An adult stories – Sub Southern Girl in Minnessota Ch. 06 by whiterabbit0117,whiterabbit0117 Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota VI Rule Changes
After a night spent nursing on Master’s cock as he slept, I decided that I belonged with Master full time. I told him while I was riding his wonderous cock, and he had rolled me over in a welcome home fuck. He was so anxious for me to be there full time that he didn’t even remove his cock from my cunt before arranging for a truck from his company to be at my apartment at noon.
After we had moved most of my wardrobe to the second bedroom and moved the contents from my bathroom into the one serving, that bedroom, Master had me strip and put on my cuffs, leather collar and attached my leash.
Master led me down into the dungeon, clipped my wrist cuffs together behind my back, and had me kneel in front of him as he ran his hands over my body bringing me to fever pitch.
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.
Master continued, “Some of the rule changes recognize that you still have a life outside this house. Others reflect you taking some responsibility for running this household. Others are just because they please me.
Master resumed caressing my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling the wetness in my cunt, and running his fingers through my hair. He kept my body on edge.
Master continued, “In the first group, on workdays, after you wake me as you usually do, when I dismiss you, you are to crawl to your bedroom and get ready. Once you are ready to either to go to the office or work from here, you may walk to the kitchen and fix our breakfasts. If going to the office, bring your clothes for work down to the maid’s closet. Also, unless you are on my leash, you may use bathrooms in the house as needed.
Master had me so on edge I was having trouble following what he was saying, but it sounded like he was making reasonable accommodation for when I was going into the office. I moaned as Master started to finger my cunt, curling his fingers into my g-spot.
Master pulled his wet fingers out of my cunt and placed them in my mouth for me to clean, and to help me focus before he continued.
Once Master thought I had regained focus he continued, “The maid service is here on Thursday, I will show you their contract, you are to give them notice of anything beyond the contract that needs to be done.
Master withdrew his fingers from my mouth, and I reached over, unbuckled and unzipped Sir’s pants. He rose enough for me to lower them past his knees and I attacked his cock, kissing and licking it taking it as deep into my mouth as I could in one movement. I needed to cum, but more than that, I needed to please my Master.
Master smiles and takes a firm grip on my head sliding my head down until he feels a slight gag as his cock reaches the entry to my throat. Smiling he holds me there and a caress his cock with my tongue, feeling every curve, every vein. Master slowly pushes me back and as his cock slides through my mouth, my tongue explores even more of my Master’s cock. As the head of Master’s cock reaches my lips, my tongue can now circle the head of his cock, flick slowly across the opening, tasting the precum, the promise of more to come.
Master starts to pull me back down his cock, I try to relax my throat knowing where Sir is heading. I only gag slightly as Master reaches and pushes down into my throat, cutting off my air. Master is looking deep into my eyes, watching me, loving me. Master sees my first sign of distress from lack of air and slowly retreats out of my throat, but only allowing me a short few seconds to refill my lungs before again entering my throat. Sir sets a pattern, deep in my throat for a time and then retreating for me to breathe for a much shorter period, before once again into my throat.
Understanding Master’s pattern allows me to relax, knowing Master is using me, not testing me. My whole body starts responding to Master’s face fucking me. My nipples were already rock hard, but my cunt starts clenching every time goes deep into my throat. I’m sure I’m making a huge wet area under my cunt as I can feel the wetness running down my thighs. If I could, I would be begging Master to fuck me, but all I can do is moan around Master’s cock.
I feel Master’s cock growing even larger in my throat. Master pulls me back until he is just inside my lips and the first jet lands on my tongue. I savor the taste of Master as jet after jet lands on my tongue, filling my mouth. Master then surprises me, Sir pulls out of my mouth and jet after jet lands on my face as Master paints my face with his cum. My eyes are burning as some runs into them, but I keep them open to see the smile on Master’s face.
I open my mouth to show Master what he has given me there, then swallow before taking Master’s cock back into my mouth to lick and suck it clean, making sure that I have it all. Master took his handkerchief and gently wiped the cum out of my eyes. They still stung, but I could now see Master’s smile clearly.
Master asked, “Feel better?
I answered honestly, “Yes Sir, better. But still very much in need of being fucked hard by Master.”
Master responded, “As you should be.”
Master paused for a moment and continued, “Some things have not changed. The maid’s closet is still where you change from what you wear outside this house to what is allowed inside. Inside you will wear: heels, cuffs, collar, and plug. Your office attire is unchanged, heels, suspender hose or stockings, unpadded bra, and an above the knee skirt or dress. For both a red thong and liner may be worn as needed during that time of the month.”
Master looked at me as if expecting an answer. While I had only dim recollection of what Master had said, I replied, “Yes Sir.”
Master smiled and said, “I doubt you have a clue what I have said about your new rules, but I still expect you to follow the, and will punish you when you don’t.”
With that Master released my wrist cuffs, took my leash and led me crawling over to the new massage table. Sir helped me onto the table, on my knees, ass high, chest down. Master walked over to one of the cabinets and I saw him take a small leather paddle I’d heard him call a slapper.
When Master returned, he announced, “I am now responsible for your nightly spanking. It will take whatever form I choose and will include any punishment for minor infractions from the day.”
As I was digesting what Master had just said my right butt cheek lit on fire from Master’s first swat. By the time Master finished with twenty on each butt cheek my ass was on fire, and my cunt was gushing. At least part of the swats on my butt also caught my plug sending shocks straight up my ass.
