An adult stories – Sub Southern Girl in Minnessota Ch. 05 by whiterabbit0117,whiterabbit0117 Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota, V
The day after the night at the BDSM club I had cleared my calendar of everything but one afternoon meeting that couldn’t be rescheduled. I had done my normal morning routine, toilet, enema, shower, edge, release enema, plug and heels, but when I crawled to the kitchen, I found Master sitting at my dining room table. He had stopped in to check on me to make sure I was OK after the events at the club. I told him that my butt hurt from its new decorations from the cane, and my ass was tender from his use, but otherwise I was fine. I surprised myself by asking to suck his cock and Master accommodated my request.
After Master left to go attend to work, I sat on the dildo on my office chair, went through my email and messages, and started to review the notes for the afternoon meeting. The thought that kept intruding into my mind was how nice it would have been to wake up next to Master this morning instead of by myself in my bed. I finally made a deal with myself to review the decision this coming weekend.
As I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on the notes for the meeting, I realized that when you sit on a hard oak chair with fresh cane marks across your butt you squirm. When you squirm on a six inch dildo impaled in your cunt you get very horny, and on edge. I had to take a break to avoid an orgasm without permission. I rose off the dildo, knelt, licked and sucked the dildo clean as well as the pool that had leaked around it filling my chair.
I knelt on the floor and sent a message to Master, asking if would need anything special for the weekend. He sent back a note reminding me that I would be going straight to work from his place on Monday and unless I wanted to show up for work on Monday with the same outfit as Friday, I might want to bring something.
That caused me to think about my everyday professional wardrobe. Before Master it was a padded bra, granny panties, pantyhose, low heeled shoes, a black, dark gray or navy suit, and a white blouse. Since Master the granny panties are gone, the suspender hose replaced the pantyhose, the heels are higher, and the bra is now unpadded, and my erect nipples show through. The only change in the suits is they are now above the knee instead of below the knee. So, the only thing I needed to take to Master’s for Monday was a clean blouse, bra and suspender hose.
Per Master’s desires I no longer wear bras outside of work, and the unpadded bras that I was allowed at work, frankly, did nothing for my figure other than show off my now almost constantly erect nipples. I slipped on a wool dress and headed down to a lingerie shop that I had spotted nearby. The older lady in the shop greeted me warmly. I showed her one of the unpadded bras that I was wearing at work which got an immediate, disapproving headshake.
“Oh, honey we can do so much better than that,” she said. Taking a look at my dress she continued, “Let me guess, your boyfriend says no bras outside of work and unpadded bras at work to show off your nipples. Am I correct?”
I blushed and admitted that she was dead on. She smiled, “I think we can do nice things for your figure within those limits. Follow me.” She looked at the size of the bra I had given her and grabbed three different bras off the rack. I went into the dressing room and tried on the first bra, of course wearing no underwear, I was naked in order to do that.
The lady was at the door and asked to see what it looked like. I was hesitant, but what the hell. I opened the door, and she took one look and shook her head again. “How long have you been wearing the wrong size bra?” She disappeared for a moment and came back with what appeared to be the same bra. She snapped the front closure on the bra that I was wearing and helped me slip on the other bra. She adjusted the straps, and the difference was immediately apparent in the mirror. My tits looked at least a cup size larger. She had me slip my dress back on and the difference was noticeable.
She smiled and said, “That is what a good bra in the right size can do for you. Now let’s get a bra that your boyfriend will approve of.”
I started to protest that Master didn’t allow bras, but she shook her head and motioned for me to follow her. She led me over to a table with some shelf and open cup bras and took two off the table. “Go try these on and let me see how they work for you.”
I stripped off my dress and bra and tried on the shelf bra. One look and I knew Master would approve. It gave some lift, but more than that it framed and showed off my tits even better than being naked. The second one did the same with more lift and support. I slipped them off and put my dress and one of the new unpadded bras back on. I told the sales lady that I wanted the three of the first bra in white and one in nude, and the second shelf bra in black
The lady smiled and rang up the sale. I had never paid anywhere close to that for bras but was sure that it was worth it. The lady put the bras in a sack and as she handed them to me said, “Enjoy, I’m sure your Master will approve. Oh, and nice stripes, your Master does nice work.”
I could not have turned a deeper shade of red, I thanked her and rushed out of the store.
I decided not to change clothes for the meeting in the office. As I walked in I got a look from the receptionist out front and my clerk did a double take. My coworker was more direct, “Wow, did you have some work done?” I explained that I finally visited someone who knew how to fit a bra. I had to write down the name and address of the shop for her.
The meeting was a waste of time. One of those meetings that should have been an email. The client just wanted a status update and wound up spending over $500 in fees to get it. Love those billable hours.
As I rushed out of the office my clerk gave me a cheery “Have a fun weekend.” She had no idea. I already had my suitcase in my car so I could go straight to Master’s, but I stopped by my place for a quick shower, enema and larger plug, before rushing to Master’s. I got there before he did but had the code for the back door. I stopped in the Maid’s closet and stripped to my heels, cuffs and collar. Master sent a text telling me to kneel in front of the full length mirror, set my phone directly in front of me against the mirror on a video call and edge until he got home.
