered, "will I'm sorry with sugar on top help?" He sat silent for a moment, chin resting on his fist. "You are only making it worse pet." I looked away, knowing he was right, I had only been there a short time but knew when he said something, he didn't like for it to continue past his statement. He considered that back talk. "Close your eyes!" Master said. "Now?" I asked, knowing that the girl was coming back with my change and was bound to think I had lost my mind. "Close them and do not open them till I tell you too," A pause of silence . . . I closed my eyes and felt the blood rush to my cheeks."If I left you sitting here, you wouldn't know it would you pet?" "No Master I wouldn't."Another pause of silence . . . God I hate that silence cause I know Master is thinking and when he is thinking it usually means the next words coming out of his mouth is either going to be a scolding or something that is going to embarrass me. "Do you still like this life style pet? Too bad if you don't!" he stated in a tone that made my skin crawl. He was right, here I was in a strange town, not knowing anyone, I had to depend on him. I had no choice but to do as told. I closed my eyes, feeling as if everyone in the place was staring. In a lively, enthusiastic manner, the waitress returned with my change. Here I sat with my eyes closed smiling, what else could I do, she looked over at Master and said, "look at her she is just laughing at me" I never said a word. What was I to say? I could have broken out into the Lords' prayer, but I don't think that would have gone well with Master. This was his way of bringing me down a notch. The waitress laid the money on the table, thanked us for coming and I just smiled. I couldn't say for sure but I am positive my cheeks were red. A few more moments of silence past . . . "Open your eyes and put away your money. Lets go!" stated Master as I climbed out of the booth and followed him. Leaving behind a carry out order sitting on the table. Master's grilled chicken. As soon as we were outside, Master took my hand in his. It felt warm against the cold of the night. I felt so small in size. "Eyes closed!" Like a child being lead by its parent, I wobbled along at his side, folks passing by, I wondered to myself what they were thinking. The urge to say, "I'm blind kind Sir will you help me to my car my seeing eye dog ran off after a foxy little chi wah wah, but again thought twice about that one. When we got to the car Master helped me inside. "You are not to speak unless spoken too," was all he said as the car cranked and a tape that made my skin crawl began to play. A song by Queen played on Master's tape deck, as if it was a hint at his mood. The words sunk in like a bullet penetrating, "I'M SLIGHTLY MAD!" Oh shit I thought, he is really mad. The trip was silent except for the songs playing. I sat there feeling each curve of the road and playing with my fingers. A few times I wanted to speak and apologize but dared not seeing as I wasn't sure just how "SLIGHTLY MAD" Master was. As if I hadn't done enough damage it was at this point that Master realized I had left the chicken that was to be his breakfast at the restaurant. I felt like climbing in a hole somewhere, I just knew my ass was in for one hell of a spanking or worse. "You will go in and get on your clothes for bed, go to the couch lay on your stomach and close your eyes!" said Master. I rushed into the bedroom and removed all my clothes and climbed into the aqua silk shirt I sleep in. I was not allowed panties, the shirt was all. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I could hear Master roaming around the house. As his footsteps approached, I cringed and waited. The thought of "What have I done" ran through my head. "Hands behind your back!" Soon a rope laced around my wrist, Master stopping to make sure that it wasn't too tight. Then my ankles were connected to my hands and the rope ran between my pussy lips so each move I made teased me, making me so wet. "Turn facing me pet. Do you know why you are in this position?" asked Master. "Yes Sir, for smarting off and talking back Sir." I replied softly, almost in a whisper. "That's right. I am going to let you stay that way for a while," with that Master got up and went to seat himself in his recliner. At first it was exciting but in a short bit my shoulders began to ache from the strain as I struggled against the ropes. Yet the movement brought a wonderfully exciting sensation to my pussy. "Move your feet Pet!" As I moved them, a smile crossed my face. It felt so good. "How does that feel pet?" "Nice Sir." "Don't move them again!" I sat there trying not to move, my shoulders ached and I could feel the moisture accumulating between my legs. I heard the sound of Master leaving the room and returning. "You know pet, I could leave you that way all night or even have placed you on the floor which would have made it much more uncomfortable. Instead of having you in my bed pet, you could be sleeping in the floor at the foot of my bed." "Yes Master I know." Master neared me. The soft touch of leather touched my skin and then a sudden smack across my back and then my ass, making me jump and the rope pull. It wasn't a bad sting, just enough to make me jump and tease my soaking wet pussy. After a few minutes of the teasing, Master released my hands. "Roll over on your back . . . do you trust me pet?" "Yes Sir." As the rope went around my neck and tightened, I sighed. It wasn't tight just a strong reminder of who was in charge. My hands were then tied, not too tightly but tight enough that I couldn't use them, again the rope was threaded between my pussy lips and pulled tightly. Starting at the top of my head, Master let the flogger tease and tickle its way down my body. Squirming like a child about to get a surprise come Christmas morning, I giggled. That is until the first pop sent a sting to my nipples. "You are to remain silent. No talking." Now remaining silent is a bit difficult when you are stifling an"ouch or oh shit that hurts." But silent I remained as Master made soft yet noticeable little marks on my tits and inner thighs.Occasionally pulling on the rope making it dig into my pussy which was already a sticky mess. As soon as it had started it stopped as I heard Master leave the room and go into the kitchen. Suddenly ice cold water was falling here and there, causing me to moan and bounce about. Drop after drop of ice cold water teased me from my face, running between my lips all the way down to my pussy . . . it was ever so nice. When Master began to untie my hands, I thought the event was over, not quite. With the rope still attached to my neck, Master, looped the other around my tits, squeezing them tightly till they would slip out of the ropes, catching my right nipple in the lasso he tightened it and tugged, it hurt yet felt good. Here I lay thinking, shit if this is what I get for being bad I will be bad all the time. I was so excited. My nipples were rock hard and standing straight up, my pussy leaking like a faucet. "Play with your pussy pet, but you better get permission before you cum!" It didn't take long till I was bucking against my fingers with my fist clenched tightly, panting like a dog in heat, ready for relief." "May I cum Master? Please?" "Cum now!" A few more strokes and a lot of moans, groans and bucking and I reached pure pleasure. As my body jerked, my ass muscles tightened and my pussy exploded, I sighed, slid into the couch andcollapsed. The rope remained around my neck for the rest of the evening as I sat at Masters feet and we watched a movie. Once it was over, I learned what go, heal and stop meant with a tug of the rope, crawling around on all fours like the pet I was. I was extremely happy . . . Ok so I got off easy, and had a ball at the same time. I was lucky this time. That was soon to change.
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