Master helped me rollover onto my back. The twenty on each tit were much lighter than the blows to my ass, but more than enough for them to join the fire engulfing my body. The twenty on my cunt were relatively light, the two I got on my thighs as reminders to not close my legs were by far the heaviest of the whole group. I could swear I could hear splashing sounds as Master finished spanking my cunt. I smiled inwardly at my own joke of my cunt drowning while burning up.
Master grabbed my hips and slid me down to the end of the table before going balls deep in on quick hard thrust. I swear I heard a splash as Master drove his cock into my soaking burning cunt. I’ve talked before about the difference between Master fucking me and Master making love with me. This was pure fucking. Master started long, hard and deep and never relented.
I came almost immediately, my body going rigid, my throat screaming, my cunt clenching trying unsuccessfully to catch Master’s cock. Master didn’t miss a beat, his deep hard rhythm unchanged by my clenching cunt. As I came down a little from my climax I noticed Master’s pubic bone smashing into my freshly spanked cunt, one part of my fuddled brain registered pain, but the pleasure center kept calling for more and harder.
My second orgasm came quickly and without warning, I really hadn’t come down from the first one when it hit. Ripples started running up and down my cunt, my heels moved onto Master’s hips, responding to the pleasure center’s call, trying to make Master fuck me harder.
Now my orgasm in continuous, the ripples running up and down my cunt, Kegels rigid in their futile attempt to capture Master’s cock, my throat a constant moan. Master took the slapper and started lightly spanking my nipples again adding to the fire consuming me. Master stopped with the slapper and I reached up and grabbed my nipples, twisting letting their sensation add even more to my fire.
Master drives even harder into my bruised cunt and I feel spasm after spasm as Sir unload deep in my cunt. Even as Master stops cumming, but still deep in my cunt, I continue abusing my nipples as my body slowly begins to come back under control.
Master finally withdraws from my cunt and scoops two fingers full of his cum and feeds it to me before and I lick and suck his cock clean. Master attached clamps connected by a short chain with a weight in the middle to my nipples before helping back down onto my hands and knees on the floor. He sent me crawling up to my bedroom to get ready to go out for dinner.
Crawling with the weight on the clamps’ chain caused the weight to swing, giving even more pain to my abused nibs. Not knowing Masters plans for the evening, I removed the cuffs, collar, heels and plug, used the toilet, took an enema. I stuffed a wash rag in my mouth before I removed the clamps from my nipples, which was only partially successful in muffling my screams. I reluctantly showered Master’s cum off my face and out of my hair, released my enema, lubed and replaced the plug. I put the cuffs and collar back on and with some trepidation, reattached the clamps to my nipples before brushing out my hair, repairing my makeup and crawling back downstairs.
Master was sitting in his easy chair in the living room, still dressed in the casual clothes he had worn all day. He gently kissed me, stroked my cheek and said, “We are just going out for a quick bite at a local restaurant. Dress appropriately and meet me in the car.”
Master went out to warm up the car. I crawled to the maid’s closet and picked out the most casual of the dresses hanging there. I removed my cuffs, collar, and with only a minor scream both nipple clamps. I kept my heels and slipped the denim shirtwaist dress on. It was only fingertip length and Master had the buttons that would have been above my nipple line or below my cunt removed. Someday I may get used to Master showing me off.
Once dressed I joined Master. Sir had the car warmed up and the seat heater on. As usual Master’s hand was soon gripping my upper thigh. We went to a small diner near Master’s home. It looked like it hadn’t been updated in fifty years but from the looks of the crowd, it still had a good reputation. Master picked a booth. I slid in first and Master sat beside me. Master recommended the open face roast beef sandwich and we both ordered that.
Master’s hand had already reclaimed my thigh when we started talking about what I needed when I worked from home. I told him I would need the file cabinet from my apartment, a desk and preferably a hard wired ethernet connection available for my laptop. By the time the food arrived Master’s hand had crept higher and was driving me crazy flicking the little ball that rode on my clit.
Fortunately, the food arrived quickly, forcing Master’s hand out of my cunt before I made a scene in the diner, but not before a moan had escaped my lips to Master’s amusement. Master was right on the food recommendation, it was excellent. We shared a sundae for dessert.
Master asked what I remembered about my new rules. I was able to tell him that the Maid’s closet was still the dividing line between outside clothes and inhouse nudity. On office days I was to walk down to breakfast carrying my outfit for the office. That I was now responsible for working with the maid on any special needs. I thanked Master for the rule allowing a red thong for that time of the month. Master seemed impressed that I remembered so much considering my state at the time he was telling me.
Arriving back at Master’s I did my normal transition at the Maid’s closet, losing the dress, donning my cuffs and leather collar. Master had said to meet him in the dungeon. I was a bit surprised to find that Master had changed into a robe. I curled up in his lap and we kissed as his hands abused my still sore nipples and explored my very wet cunt. After a bit Master shifted me in his lap and I felt the plug pulled from my ass and lubed fingers exploring and penetrating my ass.
It wasn’t long before I felt the second and then the third finger lubing and stretching my ring. Master moved me again to lube his cock before lifting me and slowly lowering my ass onto Sir’s cock. It stung a bit as his crown passed through my ring, but Master went full depth in one long slow movement. Once I was fully seated, Master used his knees to separate mine. Sir started a show on the big screen before resuming exploring my cunt, kneading my breasts and abusing my nipples.
Caught up on the feeling of Master filling my ass and his hands bringing me to the edge, it took me a minute to realize that the show we were watching was the other night with my two Norse Gods using me.