It was a strange experience, kneeling naked, edging my cunt and playing with my nipples while discussing what Master should bring home for dinner. Seeing Master on the display watching me masturbate was both exciting and embarrassing, though I can’t explain why I found it embarrassing after all I had done with Master.
I could see Master’s smile getting bigger as it got harder and harder to stay on edge without cumming. I finally heard Master’s words, “cum for me, cum hard for me, then back to the edge.”
My orgasm ripped through me, it had been a week since my last one and all that stored up sexual frustration sent wave after wave through my cunt and body. If Master had not ordered me back to the edge I would have collapsed into a fetal ball.
I was still edging when Master arrived home. I jumped up and Master gave me a tight hug and a deep kiss. Master gave me a look and said, “Dinner will be a bit late; you look like you need a massage, come with me. Master led me down into the dungeon. There was a new massage table set up in one corner of the room. Several bottles were on a nearby table, I assumed the massage oils. Master had me lay face down on the table, blindfolded me and put some soft music on in the dungeon. A few minutes later I started to smell the massage oil. So Master was going to demonstrate a new skill for me?
Hands gently spread the warm scented oil across my body. The massage started with my feet and worked up relieving the stresses of the heels torturing my feet all week. The hands worked the knots out of my thighs, caressed the stripes on my ass, and then released the adhesions in my shoulders. Master was doing very well, he must have taken lessons after seeing how much I liked Odin’s work.
I heard Master’s voice, “Ok roll over.” The massage resumed at my feet and worked slowly up across my thighs, as it reached my cunt, I heard a second voice that I had heard before, “Your Master says that this time you get the happy ending.”
Master pulled the blindfold off my eyes, and I was looking into the deep bottomless blue eyes of Odin. True to his word he started caressing my labia and the muscles around it.
I looked over and Master had an ear to ear grin. He leaned down and kissed me,” My treat tonight, you can have as many orgasms as you can handle. Enjoy your Norse Gods, with my blessing.”
If I hadn’t been so lost in Odin’s massage around my cunt, I might have caught the plural, but I didn’t. Odin’s hands were now working my labia, both outside and inside. Fingers went inside my cunt and raked across my G-spot and I came. A thumb started working my clit in a manner I had never felt before, pressing hard yet gently rubbing. I came hard again.
Odin’s hands left my genital area and worked up across my belly, massaged my pectoral muscles, and spread the warm oil over my tits, his strong hands grabbing and kneading them, I was moaning constantly from the overall feeling. He stroked my neck and caressed my cheeks, still spreading the warm oil.
Odin looked over at Master and I again heard Master’s voice, “Do you want your Gods to take you to Valhalla?”
I had no clue what Master meant, but it sure sounded good. “Yes, Master, if it pleases you.”
Master replied, “It will please me greatly, enjoy your trip.”
Odin turned me 90 degrees so I was laying across the short width of the table with my ass off one side and my head unsupported on the other side. Odin put my feet on his shoulders, rolled a rubber on his cock and slowly pushed it deep in my cunt. I came again.
As Odin started to slowly fuck me someone cast a shadow over my face. I looked up into the smiling face of the red headed Thor. I opened my mouth to say something and got a mouthful of Thor. For some reason Master’s warning, “Be careful what you wish for” flashed through my head.
I was now being double teamed by the two Norse Gods from the spa. Thor was being gentle as he probed my mouth and to the entry to my throat. Odin had definitely picked up the pace in my cunt. I managed to relax my throat and allow Odin entry, and he started a slow deep face fuck, withdrawing to just inside my lips and then a long slow push down into my throat, where he held it for a few seconds before withdrawing.
Shortly after Thor established his rhythm both withdrew and switched ends. My mouth was now filled with Odins cock, slick with my own juices. Thor in my cunt quickly made it clear that he was the better endowed, as I felt my cunt being filled completely. It would have been tight even without the plug in my ass, but with the plug Thor was definitely in new territory in my cunt.
By this time, I had cum so much that it was one continuous wave crashing up and down my cunt and throughout my body. Odin was being treated to a continuous moan in my throat. I felt Thor leave my cunt, and Odin left my throat and mouth. I was swiveled back onto the massage table lengthwise. My vision was suddenly filled with both Thor and Odin, having striped off their rubbers stroking their gorgeous cocks over my face. Oden started first, but Thor wasn’t far behind as they both painted my face and tits with their copious cum. I opened my mouth to catch as much as I could, but my eyes were burning, and I couldn’t see for the thick coating on my face. Both Gods used their fingers to gather the cum coating my face and feeding it to my hungry mouth. The nectar of the Gods. They cleared my eyes so I could see their smiling faces, before they left me there to recover.
Master let me lay there for awhile, before I heard his tender voice asking if I was ready get up and clean up before dinner. I said “Yes Sir” and Master helped me to my feet and steadied me into the bathroom where he removed my cuffs and heels before helping me into the shower. I really didn’t want to remove the God’s gifts, but I really needed to be able to see better. Between the massage and the double team my whole body was mush.
