From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Her Master's Desires MMf, mdom, bdsm, cons)
Date: 23 Jan 1996 23:56:45 GMT

			 Her Master's Desires

	The phone conversation had been short but the message had been
interesting enough to get her warmed up. Her Master was bringing a
friend, a stranger to her, home to share their play tonight. She hoped
her hardening nipples did not show through her blouse or that anyone
guessed she was getting wet between her legs. Her Master was bringing
someone new for her o satisfy along with him. She wondered all day
about what he would have her do, what they would do to her that night.

	She arrived home early and undressed, waiting as directed in
the play room. The play room was a sizeable, well heated room of
mats, leather padded furniture, and various kinds of toys used for the
pleasure they sought. The girl had served many men and women in this
room and had endured much pleasure and pleasure/pain. Each time it was
different as each of life's experiences are different for those who
know where to look and how to look.

	The girl sat in the dimly lit room, the light of candles
playing across her taught, strong body, clothed only in a thin gold
chain around her waist. She waited with anticipation and was tempted
to touch herself, to rub her clit and pinch her nipples as she waited
for the men. She did so momentarily but remembered that her pleasure
was greatest when she waited to take her pleasure at her Master's
hands and under his knowledge.

	The men arrived on time and entered the playroom accompanied
by the music and the candlelight. She knew to greet the Stranger and
she went to him, looking into his eyes and running her fingers up and
down his chest. She licked his nipples and then kissed him softly.
Then she looked to her Master who smiled warmly and motioned toward
the wall.

	They stood the Stranger against the warm, padded wall and
placed his wrists in leather thongs firmly attached to the wall. His
arms were now held above his head.

	She looked again to the Master who smiled, looked down at the
man's semi- erect cock and then to the Girl. "Make him feel
excruciating pleasure while I watch. Make him beg for release. Serve
him well and I will be pleasured also."

	She began by pressing her nude body against his, close against
the wall. Licking and nibbling his neck and shoulders as her hard
breasts brushed against his chest. She leaned forward and bit his ears
and kissed him hard and long on the mouth. Her tongue let him know its
skill and what it would do to him shortly. The Girl moved slowly
downward, licking his chest and biting his nipples as she dropped to
her knees. By the time she reached his cock he was almost hard.

	Her tongue ran up and down the underside, and then the other
surfaces of his warm rod. She looked up at him and saw his approval
and then over to her Master, who was slowly stroking his cock in
voyeuristic delight. She held the cock tightly in her hand and began
to slurp and suck just the head, being careful not to go any further.
Her tongue licked the tiny slit at the end and traced invisible wet
lines around the edge.

	She looked up at him again and saw the pleasure building in
his face.

	The Girl took his cock in her mouth and began to suck in
earnest. Slow strokes taking more and more of his warm rod into her
mouth, lips holding and caressing him. Saliva building until slurping
and sucking sounds could be heard clearly above the quiet background
music.

	The Stranger was very high now and after looking into his
glazed eyes again, she began to deep throat him. Hers was a
communication with her subject with his eyes and the tremors through
his body telling her much about what he felt and what he needed for
his satisfaction.

	The Master watched all of this with a smile, applying oil to
his cock and continuing to stroke its full length, slowly but without
ever stopping. The clue, he had learned long ago, was to escalate
pleasure until it is pain or almost so, and not to let the subject
decide when he or she receive relief. Another must do that. He had
taught her how to do that to men; how to make herself a true
instrument of pleasure. She would do that for this man and later they
would both do the same to her, in the ways she needed.

	He gained satisfaction not just in teaching her and deriving
pleasure from her, but in watching her pleasure others. So many men
are only boys, still making snide remarks among themselves about what
they had experienced the night before or drooling over crass girly
magazines. For them sex was still dirty, something of the schoolyard
even though they might be decades older. For him, and for the Girl,
pleasure was life, a continuing work of art, an expansion of the mind
and senses to offset the foolishness of day to day existence.

	And as he watched hew realized all over again what an artist
she was. Watching her was like watching a great dancer. Her lips and
mouth on his cock, the expressions on her face, the careful movement
of hands and fingers. She knew how to play men like instruments. He
saw the strong muscles of her back and legs and the long dark hair
down her back. He heard the smacking and slurping sounds as she sucked
this man into oblivion and it was more enticing than most music.
Months before he had had a video camera system installed in the play
room. Everything they all did that night would be recorded and at
another time she would suck him while he watched it all over again.

	Now she was stroking his cock long and hard while she licked
his balls. The Stranger was showing signs of losing control and she
must watch him closely as he neared his point of saturation. She
stopped, looked up into his eyes and clamped her strong fingers around
the base of his cock. The Stranger cringed and begged her not to stop.
The Master smiled as she looked to him. After the Stranger had cooled
down a bit she sat back on her haunches and began to slowly finger
herself as he watched. She looked directly into his eyes as she worked
herself. He squirmed, unable to finish himself off.

	Finally she leaned forward again and began sucking him again.
Her mouth met the contours of his rock hard penis, tonguing the
sensitive spots, letting him feel her throat and then stopping again
when he got too close.

	Then she sat back again and ran two fingers against her clit
and into her vagina for his and her Master's enjoyment. She looked at
her Master who had been stroking himself and maintaining control
throughout. She wondered what he would do. When the Stranger came
would we walk the two steps over, bear her face before him and come on
it?

	She turned her attention back to the Stranger who was rapidly
crossing the border between pleasure/pleasure and pleasure/pain.
Nothing she had done was painful in the usual sense of the word, quite
the opposite. But she knew how to prevent him from gaining his release
and that was causing him much distress and the tension built in his
balls and cock, in his heart and lungs and in his legs. He could not
be still now and the Master warned him that if he were not still he
would never order her to finish him off.