Master made no movement to fuck my ass, he just enjoyed watching the movie, my squirming on his cock and feeling my cunt through the thin membrane constantly clenching. He asked me, “Why were you squirming so much, was it the show, the cock in my ass, or hands enjoying your body?” I earned a spanking for being unable to answer.
I held it together pretty well through the massage, but when Odin started fucking me, Master stepped up his fingering of my cunt and I came hard. I clenched so hard that Master moaned from the tightness in my ass. I came again when Thor took my throat, and again as they switched, and Odin filled my mouth with his cock coated by my cunt and Thor’s member had stretched my cunt. As they both pulled out of me and started painting my face, I felt Master grow and pulse after pulse as Master came deep in my ass.
As the screen faded to black, I collapsed against Master. Sir held me, his cock still deep in my ass, his fingers still abusing my bruised nipples, stroking my G spot while his thumb raked across my clit. His fingers finally stopped their attack on my body, and Master brought them to my lips to be licked and sucked clean.
I cuddled in Master’s lap, feeling secure in his embrace, until I felt Master’s cock start to slip from my ass. I slid down between Master’s knees and took Sir’s cock into my mouth, licking and sucking it clean, I cleaned Master’s balls where I had leaked and squirted all over them. Then I took Master’s cock back into my mouth gently licking and sucking it, looking at the adoration in his eyes and the smile on Sir’s lips.
Master caressed my cheek, attached my leash, pushed my plug back in my ass, stood and led me crawling upstairs until we reached my bedroom, at least the bedroom where things had been moved to. Master stroked my hair, unsnapped my leash and told me, “Do what you need to do then come to bed.”
I used the toilet, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and cleaned Master’s cum from my butt and thighs where it had leaked out of my ass, as well as my juices that were also coating my thighs. The cold washcloth on my cunt felt wonderful. Looking in the mirror I couldn’t miss my smile or my bruised nipples standing proud.
I set the alarm on my watch for the morning, removed my heels and crawled to Master’s bedroom. I found Master already in bed and my side turned down. I snuggled in tight to Master, my head on his shoulder, his arm around me, my cunt tight against his muscular thigh and my hand magically finding Master’s cock. I heard Master give a contented sigh as I settled tight against him.
Master turned off the light and tilted his head to look at me, “Still happy, any regrets?”
I gently stroked Master’s cock and replied, “None Sir, I’m where I belong.”
That got a smile and a hug from Master. We laid like that for awhile before I heard Master’s gentle snoring. I was too wound up to sleep so I slid down the bed and gently took Master’s cock into my mouth. As I’ve called it before, my adult pacifier.
My pacifier must have worked, the next thing I knew was my watch vibrating on my wrist, my morning alarm. I slipped out of bed and used the toilet, thankful for my new house privileges. Sliding back into bed I cupped Master’s balls in my hand and started licking and sucking Master’s cock. I slid between his legs, where I could watch his face as he woke up, still sucking Master’s cock and cradling his balls. As his cock responded to my oral efforts I saw his eyes start to flutter open and a smile appeared on his face. Once his eyes fully opened and he saw me, his smile got even broader.
Some mornings Master pulls me up to ride his cock, some mornings he rolls over on top of me and fucks me. This morning he fluffed his pillow and laid there watching me lick and suck his cock and balls. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Master’s eyes. A mixture of love, affection and yes, ownership. I was Master’s and neither of us could be happier anywhere else at that moment.
I was showing off for Master, licking, sucking, deep throating, humming, even throwing in a few gags so Master could feel my throat work. The music to my ears was Master’s moan as he filled my mouth with his cum. I showed him the fruits of my labor, swallowed, and licked and sucked Master’s cock clean like a good southern girl.
Master pulled me up into a hug and a kiss. Master tested me, “What are you going to do this morning?”
I answered, “When Master is through with me, I am going to crawl to my room, use the toilet, take my enema, shower, shave, release my enema, do my hair and makeup, pick out a suit for today, take it down to the maid’s closet, and join Master for breakfast.”
Master smiled, “Good girl. Go get started I will meet you for breakfast.”
I smiled at my first “Good girl” of the day, kissed Master, and crawled to my room. Master was already eating breakfast when I got to the kitchen. Master was apparently a cold cereal person. I found a bagel and some yogurt along with a cup of coffee for my breakfast.
Master asked if I knew my schedule for the week and I told him it looked like I could work from home on Tuesday and Thursday if I had a wired ethernet connection. Master said that wouldn’t be a problem and that those two days were perfect. On Thursday I could meet the maid, and on Tuesday I could meet his physical trainer, and start working with him.
I knew about the maid but the trainer was a surprise. Master explained that he had a personal trainer that came in once a week to monitor Master’s progress and work with him on technique and making sure that Master was still on track. That starting on Tuesday Master had asked him to start working with me in Master’s work out room in the basement.
I jokingly asked how sadistic Master’s trainer was, and he smiled and said sadistic enough, he belongs to the same BDSM club as Master and would expect the same obedience that I showed Master.
I asked Master what I should wear, and Master replied that the trainer would be bringing anything I might need, but to greet him in my usual house attire. Thinking for a moment, Master added that went for the maid too.
I’m not sure why I was surprised that I would great the maid and now the trainer naked except for heels, cuffs, collar and plug, but the idea of meeting a sadistic trainer naked and cuffed made my cunt wet.
Master stood to leave and fingered the medallion my chain collar and told me that it should always be under my chin, no more hiding it under my hair. For some reason that made me even more aware that I was now Master’s full time, this was no longer scenes with Master, I was his. The realization made my cunt clench, and I felt the moisture on my upper thigh.