I finally felt clean enough, and enough energy had returned, to turn off the shower, dry off and put my cuffs and heels back on. Master had mentioned dinner, so I went up the stairs to the dining room. Sitting around the table drinking wine were Master and my two Norse Gods. All stood when I walked into the room. Each gave me a warm hug, and kiss, though Master’s kiss was deeper and more demanding. Master motioned for me to sit in the empty chair between my two Norse Gods. As I started to sit, I noticed Master had cleverly put a suction base dildo in the middle of the chair.
Both Norse Gods were now dressed in warm up suits, Master was still in his suit sans jacket. I of course was naked except for my cuffs, collar, heels, plug, and now with a dildo deep in my bruised cunt.
It was obvious Master had dinner catered from his restaurant. Dinner talk was mostly what my Norse Gods had planned for the weekend. They were both going out cross country skiing and riding snow mobiles in the Northwoods. They asked what my plans were for the weekend and both Gods laughed when I just looked at Master.
I finally asked Master how he had arranged tonight. He laughed and said, “I went by the spa and talked to these two gentlemen and asked each of them, what it would take to be here tonight. Both immediately responded, ‘an invitation.’ So, I extended the invitation, and you know most of the rest.” With that both smiled, reached over and gave my thighs a squeeze, as if my cunt wasn’t wet enough.
After dinner my two Norse Gods indicated that they needed to leave for their weekend. Master asked me to show them to the door. Thor gave me a deep kiss with a firm grip on my ass pulling me tight against his body. Odin’s kiss was just as long and deep but Odin was more a tit man as he held me tight with a firm grip on my right tit. Both gave me a firm slap on my ass as they went out the door.
I watched them leave, then closed the door and crawled back to Master. I smiled and asked Master, “How can I ever repay you for tonight.”
Master had a mischievous smile as he replied, “Oh, you will repay me tenfold.”
Master pulled me onto his lap and I cuddled up against his chest as he held me tight, caressed my cheek, tweaked my nipples and we exchanged sweet tongue filled kisses.
Master asked if I was having any problem with my piercings, and I told him the little ball was constantly making me very horny. He smiled and said, “That is what it is there for. You are much better behaved when you are on edge. Once you get used to it we will get you a bigger one with lots of little spikes.” I hope Master was kidding, but somehow, I didn’t think so.
Master took the medallion on my chain collar that has his initials on it and pulled it around under my chin. “I want to see this whenever we are together. I like being reminded that you are mine.” I smiled and said “So do I.”
His hand roamed down to my mons and his fingers ran across my tattoo that also included his initials. He whispered in my ear, “Mine.” I smiled and replied “Yours.”
Master rolled me face down with my toes and hands just touching the floor and my ass draped across his ass. Not even the first swats were soft, and Master soon had my entire butt and thighs on fire. Master finally pulled me back up and cuddled with me some more. Master said, “That was because you are mine, and I can.”
I slid down out of Master’s lap between his knees. I unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers to pull out Sir’s cock. I looked square into his eyes as I kissed and licked the head of his cock, before kissing his balls and licking the length of Master’s cock before taking the head between my lips and caressing it with my tongue. I kept flicking my tongue across the bottom of Master’s cock as I took it deep into my mouth. Master’s cock reached the entry to my throat and I gagged. I took him back to my lips and pushed down again, Master slipping effortlessly into my throat. I held Sir there and hummed around his cock. I heard Master moan.
The next thing I know my chest is on the carpet, the plug is gone from my ass, and Master’s fingers are working lube into my raised ass. Master wasted no time in pushing his wonderous cock deep into my ass in one long slow push until his hips hit my burning ass. Master took my arms and hooked my wrist cuffs together behind my back and used them for leverage as Sir started fucking my ass, deeper, harder and faster. The pain of Master’s hips slamming into my burning ass was counterpoint to the wonderous feeling inside my ass. Sometimes I’m not sure if Master fucking my ass is the turn on, or the fact that Master is using my ass for his pleasure is why my cunt is running down my leg. When Master is deep in my ass, who cares which?
I felt Master go hard and deep into my ass, I heard Master groan and felt the ripples as Sir came hard deep in my ass. I collapsed flat onto the floor, with Master laying on top of me, his cock still hard deep in my ass. Master moved my hair and started kissing my neck and biting my shoulder. He whispered in my ear, “That is your first interest payment for earlier tonight.” I giggled which earned me another slap on my burning ass.
Master slowly pulled out of my ass, pushed the plug back in my ass and sat back into his chair. I turned and licked and sucked Master’s cock and balls clean. Even with the enemas, Master’s cock has an earthy smell and taste when I clean him after he has enjoyed my ass. Quite a bit different than the fluids when Sir fucks my cunt, but it is my Master and I love the smell and taste that he gets from me. Like I keep telling Sir, Southern girls always clean up their own messes.