	The ceremony had gone on for an hour now. The Stranger was
holding in place but was shaking and crying in pleasure/pain. She was
especially hot to him now, asking him in a soft voice if he wanted to
come on her. Blowing hot breath against his cock and balls. Slurping
loudly as she sucked him and licking his balls as she deep throated
him and buried her nose in his pubic hair at the end of a long slow
stroke.

	Out of the corner of her eye she saw her Master nod slightly
in signal.

	She reached behind him and stuck a wetted finger in the
Stranger ass and quickly inserted it up to the second knuckle. She
began to stroke his cock swiftly in tip to base strokes, the wet cock
making shlapp! sounds each time she did so. The Stranger shook even
more now, so much so that she thought he might pass out. And then he
began to thrash about wildly in his bonds and scream. heading snapping
to and fro.

	His cock had been pointed slightly upward and the cum which
had been building up in larger and larger quantities during his ordeal
suddenly spurted in gobs across the gap to her neck, breasts and chin.
As soon as the first spurt was out she devoured him quickly, buried
his quivering rod in her mouth and then her throat. Sucking him hard
and long until he was dry... and still. The Stranger cried in relief.
The Master still stood, muscles distended but still in control of
himself, and the performance.

	After a period of time the Stranger had regained some measure
of composure and was released from his bonds. No sooner had he been
released than the Master supervised the Girl's tying.

	Using the same leather thongs attached to the wall she was
positioned almost standing with her hands spread against the wall and
her legs spread as well. Among policemen the world over this is
commonly know as "the position" subjects assume against a wall while
they are searched. Facing a wall, the individual is bent slightly with
legs spread and hands spread flat and apart on the wall. Only the
Girl's hands were tied to the wall and the position ensured that
although her legs were not tied, she had very limited freedom of
movement.

	The Stranger knelt between her legs now in front of her, his
back to the wall and began to eat her. Soon she would find one of the
reasons why the Master had brought this particular man along tonight.
He could do to her what she had just done to him... and with equal
skill.

	He licked her slit and sucked roughly on her clit as a finger
was inserted inside her. After a period of watching the Master
approached and stuck one of his fingers into her ass and fucked her
with his finger as she squirmed against her bonds.

	The Master moved to her side and pulled gently on her nipple
rings and then took two pieces of twine and tied them to the rings.
The lines were then run to the wall through two separate rings
attached to the wall. At the end of each line the Master tied a small
weight. A small lead weight like a fishing sinker, except these were
encased in black velvet. In this way, there would be a constant tug on
her nipples and if she moved sharply the weights would be pulled and
bounce and tug a bit more. They would be like two extra hands pinching
her nipples as the Master used his own hands elsewhere.

	The Stranger ministrations and the weights on her nipples had
placed the girl in a state of escalating pleasure, frustrated by the
position which prevented her from moving too much and posed a
challenge to her strong back and legs. Both the Stranger and the
Master were enjoying watching her squirm and watching her fine muscles
stand out against the tension of her position.

	The Master began to softly stroke her ass and back, massaging
the well toned and tanned muscles, fingering her anus.

	And then he slapped her across the ass. Smoothing her ass and
then, slap! And again, slap! Now she had to contend with real
pleasure/pain. The expert tongue on her cunt and a finger exploring
her vagina. The weights on her nipples and now her Master's spanking.
He continued until her ass was red.

	He then began to lick it. Slowly all over. The cheeks, her
anus, everything. She had to continue squirming being probed and
worked on all sides. And then she felt the soft tip of her Master
large cock at the entrance of her vagina. A second later he had sunk
into her up to his balls. She was suddenly filled. She felt his
strong legs against the back of hers.

	The passion that had built in him as he had watched her suck
the Stranger and as he had watched the Stranger cause her to squirm in
her bonds was now directed through his fucking. He slid in and out of
her with long strokes while the Stranger continued the dance of his
tongue on her clit and the weights pulled on her nipples.

	The Master reached around and forward and taking the placed of
the weights, took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed hard.
She inhaled sharply. He continued fucking her hard and fast. The room
filled with their animal sounds. She came again and again and she knew
that her pressure would be that the Master might not let her rest,
that he would keep her coming until she collapsed against the wall or
until he was ready to satisfy himself.

	They continued, the three of them as the perspiration ran down
her lovely muscled back and as her juices ran down her legs and over
the Stranger's face. Sweat had broken out on her brow and the salty
liquid stung her eyes as it dripped down her face. She sounded like an
animal in heat, breathing like a marathon runner. The sensations came
from her cunt, her nipples and her clit and there was also the strain
from her legs and back which had been building from the position they
were in.

	The Master motioned to the Stranger to pick up the dildo
nearby and the plastic cock replaced the real one as the Master stood
back momentarily. The Stranger was now running the dildo in and out of
her as he licked her clit. The Master poised himself and placed his
cock at her ass. Slowly he entered her and when he had done so he
moved his hips in a rotating motion along with the penetrations and
withdrawals. The tightness was what he wanted and as he reached
forward again to pinch her nipples he could feel the cum flowing from
his balls, finally being welcomed by his self control.

	She was coming again and he decided to join her. Grunted and
burying his face in her wet back, he came in her ass as she bucked
violently against him. Their screams came in unison and her body
tensed once more.

	Bonds released, the three lay on the mat like athletes just
having completed a hard one game. Panting, in a pile and slumped
against each other to take in the smells and tastes and each others
warmth.