Master gave me a hug, kiss and slap on my butt as he left. I went to the maid’s closet and took off my leather collar, cuffs and house heels. I wore one of my new “right size” bras, suspender hose, blouse with the upper buttons undone, and one of my suits that had been altered to fit tighter and end above my knees. A pair of heels higher than I had ever regularly worn to the office completed my outfit.
Arriving at the office the receptionist gave me a long look over and my clerk commented on how sharp I looked that morning. My coworker stopped by mid-morning. She immediately reached out and touched the medallion on my collar before asking, “Ok, new relationships glow, someone’s initials around your neck, and no longer dressed to hide the bod. Please fill me in.”
I smiled and told her, “I moved in with the grocery delivery guy this weekend.”
She smiled and gave me a high five, “Wow, you southern girls move fast. Congratulations. Is the ring next?”
The question left me speechless. I finally answered, “One step at a time and we are a long way from that.”
But after she left, I was pondering. Would Master ever ask me to marry him? What would I say if he asked? Now it seemed an incomprehensible step in our relationship. He was my Master, and I was his. I finally decided that my answer was right for me too, one step at a time a long way before we considered that option, if we ever do.
Shortly before noon, Master texted me his code for the grocery store and told me to order whatever I wanted to eat this week, that I was now responsible for dinners, whether it be at home or eating out. At lunch I commented about it to my coworker, and she responded, “How domestic.” I thought about that all through lunch and finally decided that I was simply serving my Master by handling things that made his life easier. That decision brought a smile to my face which got another quizzical look from my coworker.
I got home before Master. I changed in the maid’s closet, losing my suit and blouse, gaining cuffs, leather collar, higher heels, but I decided to leave my suspender hose on. Master seemed to like that look.
There was a note on the door to check the office. I crawled there and was surprised to see my desk and chair complete with dildo set up next to Master’s. The internet outlet I needed was there and obviously new.
In the kitchen I realized that the cupboards were bare. Master obviously ate most of his meals at restaurants. I made a list of the bare necessities that a kitchen needed and added a few things for meals that I might make that week. I took my laptop to my desk and hooked it up. Using Masters grocery code, I ordered my list for delivery the next day. When I finished instead of a dollar total there was a note, “Corporate Charge.” Apparently one of Master’s job perks.
I went and found Master’s gym in the basement; it was one of the doors off the dungeon. I thought, “How appropriate.” It seemed well equipped with top of the line elliptical, treadmill, exercise bike, a multi station weight machine, a large selection of free weights and a padded area on the floor. Two walls were mirrors. I noticed there was no dressing room or toilet room.
I was back upstairs when I heard the garage door open. I crawled over to the back door to wait for Master in proper position, kneeling, knees wide apart, hips rotated forward to present my cunt, back straight, shoulders back, fingers interlocked behind my head with elbows back, and eyes down.
I heard the door close and soon saw Master’s shoes in front of me.
“How was your day? Master asked.
Master had told me to look at him when he spoke, so I looked up into his smiling face, “It was good Master. How was yours?
Master replied, “Mine was also very good, we can talk about them over dinner. Are we eating out tonight?”
I had to reply, “Yes, Master. Your cupboard is pretty barren. I have ordered food to be delivered tomorrow, but there was nothing to fix for tonight.”
Master smiled, “Any problems making the order?”
I replied, “No Sir, charged to the corporate account when I used Master’s code. One question Master, what am I to wear when they deliver tomorrow. You know what happened with the last delivery person.”
Master laughed, “I don’t know it seemed to work out pretty well, but we will find something while we are out. Get dressed.”
Seeing Master was going out still in his suit I checked the maid’s closet for something suitable. Master had chosen all the dresses there. They were all short, fingertip or shorter, and either low cut or with the upper buttons removed. I sighed, knowing I had to get used to Master showing me off when we went out. I picked one out, took off my cuffs and leather collar, slipped on the dress and coat and met Master in the car. Not surprisingly we wound up at the restaurant where he was part owner. Also, not surprising Master played with the ball over my clit the entire drive over. I was on edge halfway there.
Master recommended the Monday special, stroganoff and we decided to split an order. Master picked a nice wine to go with it. While we were waiting, I asked Master for a change in my rules. I asked if I could walk instead of crawl when in the house without Master. Master hesitated only for a moment before saying yes, that it made sense, especially with the maid and trainer coming by each week.
I told Master about my reception at the office today. The receptionist noticed the change in my appearance, my clerk commented saying I looked very nice, my coworker handling Master’s medallion, told me I had the new relationship glow, and approved of the new fit of my suits. That got a big smile from Master. I did not tell Master about the question about a ring, I still wasn’t comfortable about that potential issue. Fortunately, the food arrived cutting off any potential follow up questions.
As we were finishing Master said that he had a convention in Las Vegas coming up in two weeks, Thursday through Sunday, and would I like to go? It took me a nanosecond to say yes to a weekend in Vegas with Master. He said he would handle the arrangements.
As we left the restaurant Master stopped at a small shop in the neighborhood, Master reminded me he had agreed to a cover up for greeting people at the door. I saw several very nice coverups, but Master found a piece of lace with satin trim that he liked. Sir had me go to the dressing room and remove my dress and come out for him to take a look. It barely covered my cunt and plunged in the front to the waist belt just covering my nipples, and what it did cover the lace didn’t do much to conceal. Master said “Perfect.” and handed the clerk his credit card.