Once Master is clean, I continue to hold his cock in my mouth, gently tickling it with the tip of my tongue, looking up into his eyes, resting my head on his thigh. The eyes are said to be windows to the soul, and if true Master’s soul adores and loves me.
Master eventually hooks my leash onto my leather collar and announces, “Time for bathroom and bed, a long day tomorrow.”
I start sucking harder on Master’s cock, stopping long enough to plead, “Please Sir, allow me.”
Master smiled and a trickle started to flow into my mouth, I swallowed the tart liquid and tried to keep up with the increasing flow. I noticed Master pinch his cock to control how fast the pee entered my mouth, allowing me to keep up. The torrent eventually slowed to a trickle and then stopped. I showed Master what was still in my mouth and then swallowed it all.
Master smiled, gave me a “good girl,” took my leash and I crawled behind him up to the bathroom where he unhooked my leash and left me to do my business. I crawled into the bedroom to find Master sitting on the edge of the bed, finishing up a phone call. It sounded like he was confirming our plans for tomorrow.
I crawled between Master’s legs and started licking and sucking his cock. Master looked down at me, smiled and ended his conversation on the phone with, “Something has just come up, we’ll see you tomorrow around 1.” I knew that if Master wanted me to know our plans that he would tell me.
Master pulled me up across his lap and gave my ass about twenty more hard spanks. “That is for disturbing my call.” Master lays back on the bed and I snuggle up against him, resting my head on his chest, his arm under my neck and holding me tight, my leg over his allows me to rub my cunt against his muscular thigh.
Master chuckles and asks, “Are you purring?”
I hadn’t realized it but yes, I was purring in total contentment. Master had made a dream come true, I was well fucked, and being held tight by my Master. Who knew what Master held in store for me tomorrow?
Master started snoring, but I was still too wound up from my experience with my Norse Gods. I scooted down in the bed, took Master’s cock into my mouth and laid my head on his stomach. I smiled to my own joke about the adult slut pacifier.
My bladder woke me up early. I slipped out of bed and used the toilet, I was amazed at how much I peed, but then remembering last night and had the thought that I was peeing for two. As I slipped back into bed Master was starting to stir and I was greeted by Master’s gorgeous morning wood.
I licked it and sucked it. I checked and my cunt was already soaked. I pulled the covers back, threw a leg over Master’s hips and slowly sank full depth on Master’s glorious cock. I started gently rocking, feeling it moving inside me, brushing against my G-spot. Rolling my hips gave a whole different set of sensations. Master smiled even before his eyes opened.
I started slowly pumping up and down on Master while still rolling my hips. With the plug still in my ass, my cunt was tight, and the combination of sensations was just incredible. Master was just lying back watching me fuck him. It was a strange sensation, I was in control, I was the one fucking. I started fucking Master faster, then I slowed down. I had no compunction that I was really in control, Master was allowing me the freedom to please him.
I did every trick I knew to please Master. I kept constant eye contact. I squeezed his cock with my kegels. I fucked Sir very slow. I raised till Master was barely in my cunt and dropped hard till I hit bottom. I rocked my hips, I rolled my hips. I moaned; I begged Master to fuck me hard. Master just laid there watching me with a wry grin.
Master reached up and grabbed both of my nipples and pulled me down on top of him. He rolled us over till, Master was on top, he spread my legs wide and fucked me. This wasn’t love making this was Master fucking his submissive, hard. I have never been fucked so long, so hard, so well. If I had been showing Master every trick in my book, Master was showing me that he had some tricks too. But overall, Master was just fucking fast, deep and hard.
Master didn’t even slow down or let up when I came. Not the first time, or the second, or even when I squirted all over him. Master was fucking me, and he never slowed until I felt him swell in my cunt, his body went rigid and Sir howled as he came. A primal scream I had never heard from him before. It was Master claiming me, the Alpha male claiming his bitch.
Master collapsed on top of me, his cock still deep in my cunt. I held him tight as our breathing and heart rates slowly came down from their marathon rates. Master finally raised up, looked into my eyes and said, “Good morning.” I smiled and squeezed his cock in reply and was surprised when Master started slowly fucking me again. It was just a few soft strokes, but enough to bring me back to the edge.
Master rolled off, still holding each other tight. I whispered, “Thank you Master.”
Master gave me a squeeze and replied, “I just wanted to make sure you remembered who you belong to. Sometimes it may please me to share you, but it makes you no less mine. Never forget that.”
I looked Master full in the eyes and responded, “Yes Master, I understand. Thank you for sharing me last night, it made me more yours than ever.”
“We are going out for breakfast go get ready in your room, I’ll meet you downstairs in half an hour to go out for breakfast.” Master said as kissed me, got out of bed and headed for his bathroom.
I was disappointed that Master didn’t let me serve him, but crawled to my room, used the toilet, took my enema, showered, released my enema, plugged my ass, repaired my make up, and brushed out my hair. I put on my heels, cuffs, leather collar and crawled downstairs to meet Master.
