From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MRWADE.277 - Her Beginning - Chapter Four (D/s,ritual,M/f)
Date: 14 Oct 1995 08:07:49 GMT
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MRWADE.277 By Master Wade
Her Beginning
Chapter Four
After resting, Master and slave showered together. Finding
the Cuban girl's naked and wet body exciting him, her Master
pushed her against the shower wall and took her roughly from
behind with the ferocity of a rape, his fist holding a handful of
her long dark hair, his other hand full of tit which he squeezed
mercilessly. He slammed himself into her, and when he had poured
yet another load of Master cum into her, he turned her to him and
kissed her mouth hard under the biting sting of the shower.
"Master?", the slavegirl said, as she dropped the hem of her
skirt, letting it fall to cover her stockinged legs. Her breasts
were still bare, and he stared at them.
"Yes, little piece?", he replied, watching her.
"This is better than I thought it would be. I am a very happy
girl." She held her hands in front of her at her waist, her legs
slightly apart, the red high heels making the calves look
wonderfully firm and tight. Her hair was dry now, and there was
fresh Maria on her lips. The nipples were firm and tight.
"This is just the beginning for you, tit girl," he said,
reminding her that she was fully clothed except for the top part
of her body. He saw her smile slightly.
"I know, Master. My training really begins now, doesn't it?"
"Yes. You come to me as a virgin in many ways. In most ways,
in fact. And I am claiming those other ways as my own as well. It
will be as if you have never fucked before. You are a little girl
slave girl piece who comes to your Master to learn to be a
pleasing girl to men and women."
"And my son, Master? Is he to become the product of a virgin
birth?" Her humor and the Spanish accent pleased him, and she
knew it did.
"We shall refer to that as a result of artificial
insemination, my little comedian with the round breasts," Master
Wade said.
"Ahhhh, and so it was, my handsome Master. And I am to have
many more such artificial inseminations in the days to come, am I
not?"
"Without a doubt, my little cum eater." The slavegirl
smiled.
"Master?", she asked, looking down at her fingertips.
"Yes, precious?"
"Make me into the best slave I can be. Please?"
"I will. The very best."
"I want that very much, Master. And not only in sexual ways.
Make me obey you and honor you in every way and always. I need
your discipline, Master."
"You have disobeyed me in the past, haven't you?"
"Yes, Master. I am sometimes a stubborn girl."
"You want the punishment now, don't you?"
"No, Master. I had hoped you would forget those times."
"Did I tell you that I would forget them?"
"No, Master."
"Didn't I say that you would be held accountable for them?"
"Yes, Master."
"Perhaps you would prefer that I set a date of next Tuesday
as the time for you to recieve your punishement."
"Next year would be nice, Master," she said, failing this
time to humor him.
Master Wade rose from his chair and took wrist cuffs from his
leather bag. He walked to the girl and began placing them on her
small wrists. The black leather cuffs with chrome d-rings looked
good on her arms. He took the leather collar from the dresser and
placed it back around her neck.
"Master, I'm very sorry that I disobeyed you," the girl said,
her voice soft. She trembled slightly, unsure about what was
happening to her.
"I know," was his only reply as he tied lengths of nylon rope
through the d-rings on the wrist cuffs. When he had done this,
Master Wade took ankle cuffs from the bag and placed them on the
girl's ankles. She stood quietly, accepting this from him, her
breasts still bare, the nipples hard as stones.
"I haven't done those things again, Master," she said,
pleading her case, but knowing that nothing would stop him. It was
only mercy she sought.
Master Wade led Maria out of the bedroom and into the
living room of the suite. He positioned her so that she was
facing the dining table and tied her ankles to the table legs,
helping her to step widely apart so that he could draw the ropes
up smartly. The skirt stetched against her thighs and rode up to
reveal more of her beautiful legs. He ran his hand up one leg to
her crotch and wiped his fingers through it, feeling wetness
behind the silky fabric.
"Bend over," he said, taking the ropes which were attached to
the wrist cuffs in his hands and walking to the other end of the
table. The slave bent forward until her breasts were pressed
against the cold table top as her Master tied each rope to the
other two legs of the table.
"I love you, Master," she said, her voice showing fear of
what he was going to do to her. She raised her head to watch him
walk back into the bedroom, knowing that he had gone to get the
leather paddle which he had often spoken of, but which she had
never seen before. He came back in, carrying it, and her eyes
grew wide as she saw it's length and the thickness of the wide
leather straps which extended from the stag handle. "Master, I'm
really soooo sorry," she said, whimpering slightly as he moved
behind her and began raising her skirt to her waist.
Master Wade tucked the hem of the skirt into the slavegirl's
waistband, so as to completely bare her ass and the rest of her
thighs to him. He took the top of her panties in his hands and
slid them almost to her knees, smiling as they stretched tightly
between her legs, and as he saw the damp stain her leaking hole
had made on them. He caressed her ass cheeks and ran his fingers
through her sex once more.
"Fuck me, Master, please," the girl said, moving her ass
sexily, hoping yet to change his mind, and also needing just what
she asked for.
"Do you know the ways you disobeyed me, my Cuban whore?", he
asked, fingering her pussy.
"Yes, Master. I know."
"Tell them to me," he said, removing his fingers from her and
wiping the cunt juice on the girl's naked ass.
The slavegirl recounted one of her failures, avoiding any
attempt at justifying her actions.
"And this is something that my slave will never do again, is
it not?", he asked, his voice firm and strong.
"Never, Master. I will never do that again, I promise,
Master!"
The paddle landed hard on the girl's right buttocks, the
sound of leather hitting girl ass filling the otherwise quiet
room.
"Ohhhhh!!", she cried out, turning her head back toward him,
trying to see the paddle. She saw the arm come back again and was
beginning to ask for him not to hit her with it again when it
landed a second time, this time on the other cheek, just as
forcefully as the first.
Picking up the pace, the girl's Master paddled the slave,
making her cry out with each landing of the wide leather on her
naked skin. Four, five, six times the paddle struck her, then
seven, eight, nine, ten.
"How else did you disobey your Master?", he asked, pausing to
hear her voice and to finger fuck her some more.
Her answer came in a flurry of words. Her hips burned hotly
and there were tears on her cheeks. She pleaded, but the paddling
began again, the force even and the same as before, the count
rising until it reached ten yet another time.
There were more confessions and more paddlings, and finally,
when all had been accounted for, Master Wade quickly untied her
and guided her to the couch where he pulled her down beside him
and held her in his arms. She sobbed against his chest, as he ran
his fingers through her beautiful long hair and kissed the top of
her head.
"I love you, my precious slavegirl," he said, softly, his own
eyes brimmed with tears. "Are you my girl?"
"Yes, Master," she said, softly, her voice still trembling
and choked with tears.
"Was I unfair or too severe in my punishment of you?", he
asked, holding her more tightly.
"No, Master. I was a bad slave, and deserved your
punishment."
"And now you begin again, cleansed of your failures as my
slave. And you will obey me and do those things which you know are
pleasing to your Master, won't you?"
"Yes, Master. I will."
"I know you will," he said, kissing her again.
"Master?", she asked, quietly, the tears ending.
"Yes?"
"Thank you for punishing your girl."
Master Wade lifted the beautiful Cuban girl's head and kissed
her mouth softly for a very long time. Then, laying her back on
the couch, and raising one of her legs to place it's ankle on the
back of the couch, he opened his fly and put his member inside her
once more, taking her slowly and deeply, yet another time.
Continued in MRWADE.278....