When we got to Master’s, he told me to change and meet him in the dungeon. When I was ready, I crawled to the dungeon wearing my cuffs, leather collar, heels and plug. I didn’t know what Master had planned, but I was resolved to be Master’s “good girl” and make him proud.
In the dungeon Master was standing by the massage table holding the leather slapper from the previous night. Master helped me onto the table and attached my wrist cuffs to the ankle cuffs, so I was on the table, ass high, tits and face on the table.
I was expecting my butt to explode in pain as Master started my nightly spankings. Instead, I felt the plug being pulled out of my ass and lubed fingers replacing it. Once over the surprise the sensation felt wonderful as Master gently probed and stretched my ring. I was just sinking into the feeling when my butt did explode in pain as Master delivered my twenty swats on each butt cheek in rapid fashion. My butt cheeks were again on fire. As Master finished my butt spankings, I realized my ass was still full of lubed fingers. Which suddenly disappeared.
Master essentially picked me up and placed me back on the table on my back. My wrists were still attached to my ankles but now above me. Master came up by my head and delivered the nightly spankings to my tits spreading the fire to my tits and new pain to my nipples.
Master moved back to the end of the table by my ass, and pulled me down to that end of the table. I felt Master’s cock pushing against my ring and slip inside my ass. Master paused as Sir usually does to allow my ass to adjust to his cock. But suddenly my cunt exploded in pain as Master administered my nightly cunt spankings. By the time I received all twenty my cunt joined my tits and ass being on fire from their spankings.
Then a new sensation. Master started fucking my ass long and slow, then slowly picking up the pace, the depth impact of his hips against my burning butt and his pelvis hard against my burning cunt every time Master bottoms out in my ass. It is an overwhelming mix of sensations: the millions of nerve endings in my ass sending pleasure signals to my brain, the pain from my butt from both the spanking and the impact of his hips, the complete mix of sensations every time his pelvis bumps against my burning cunt. Add to the physical sensations the joy I feel that Master is using me, I am serving Master and pleasing him. The mix of sensations is overwhelming, all I can do is moan in response.
I always said I never come from anal, but whether from anal or the crazy mix of sensations I came, hard. My cunt clenched and ripples ran up and down it. My ass clenched so hard on Master’s cock that I could feel it for three days. I screamed till I was hoarse. My feet cramped. My whole body went rigid and then collapsed.
Master never missed a stroke he fucked me through the most intense orgasm of my life. Just as I was coming down and trying to catch a breath, I felt Master cum deep in my ass. The pulse of every shot in my ass sent a new ripple through my cunt. I think if I had been able, I would have cum again. It was such an exquisite feeling.
Master reached up and released my wrists from my ankles. My arms fell to my side, but Master guided my legs onto his shoulders allowing him to remain deep in my ass. Master was making small movements with his cock, each one sending new ripples through my cunt. He reached two fingers into my cunt with his thumb caressing my clit. I clenched his fingers with my Kegels which brought a smile to Master’s face. Master withdrew his finger, leaned forward and gave me his fingers to lick and suck them clean of my juices.
Master slid out of my ass and helped me off the table, I sank immediately to my knees, not sure if by habit or because I couldn’t stand. All I could think of was Master’s cock. I seized it, took it deep into my mouth savoring the taste as I licked and sucked it clean. Even when spotless I held it sucking gently, exploring every nuance with my tongue.
Master took my leash and I crawled with him upstairs where he again released me to my room to clean up. Once I finished my nightly routine, I crawled to the Master bedroom and joined Master in his bed. I snuggled with Master who gave me a good night kiss and was soon snoring. I laid there awake, my butt, tits and cunt still radiating heat from my spanking, and ripples still occasionally running up and down my cunt. I had never felt so satisfied, satiated, and loved in my life. I leaned up and kissed Master on the cheek and again slid down to take Master’s cock, my pacifier, in my mouth before falling asleep.
I was woken up before my alarm went off by Master’s morning wood. Master was still snoring, but his cock was definitely responding to whatever sweet dreams Sir was having. I took a quick look at my watch, and it was almost wake up time.
I cupped Master’s balls in my hand and started licking and sucking Sir’s growing cock. I don’t think I will ever tire of exploring the contours of my Master’s cock with the tip of my tongue. I felt Master start to respond and stir, his hand stroked my hair then urged me deeper. I started bobbing my head on Master’s cock, taking him to the entry of my throat and sucking harder on Sir’s cock.
Master reached down and pulled me up towards him. I immediately understood what Master wanted and through my leg over his hips and guided Master’s cock into my cunt as I slowly lowered myself onto it. Once I was sitting directly on Master, I started to roll my hips and then added a rocking motion to the roll. When I am riding Master cowgirl style it is fun to play with the feelings in my cunt from the different movements, some of them just hit the right spot, and the movements press against the myriad of nerves at the entrance to my cunt. It is like a guy who knows how to fuck, and does more than the plain in and out. Master is an expert at varying the movements to hit the hot spots in my cunt.
Sometimes Master likes to play with or abuse my tits and nipples but that morning Master just smiled, laid back and watched me fuck myself on his cock. Once I started to reach an edge I started slowly moving up and down adding the feeling of Master’s cock sliding in my tight cunt to the sensations caused by rocking and rolling my hips. The feelings of my cunt still bruised from last night’s spanking as I dropped it onto Master’s pelvic bone, added a masochistic spice to the mix.