Master was dressed casual, jeans and a sweatshirt. He picked a wrap dress out of the maids closet for me. It was short and the only fastener was a single button at the waist under the belt. It had a tendency to gap at the bust and separate at my thighs, which is probably why Master liked it so much. Breakfast was at Master’s restaurant which as usual was excellent. Master ordered me the double mimosa, saying it might help keep me warm later. Master was not free with what our plans were for later.
After breakfast Master drove us North out of town, still with no information on where or why. I relaxed and enjoyed the scenery with Master’s hand high on my bare thigh.
We got to a small town and Master stopped at a snowmobile shop. When we got in Master asked for Harold. Harold came out holding two snowmobile insulated overalls. We left the shop with complete rental outfits, overalls, boots, helmets, gloves and goggles. All of which went in the trunk.
I finally asked Master, “So we are going snowmobiling.” Master just smiled.
About twenty miles north of the town Master turned off onto a small county road and then up a drive to a log cabin. I followed Master up to the cabin door, trudging through the snow in my four inch heels. Master knocked on the door and a lady with long blonde hair wearing a snowmobile suit answered the door, but right behind her was Thor. Thor shook Master’s hand and gave me a big hug and kiss then introduced us to Ellen. As we stepped into the main room Odin came out of one of the bedrooms, giving me another hug and kiss.
Thor and Master went back out to get our gear out of the car. I learned Ellen was dating Thor and the three of them were up for the weekend. When Thor and Master got back, Odin volunteered to help me get dressed while Thor helped Master.
Odin laid all my gear out on the bed then undid the buckle and button on my dress and slipped it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He was surprised that I was naked under the dress but got over it when I leaned into him with a hug, kiss, and thank you for last night. Putting on the snow suit seemed to involve a lot of touching making sure my ass and tits were where they should be in the insulated overalls and my cunt was suitably wet.
Once Odin finally had me fully dressed, he took me out and helped me onto the back of one of the snow mobiles. Master was on the back of the other one with Thor at the controls. We started out slow on one of the trails, but soon got into more open country and both Gods hit the throttles. Up and down hills, tight turns where I had to hold tight to Odin, well tighter. We were out for what turned out to be two hours.
Back at the cabin, Thor let Master take control of one snow mobile and Ellen got on behind Thor, and they took off again. Odin helped me into the warm cabin. I told him I was a bit cold and he stripped the boots, gloves, and coveralls from me, then wrapped my naked body in a blanket, laid me on the bed and gave me a cup of hot chocolate which I discovered had a nice shot of rum.
Odin started to change out of his snow suit. He peeled it off revealing a gorgeous chest and a pair of insulated long johns. He started to reach for his sweats and I pleaded, “Don’t get dressed, lose the pants and come warm me up.”
He hesitated for a moment, and I told him, “Do you think it is an accident that Master left me here alone with you while they all went out without us? That got a smile and a naked Odin.
After two hours riding that snowmobile vibrator between my legs and echoing through my butt plug, I was incredibly horny and more than wet. Odin’s beautiful rubber covered cock slipped in with one long push. I immediately recognized that Master had bruised me that morning, but that was quickly forgotten. Not only did Odin have beautiful cock, but he knew how to use it, and did that God have stamina. After my third orgasm, I pushed him off me, peeled his rubber off and started worshiping his cock. It was amazing looking into the deep blue eyes of this smiling, chiseled Norse God, while working his cock in my throat. My efforts paid off as Odin shot down my throat before I backed into my mouth. I showed him his cum in my mouth before swallowing and licking and sucking his cock and balls clean.
I liked the feeling so much that when I finished cleaning him I took his cock back in my mouth and caressed it with my lips and tongue while still lost in those deep blue eyes.
Odin smiled and asked, “Are you planning on staying there all day?”
I slipped his cock out of my mouth and replied, “May I?”
Odin laughed and pulled me up onto his chest and continued to prove he was a tit man as he teased and abused my nipples, groped and caressed my tits.
We laid there together cuddling, kissing, groping, until we started to hear the snow mobiles return. Odin slipped on his sweats and I put my dress back on, and ran a brush through my hair. By the time everyone came in we were sitting by the fire with cups of hot chocolate.
Ellen asked Odin, “You have you two been doing?
Odin smiled and answered, “We’ve been busy getting warm.” That got a knowing smile from Master.
Master, Thor and Ellen all shed their snowmobile suits in the other bed room which seemed to cause a lot of giggling from Ellen. We had a nice lunch of chili and cornbread sitting around the fire. I was on a couch between Odin and Master. After lunch we sat around and chatted. Master had covered us with a blanket, and I had hands from both sides teasing my cunt and playing with the little ball attached to my hood. Thor and Ellen also seemed to be enjoying each other under their similar blanket.
Master finally announced that we wanted to get back to the city before dark. Thor said they were planning a sunset outing on the cross country skis. I got a hug and kiss on the lips from Ellen, an ass grab and deep kiss from Thor, and a very long kiss with ass grab and tit massage from Odin.
Thor and Odin both helped put the equipment back into the trunk and both gave me another kiss and grope as they said goodbye. Master got guy hugs, back slaps and handshakes.