Suddenly Master grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto his pelvis and moaned as I felt spasm after spasm in my cunt as Master came hard. Nothing triggers my orgasms like feeling Master cumming in me, no matter which hole Master has chosen. This morning was no difference feeling Master cumming in my cunt sent me over the edge as my cunt seized Master’s cock, holding it as tight as it could, and wave after wave of sensation ran up and down my cunt as every muscle in my body went rigid.
Master used my nipples to pull me down on top of him into a bear hug and a kiss.
I smiled and said, “Good morning Master, sleep well?”
Master smiled, slapped my ass and responded, “I was sleeping quite well until some sex fiend woke me up.”
I slid down Master’s body, sucked his cock into my mouth and licked and sucked Master’s cock and balls clean. As I was still sucking on Master’s cock my mouth was suddenly filled with Master’s acrid piss. I had served Master that way before, but it was a surprise that morning, but I quickly caught up and didn’t spill any onto the sheets. As Master finished, I showed him my last mouthful before swallowing it too.
I crawled to my bedroom and did my normal morning routine, stool, enema, shower, shave, release enema, insert plug, hair, make up, cuffs, collar, and finally heels. I carried one of my shirts downstairs in case there was a Zoom call today. Today, I was working remotely, naked at home. As I hung it in the office, I noticed the cover up Master had purchased for me was laying on my desk.
Master was having his usual bowl of cold cereal. I found a cup of yogurt and made some toast. As I sat down with Master he said, “Several things today. Your grocery order will be delivered this morning. I know the young man who is delivering it, I coached his hockey team for a few years before I hired him. When he gets here, he will call so you can open the garage door for him, it is easier to bring groceries in that way. There is an envelope on the counter with his tip, and my phone number. Be sure to tell him to call me as soon as he leaves. Your trainer will be here today at 5:00, obey him as you would me. He will take some measurements, do a fitness test to establish a baseline and may run you through a workout. Know that he will punish you, with my blessing, if you fail to follow orders or do your best. Finally, once I leave today, you are not required to crawl until my return, unless the trainer tells you to. Any questions?”
I had to ask, “What about workout clothes and shoes? I don’t have any.”
Master smiled, “The trainer has your sizes and will be bringing somethings over from his shop. I know you will be naked as he does measurements, and he may keep you naked during the fitness test. Know that it is his unquestioned decision what, if anything, you wear.
With that, Master got up to leave. He leaned down, kissed me and tweaked both nipples – so hard I moaned into his mouth. Master left with a big smile on his face.
I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and went to my desk. I lowered my cunt onto the dildo on my chair, and hooked up my laptop to the connection Master had installed. I immediately noticed that Master’s net connection was much faster than my apartment’s. I went through the mail and messages and responded where necessary. I had just started working on a brief when my phone rang. It was the groceries.
I slipped on the minimal coverup Master had provided and went to open the garage and back door. The young man came in with the first box of groceries. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that a 20 something Minnesota hockey player was tall, muscular, blonde with deep blue eyes. He was also very polite. I hadn’t been Ma’amed so much since I left the South.
The first box was mostly refrigerator stuff, so I started putting it away as he went to get another box. When he came in behind me as I was putting fruit in the bottom refrigerator drawer he suddenly stopped. I suddenly realized that in my bent over position and the very short cover up the young man was obviously seeing my plug and my naked wet cunt in full glory and technicolor. I stood, turned and took the box from the young man and thanked him, though I couldn’t miss that his pale face was beet red, and he didn’t seem to be breathing.
We stared at each other for a moment before he said, “One more box,” and almost ran out of the house. His color had faded a bit when he brought in the last box.
To try to put him at ease, I asked, “I understand Mr. Andersen coached your hockey team for awhile.”
“Oh yes Ma’am. He was a great coach, and now he is a great boss.” He replied, actually making eye contact again.
I took the envelope from the counter and gave it to him. This is for you, and Mr. Andersen said it is very important that you call him as soon as you leave.
He asked if I needed any help putting things away and seemed relieved when I said “No, I have to figure out where these things go.” He didn’t run out of the house but left quickly.
My breathing had returned to normal by the time I had all the groceries put away. Though I kept thinking how odd it felt to call Master by his actual name.
I spent the rest of the morning finishing my brief. Master called just before lunch to check on me. I told him about the total flash of the deliveryman. Master laughed and said, “Odd, he didn’t mention that when I talked to him. I did warn him that it was inappropriate to discuss you with anyone at the store. He is a good kid and immediately understood.”
Now with a completely stocked cupboard, I had a bowl of soup for lunch. After lunch a client’s information request kept me so busy all afternoon, I was shocked when the doorbell rang at 4:55.
I slipped the coverup on and answered the door for my trainer. Instead of the muscular Norse guy I was expecting for a trainer, he was a bit short and more wiry than muscular. He had a bag with several boxes that he handed to me and made a quick trip back to his car to grab some equipment. I carried the bag of boxes and followed him down to Master’s work out room.
He asked what Mr. Andersen had told me and I repeated back what Master had said at breakfast. He nodded his approval, unbuttoned my cover up and slid it off my shoulders before tossing it onto a bench. He circled me, closely examining my naked body. Finally, back in front of me he said, “Very nice, it is good to have something to work with for a change. Take off the heels and cuffs and step onto the scale.”
For the next fifteen minutes he took measurements and put them into a tablet: neck, chest, waist, thigh, calf, upper arm measurements; height and weight. He never commented and never showed any reactions to any of the measurements. Then he started the fitness tests: modified pushups in a minute – 13, sit-ups in a minute, 16. For the sit-ups my knees were bent and the trainer held my feet in place watching me between my knees.
The final test was a timed quarter mile. He pulled a pair of shoes and anklet socks out of the bag, and a sports bra. The shoes fit perfectly, but when I pulled the sports bra on, I noticed that each cup had an opening for my nipples to stick through. I looked at the trainer and asked him why?
His response was chilling, “You won’t find out today, but the nipples are exposed to attach a device to encourage performance. Please get on the treadmill.”
Once I stepped on the treadmill and it started slowly, and I walked for about five minutes to warm up. The trainer pointed out the two lines on the side rails and explained the treadmill would speed up or slow down to match my pace and keep me between the two lines, so go as fast as you can and still finish a quarter mile. He flipped a switch on the control panel and the treadmill immediately sped up. I settled into a speed I thought I could hold for a quarter mile, though hadn’t run one since high school. I overestimated my ability and almost died before the control panel read 0.25 miles and slowed back down to the walking pace. The trainer read 8.5 minutes on the control panel and entered it in the tablet.
Once I could breathe again, he showed me how to do several exercises on the weight machine, to work my abs, arms, and quads. I ended the workout doing fifteen minutes on the elliptical. The trainer was watching my heart rate monitor on the machine and kept increasing the lift and resistance until he got it up to where he wanted it. After fifteen minutes the resistance dropped automatically, and I did a five minute cool down.
The trainer said one more test and pulled a device out of a box. It had a small rubber bulb on the end of a short tube that was connected to the device. He took out a tube of lube and generously coated the bulb. “Stick this bulb as far up your vagina as you can.”
I started to comment but remembered Master’s orders. I was surprised how wet my cunt was and the bulb went in deep with no issues. The trainer turned the device on, and I felt the bulb inflate a bit in my cunt. He explained, “This is a Kegel perineometer it measures the strength of your kegel muscles. Now clench your Kegels as hard and as long as you can.”
I did, imagining I was squeezing Master’s cock. The trainer made a notation in his notebook without comment. He reached into the bag and brought out a small box. “This is a Kegel trainer, it works with your smart phone. If you use it regularly it can make a noticeable improvement in Kegel strength. It also tells you if you are squeezing the wrong muscles, so read the guide and follow it. I will use my device occasionally to track your progress.
The trainer sat down on the bench and worked on the tablet for a few minutes, then motioned for me to kneel in front of him. Not sure what he wanted I knelt properly, knees spread, hips rotated, shoulders back, back straight, hands interlocked behind my head with elbows back. That got the first smile from the trainer.
He plugged a wrist band into the tablet’s USB port then attached it to my left wrist. “this tells the machine who is using it. Wear it any time you are in this room. Your workouts are automatically recorded on the control computer, so I can track how well you are doing and make corrections if you aren’t doing what I tell you. I will email you your initial workout plan tonight. You are to do the complete workout at least twice before I’m back next week. Push yourself to do your best both times.
“OK, we are about done for today, unless you really want to find out why your nipples are exposed and what happens if you don’t push yourself down here. ”
I couldn’t help myself. “Please show me, it will encourage me to do better.”
The trainer got the sadistic smile I had come to know and pulled another box out of the bag. He hooked a small little control unit on the back neckline of my sportsbra, ran a wire over each shoulder, and clipped a device connected to the wire onto the base of each nipple. It pinched a bit but not really bad at all. I made the mistake of making that comment to the trainer. Suddenly electric shocks were shooting through each nipple.
The trainer smiled and said, “That is first warning level” It was mildly painful, but in an interesting sensation kind of way.
The trainer tweaked the controller again and frequency of the shocks and the strength increased, suddenly more painful than interesting, and the shocks were felt in my breasts in addition to just my nipples
“That is the second warning level. Do you want to feel what happens if that doesn’t get you moving?”
Before I could answer I heard Master’s voice behind me. “Yes, she does.”
The trainer tweaked the controller again and the frequency and intensity jumped again and seemed to engulf my entire breasts. It was only left there for a second or two, but convinced me that I would do whatever was necessary not to the third warning level.
The trainer removed the nipple clamps, but my nipples kept twitching for several more minutes.
Trainer and Master did the guy hug/backslap thing, and I heard Master tell him that he wanted to talk to him. The trainer put his equipment into the bag he had brought my shoes and sports bra in. The Trainer repeated that I would have my workout emailed to me and Master tonight, that I would do the full work out at least twice a week in addition to his visit. He added that the bra was only if I was going to run to work on my quarter mile time.
Master told me to go take a shower and get ready to go out for dinner. I reluctantly said, “Yes Master” and crawled up to my room. I was pissed that Master was getting a complete briefing on my poor physical condition from the trainer. I did an enema just in case Master wanted my ass again tonight, showered, touched up my makeup and brushed out my hair, then put my cuffs, collar and heels back on. I inserted a smaller plug, between Master last night and the plug all day especially during my fitness test, my ass was a bit tender.
When I got back downstairs the trainer was gone. Master told me to get dressed and meet him in the car. All of the dresses in the maid’s room had a couple of things in common, they were form fitting, they were very short, and in some manner were low cut, or had the top few buttons removed. Master had selected each one for the way that it showed off my body. I realized that it was another way that Master told me I was his. I grabbed one and slipped it on and went out to join Master.
As soon as I got in the car Master knew I was upset about something. He shut off the car, turned to me and asked, “What is going on?”
I angrily responded, “I didn’t like you talking to the trainer about me after he got through testing me.”