Master and I chatted about the fun on the snowmobiles, and I described my time with Odin, which seemed to please Master. Just before we turned off the county road onto the highway, Master reached over, unbuckled and unbuttoned my wrap dress and opened it completely, leaving me sitting there completely exposed. His right hand started playing with the little ball sitting on my clit, which quickly took me to the edge.
Master asked how I enjoyed my time with Thor. With the stimulus on my clit it took me a minute to gather my thoughts. “Sir, it was great sex. I enjoyed it because I knew that you had arranged it for me. While physically sex with either Norse God is great, it is not the same as having sex with my Master. There is a whole range of emotions and senses that just are not there like when Master uses me.”
That got a long pensive look from Master and then a smile. “I understand and am so pleased to hear that. I like sharing you, giving you new experiences, but I need to know that you will accept and enjoy them when I offer them to you as my gift. As with our two lady friends after the party, I will check with you before committing you, whenever that is possible. I will never test or trick you. When like today, it is obvious that I have given you an opportunity, please take it and enjoy it to the fullest, as a gift to you.”
The love and sincerity in his voice had me crying.
We stopped to return the rented snowmobile equipment, I started to cover up to help and Master gave me a firm “No.” Master took in the first load out of the trunk and a young man from the store came out to get the rest. I got a long look and a smile once he saw me sitting there, and another lingering look as he carried the rest of the gear into the store.
When Master came back and got in the car he was smiling. He turned to me, reached over, squeezed my thigh, and said, “I was just told that I am a very lucky man. I told them ‘you don’t know the half of it.” I started to tear up again.
We drove all the way back into town with my dress open and Master’s hand high on my thigh, occasionally flicking the little ball on my clit. Master kept me on edge the entire way. We stopped by Master’s restaurant for dinner. Master allowed me to fasten the belt on my dress but not do the button. The results were that I showed quite a bit more cleavage and thigh than the dress was designed to reveal. Master’s eyes made it clear that he liked the look. That Sir liked to show me off was not a secret.
As we were finishing dinner Master asked, “Do you want to go to the club tonight.” I could tell by the tone in his voice that he would go only if I wanted to.
I replied, “No Master, I just want to be alone with you.” That got a smile from Master and a quick departure from the restaurant and a short drive to Master’s. I took off my dress in the Maid’s closet, put on my cuffs, leather collar, leash, and house heels.
I started to crawl into the parlor where Master was waiting but saw the light out back and went out to the heated patch of turf from when Master and his wife had dogs, and peed, used my fingers to wipe myself and sucked my fingers clean. Master had me do it the first time I visited when Master was testing me. While Master had not said anything lately, I felt the need to show him I remembered and obeyed. While the heat kept the snow off it was still cold enough to make my nipples rock hard.
I took the leash in my teeth and crawled in to Master. Master asked where I had been. He smiled and gave me a coveted “Good girl” when I told him.
Master pulled me into his lap, his hands roaming my body, tweaking my erect nipples, caressing my body, he saw me wince when his fingers roamed through my cunt. Master looked concerned, “Did Odin bruise you?”
I smiled and said, “No Sir, Master did when he claimed me this morning.” That brought both a smile and a look of concern from Master.
“I bruised you this morning? Sir asked.
“Yes Sir, when you claimed me this morning, making sure that I was yours, you left a reminder of who I belonged to. I have treasured it all day.”
Master smiled, hugged me tight, fingered the medallion with his initials hanging from my chain collar and ran his fingers over his initials tattooed on my mons. Master asked, “Have I convinced you yet that you are mine?
I smiled and responded, “Yes Sir, I am yours, I believed that before you chained, tattooed and bruised me.” Master smiled and caressed my cheek, before palming my tit and pinching and twisting my nipple until I squirmed in his lap. Master shifted me, moved me till my hands and feet were touching the floor and my ass was draped across his lap.
Master started lightly spanking my ass. Alternating cheeks with each slap. As he continued the pace remained slow, but the slaps kept getting harder. Every few slaps Master would hit the plug in my ass with the palm of his hand, sending a shock deep into my ass, which echoed in my cunt. I was long past the point where the heavier slaps had become painful. I felt the heat build in my butt until it felt like it was on fire, and not surprisingly my cunt felt almost as hot. I had no doubt that I was making a mess on Master’s pants, but given Master’s cock pushing up hard against my stomach, I was pretty sure Sir didn’t care.
Master scooped me up, rose to his feet and carried me upstairs to the master bedroom. He gently laid me on my stomach and moved both pillows under my hips. I watched master strip, grab the lube from the nightstand and move between my legs. I felt the plug being pulled out of my ass and quickly replaced by two lubed fingers. They briefly worked to further relax my sphincter and lube the way for Master. Much quicker than usual I felt Master pushing against my ring and slipping deep into my ass. Master gave me a moment or two to adjust and then pushed deeper until I felt his hips bounce against my burning butt.