I saw the sternest face I had ever seen on Master. “In the first place I talked to the trainer about an issue I am having. We did not discuss you at all. My arrangement with the trainer is the only time he and I discuss you is if you are failing to follow the training routine he has set for you. In the second place what is wrong with me talking to the trainer about you? Just so you know I got with this trainer right after my wife died of a cardiac failure that could have been avoided if she was in better physical shape and had her cholesterol in check. I didn’t want that to happen to me, and I don’t want that to happen to you.”
OMG, I royally fucked up this time. I have offended Master and made him mad by falsely accusing him of something he had every right to do in the first place. I did the only thing I as a Southern girl could do, I started crying and apologizing, over and over again. After the fourth apology, I saw Master’s face soften and be replaced with a look of concern.
“It’s OK, It’s OK, I forgive you.” Master kept repeating as he reached over and brushed my cheek, trying to wipe the tears away.
I finally managed to stop crying and I told Master, “I’m sorry. I not only accused you wrongly, but it was for something you had every right to do anyway. I was overreacting to the inspection and test which I found quite humiliating.”
That led to a very quiet trip and dinner. Master didn’t touch me in the car. We hardly spoke at dinner. I made a gesture and rested my hand on Master’s leg on the drive home. Master did not reciprocate.
As soon as we were back in the house Master pulled me into a tight bear hug and asked “I forgive you. Will you please forgive me?”
I started crying again, “Master you have done nothing that needs forgiveness, but if we can put this behind us, Yes, I forgive you, and thank you for forgiving me.”
That led to one of the longest, most passionate kisses Master and I had ever exchanged. We had both feared we had lost the other.
Master asked if I was ready to go upstairs to bed but I said, “No Master. I need you to give me my nightly spankings, you have forgiven me, but I need total absolution of my actions that hurt you through that penance.
Master nodded, “Change in the maid’s closet and go down to the dungeon, I will be there shortly.”
I stepped into the room, removed my dress and put my cuffs and leather collar on before going down to the dungeon. I wasn’t sure what Master wanted so I found a spot under one of the bright lights and knelt there.
Master came down in his kimono style robe. He walked over, leaned down, lifted my chin and kissed me.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Sir asked.
“Yes, Master, I need this.” I replied.
Master took my hand and helped me to my feet, then led me over to the massage table. Where he helped up onto the table on my hands and knees. I heard Master say, “Tits on the table” so I lowered my chest onto the table, keeping my ass high.
I felt Master rub the slapper back and forth across my ass before my right butt cheek exploded in pain, followed closely by my left butt cheek. The blows came one right after each other, not relenting until I had received the allotted 20 per butt cheek. Master had correctly decided that if I needed the spanking, I needed the full experience.
Master helped me roll over onto my back, my burning ass painfully pressing into the tabletop. He walked around to the end where my head was and slid me forward until my head was hanging off the edge. Master opened his robe and gave me his cock. Sir started fucking my mouth going a little deeper each time, but when he reached the entry to my throat just stopped. Leaving his cock deep in my mouth allowing me to suck and caress it with my tongue.
The slap on my right tit came as a total surprise. Master followed it with a smack on my left tit and then a lighter one on my cunt. Master seemed to be hitting the three targets in random order, which made it impossible to anticipate where the slapper would land next. The last slap landed on my cunt, but both tits and my cunt were on fire from Master’s spanking. It is a burning pain, but a pain that somehow transfers and concentrates in my cunt.
When the blows to my tits and cunt stopped Master resumed fucking my mouth, going deeper each stroke till Sir was fucking my throat. It is a mix of intense sensations that multiply each other, suddenly the word synergy, pops into my mind, I don’t recall the exact meaning but it sounds right. My ass, cunt and tits are on fire, my cunt is spasming, clenching at nothing, my tongue is exploring Master’s cock, and I am serving Master.
Suddenly Master is gone, but only for a moment before I’m slid down the table and Sir’s cock slams into my bruised burning cunt. The shock sends me over the edge. I scream, my whole body spasms and cramps, my cunt tries to grab and hold Master, but he keeps fucking me, his pelvis slamming into my bruised cunt on every stroke. How long does an orgasm have to last to be counted as more than one? My cunt never stops spasming, clenching for Master. I finally feel Master drive in deep, swell and pulse after pulse of his orgasm makes my cunt clench even tighter.
Master pulls me upright and towards him. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he carries me over to his chair. His cock still deep in my cunt, but I am sure that my cunt is leaking all over him.
As Master sits in his chair, my knees are on either side of his hips and my calves bent back under my thighs and Master is still deep in my cunt. I slowly rock my hips, grinding my burning cunt on Master pelvis and I still feel Master’s cock moving in my cunt as I do. I remember the trainer, and flex my Kegels as hard as I can, Master groans.
Master pulls me into a deep kiss and when he pulls back asks, “Is that enough penance for full absolution? I answer him with my tongue in his mouth.
Master holds me and tells me, “If something is bothering you, tell me. My mind reading and ability to properly interpret female mood swings is lacking.”
We snuggle for awhile and Master attaches the leash to my collar, and I crawl behind him until he releases me into my room to get ready for bed. Master calls it my room, but all I ever use is the bathroom and the closet, Master has made it clear that my bed is in the appropriately named Master bedroom.
As I’m snuggling tight to Master, my head on his shoulder, my groin grinding on his hip, and my hand cradling Masters balls and stroking his cock I ask, “What am I supposed to wear at the conference in Vegas?”
Master chuckles, “We are going to have to discuss that.”
Master does not elaborate, and I soon hear Sir snoring, as I slip down and take my adult pacifier for the night.
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