Master kept going slow and deep as he fucked my ass. His hips hard against my burning butt on every stroke was mixed with the sensations of his cock sawing in and out of my ass. The two merged together into one feeling that felt incredible. I moved one hand down and started fingering my cunt and rubbing my clit.
I was surprised when Master leaned forward and laid on top of me, keeping the slow deep rhythm in my ass. He kissed my neck and bit my shoulder and earlobe and whispered, “Mine” in my ear. I replied, “Yes Sir, yours.”
I don’t know when I’ve felt so owned, so loved, Master gently fucking my ass, lying on top of me like a heavy blanket, reminding me I am his, banging his hips into my burning butt, while I edge my cunt, trying not to cum before Master does or at least before Master gives me permission.
I feel Master’s cock swelling in my ass and Master starts fucking me harder. I beg Master for permission to cum, and Master tells me to cum right before I feel Sir go rigid and feel spasm after spasm as his cock unloads deep in my ass, I diddle my clit and feel wave after wave of my release run up and down my cunt as Master keeps fucking my ass harder and harder, riding his own orgasm.
Master whispers in my ear, “Good girl, keep fingering your cunt, until I tell you to stop.” Master lets me have two more orgasms while still deep in my ass. The feeling is incredible, but I am totally wiped out.
Master took my hip and rolled us onto our sides, while his cock remained in my ass. Master was holding me tight, spooning against him, his top hand caressing my tits, tweaking and abusing my nipples. It felt good laying there, being held tight, Master slowly softening in my ass, my bruised butt announcing itself every time Master or I shifted slightly. Master finally gave me permission to stop fingering my cunt.
I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, Master was no longer spooning me and had rolled onto his back and was snoring softly. I got up and used the bathroom. Coming back to bed I stood and watched my beautiful Master sleep, his chest rising and falling, his cock semi erect and laying on his stomach. I slipped back into bed, and cleaned Master’s cock, that Southern girl thing about our messes. I kept Master’s soft cock in my mouth and laid my head on his abdomen, gently sucking his cock. My mind immediately went to, ‘you are where you belong, why do you want to be somewhere else?’ Odd how sometimes life’s decisions are made.
I woke up to Master’s cock pushing against the entry to my throat. Master was still softly snoring, but either having a nice dream or Sir’s normal morning wood. Either way, Master was growing in my mouth.
I didn’t want to wake Master, so I moved until his cock no longer triggering my gag reflex and just laid there enjoying my Master’s cock, gently sucking and licking around the crown of Sir’s cock. Master’s hand reached down and rested on my head. Not pushing, just connecting.
I started sucking harder, licking Master’s entire length as I took him deeper and deeper. I heard Master moan, but then continued snoring. I continued exploring Master’s circumcised cock with my lips and tongue, the ridges, the veins, the pulse, the crown and the space behind it. I let him pass into my throat and held him there. At first, I could breathe through my nose, but as Master continued to become erect that became difficult. So, when I needed a breath, I took Master back to just inside my lips. With each stroke I learned more with my lips and tongue about the terrain of Master’s wonderful cock.
Master finally stirred. He spread his legs wide, and with the hand on my head moved me to between his legs. I was now looking up into Master’s face as I sucked his cock. Master was just smiling and watching me. I was in no rush and just continued exploring and enjoying Master’s cock.
In the Cosmo magazine stories I read as a teen, there were always phrases about seeing something in the guy’s eyes. I remember the phrase always turned me on, but reality turned out to be different, I never saw anything like Cosmo described. Until now, the look in Master’s eyes was pure adoration, and love. Just seeing the look made my cunt clench.
Master seemed to be content to watch me explore and enjoy his cock. I took Sir’s cock out of my mouth, smiled, and kissed Master’s balls, before taking him full depth into my throat. I held him there, working my throat as I returned Master’s look. I resumed my exploration of Master’s cock, until he reached down and pulled me up across his hips.
We never broke eye contact as I reached down, inserted Master’s cock, and slowly lowered myself until my clit was sitting square on Master’s pubic bone. As soon as I hit bottom I didn’t move. I just knelt there, watching the look in Master’s eyes. I put my hands behind my head, pulling my shoulders back, and grabbed Master’s cock as hard as I could with my kegels.
I finally spoke, “Master, I have decided.” I paused for several seconds before continuing. “I have decided that if Sir still wants me, I am Master’s live in submissive full time.”
If possible, Master’s smile got larger. He grabbed me by the nipples and pulled me down into a strong hug and kiss. We traded tongue filled kisses for a while, before Master rolled over on top of me, still deep in my cunt.
Master raised up and asked, “What changed your mind?”
I grinned back at Master and said, “In all honesty sucking your cock last night while you slept. I suddenly realized that there was no place else I would rather sleep, than with my Master.”
Master smiled, fucked me hard several times and asked, “Oh, so this is just about my cock.”
I giggled, “Well, not entirely, you do have some other redeeming attributes.” I accented that statement with a few pelvic thrusts of my own.
Master took the clue and started to fuck me fast, hard and deep. I was so keyed up that I started cumming almost immediately. Master lasted a little longer before I felt his cock swell and spasm repeatedly in my cunt.
As soon as Master’s breathing slowed enough for speech he asked, “When?”
I replied without thinking, “As soon as possible.”
Master smiled and without leaving my cunt, and while still laying on top of me reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. “Hello dispatch. I need a truck around noon. No that will do. I’ll meet it at xxx. Thanks.”
I gave Master an incredulous look, “Did you just order a truck at my place for noon? I’m not packed.”
Master smiled, “I couldn’t let you change your mind. You don’t have to bring everything today, just what you need to live here this week. You’ll have plenty of time to bring everything you want to bring, and we will arrange storage for what you don’t
I was still in shock, “I don’t know what to say.”
Master gave me a wry grin and softly said, “Say ‘Thank you Master’, clean my cock, get dressed and we are going to breakfast to celebrate.”
That is what I did. Besides the “thank you’ and cleaning Master’s cock, I took time to shower, use the toilet, do an enema, touch up my makeup, brush my hair, put on my heels, and crawled down to meet Master at the Maid’s closet. Master was dressed up in a dress shirt and sports coat. He picked one of the nicer dresses out of the closet for me and went out to warm up the car. As usual the dress was short and had a low V-neck. I decided to surprise Master and put on the shelf bra I bought earlier that week, before putting on the dress Master had chosen. Looking in the mirror the effect was dramatic. I frankly had never looked that well built before. I slipped a coat on and went out to Master.
Master drove for quite awhile, obviously we were not going to his restaurant. We pulled up to an establishment North of town. A valet took the car and Master helped me out. Once inside Master took my coat and handed it to the coat check lady. When he turned back, I wished I had a picture of his face. Seeing my enhanced cleavage, Master was completely speechless.
I softly told Master, “I know your rule is no bras, but I thought you might like this one.”
Master finally spoke, “I’ll make an exception for this one.”
The Maitre d’ looked at Master’s reservation and took us to a small table overlooking the river. Master ordered Mimosa’s as we looked over the menu. I caught Master several times checking out the enhanced cleavage.
I finally asked, “I take it you approve of this look.”
Master replied or rather asked, “A bra makes that much difference? I may have to reconsider.
Breakfast was delicious, I had eggs benedict, Master had an omelet. A string quartet played softly all through breakfast. Master kept my mimosa glass filled. I went to the restroom and when I returned Master was on the phone telling someone to pick up wardrobe boxes and some smaller boxes and make sure they were at the apartment ASAP
As I sat down Master said, “You do favors for people, they are happy to do them for you. Especially if you are a VP.
After breakfast we drove over to my apartment. The boxes Master had ordered were outside my door when we got there. Master took off his sports coat and assembled the wardrobe boxes.
I was pulling things out of my dresser and piling them on the bed. Master took one look at me and said, “Don’t get that beautiful dress dirty” He pulled down the zipper and slid it off my shoulders leaving me standing there in my shelf bra and heels.
Master did allow, “You can put it back on when the drivers get here.
Everything hanging in my closet went into the wardrobe boxes. Master cleaned out my bathroom and boxed that up, while I boxed the things from my dresser that I might want that week.
There was a knock on the door and Master helped me slip my dress back on. Master answered the door, shook hands with the two men at the door and introduced himself. As soon as he said his name the looks of the two men changed drastically. I heard one of them comment, “I was wondering who had changed our route today, I never imagined that it was someone that important.
It only took the two men and Master about five minutes to load the truck. Master gave them his address. As soon as they left, Master gave me a big hug and kiss. “Thank you for deciding to be mine, you won’t regret it.” As I looked around what had been home, I could only think, I hope not.
All the boxes wound up in the second bedroom. Master and I discussed on the way over whether they should go into the Master bedroom or the second bedroom, but decided since we both had to get ready for work on about the same schedule that the second bedroom and bath would work better, though there was no question of where I would be sleeping.
As soon as the men left, with a nice tip from Master, Master again removed my dress, but pointedly left my platform bra on.
We quickly unpacked the bathroom supplies and hung the clothes in the wardrobes up in the closet. Once done Master slapped my ass and led me downstairs where he popped a bottle out of the “good wine” cabinet. We toasted my decision, and each had a glass, relaxing from the move and excitement.
Master took my glass and sent me to the Maid’s closet to remove my dress, but not my bra, and put on my cuffs and leather collar. I changed and crawled back to Master. Master snapped the leash on my collar and led me down to the dungeon. Master sat in one of the chairs and pulled me kneeling upright between his knees.
Master was smiling looking me square in the eyes, and Sir kept eye contact as hands roamed over my body. Feeling my wetness, teasing, pinching and twisting my erect nipples, caressing my cheeks, running a thumb across my lips and into my mouth for me to suck, squeezing my neck, and running his fingers through my hair. I was on fire.
Master finally spoke, “I cannot begin to tell you how pleased and honored I am that you have decided to be here, to be mine full time. However, you are still my submissive, and being here full time requires some changes to your rules.” With that Master stopped caressing me and just looked deep into my eyes.
Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota VI Rule Changes