From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Master Speaks (Mf, mdom)
Date: 21 Apr 1996 17:35:45 GMT

				Master

	Who knows what...

	I don't know what I'm doing here. I really don't know at all.
But I said that I'd do this, and now I'm committed. Nothing I can do
about it, because I have this stupid sense of values. If I say yes, I
will, I'll do it no matter what. Stupid. But there isn't much I can do
about it now, so I'd better make the most of it.

	I looked up at the secretary once more. Still not ready for
me. I felt so nervous, not knowing what this really was about, but
having the feeling that I wasn't going to like what it was. Jason had
that look about him when he told me that I had an assignment... big
bucks, and he'd cancel out any debts that I had to him, if I'd just do
this one assignment for him. Okay, so it was probably some old goat
eager to get his rocks off without having to worry about the person
with whom he was doing it. I could handle that. To get out from under
Jason's thumbs without my family knowing I'd been gambling again; I'd
do a lot for that.

	The secretary cleared her throat and motioned to me. "you may
go in now, Miss Slatter." She smiled a mechanical secretary's smile at
me and stood up to open the door. I walked through, and she closed the
door behind me.

	The room was dark, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust.
"Welcome, Miss Slatter, or may I call you Lynn?" The voice was soft,
smooth, and very deep.

	If the body went with the voice, this might not be as bad as I
thought. I turned to where I thought the voice was and gasped. Seated
in a plush armchair was a man of perhaps 35, his hair dark dark brown,
and his eyes a most disconcerting shade of almost blue-violet.
Devastatingly handsome and young; not at all the kind of man I had
expected.

	"P-please, call me Lynn," I stammered.

	"And you may call me... Master." He smiled at me, and I felt
goosebumps running up and down my spine.

	"M-master?" I repeated.

	"Yes. Did Jason tell you nothing?"

	"Nothing." I repeated the word.

	"Maybe it's best that way." He stood up, and I saw how much he
towered over me. "It is fitting that one who was in debt to him should
fit so perfectly with what I needed. Your debts to him will be
cancelled out just as his will be to me... if, that is, you are truly
satisfactory. How much are you willing to do to cancel out that debt?"

	I stared at him, feeling fear for the first time. "I don't...
I don't like pain, sir -"

	"Master," he chided me gently.

	"Master." The word felt strange in my mouth, but oddly fitting
of this man. "I'm willing to do a lot, almost anything, but everyone
has limits, right?" I shrugged trying to make light of a situation
that was confusing me more and more by the moment.

	"Indeed. And I will not push you past your limits, Lynn. Just
remember that you yourself may not realize just what those limits
are."

	He smiled at me then turned and opened a door I hadn't noticed
before. He gestured for me to enter. I walked through the door and
gasped once more. The room was done in black and red, and seemed to be
a hedonist's dream. The center of the room contained a large round
bed. Next to that was a jacuzzi. On the far wall was a curtain, and
this is where he headed. "Come here, Lynn," he commanded.

	I walked over to stand next to him. He pulled the curtain, and
revealed what was behind it. I cried out in fright, and tried to run,
but he was too fast for me. He grabbed me, not ungently, and enfolded
me into his arms. "Nothing that you can't handle, little one, remember
that. But *I* will decide what you can handle." I felt the snap of
metal on my wrists, and whimpered. I looked down to see cold steel
manacles on me.

	"Please, please don't do this!" I cried out.

	"Your debt will be paid, Lynn, and you will experience greater
pleasure than you though possible."

	He led me to a device that looked somewhat like a crucifix,
tying me to it. My arms were spread wide. My legs were free, but it
did me no good. He reached around me and began undoing my blouse.
Though I struggled, it was to no avail. Soon he had me completely
naked. I felt his stare on me. I shivered, and it wasn't just from the
cold. I couldn't believe it, but not only was I scared - I was
beginning to get aroused.

	"You will find, Lynn, that there is a part of you that wants
to have someone else take complete control. I have studied you since
Jason told me about you. I am the perfect Master for you. You are the
perfect slave for me. Remember always that I care for you. I don't
like pain either. I won't subject you to more than you can handle,
more than you need." With that, I felt soft cloth against my cheek,
over my eyes, and found myself blindfolded. Next, I felt something
soft against my back, moving down over my buttocks to my legs, down to
my feet, then all the way back up to my neck. The sensation was
ticklish and yet very erotic. Down again, and this time there were
light tapping sensations along my skin. It didn't hurt, not at all...
but it was very arousing.

	"Your skin is very beautiful, very soft, Lynn, and it looks
beautiful with the healthy glow of the blood coming to the surface."
His tappings ranged out along my skin, until he had covered my entire
back and legs. With each pass, the taps got a little more firm. Never
was there any pain at all, just pressure, and incredible arousal. When
he stopped, I almost cried out in disappointment, and he laughed.
"Yes, this is what you've been aching for. This is what you need, my
beautiful slave. Don't you?"

	I didn't say anything.

	"Don't you, slave?" This time I felt the lightest of slaps
against my buttocks. When I said nothing, the slap was slightly
harder, stinging.

	"Hey!"

	"Say it, Lynn."

	"Y-yes, yes, it's what I want." I was almost ashamed, but the
words were true.

	"Good, very good." I felt the platform I was on moving, and
suddenly found myself suspended in the air, my legs wide spread.
Shackles were attached to my legs. I was spread eagled, helpless...
and wet, oh so wet... I felt something soft against my inner thighs
and gasped as I realized that it was a tongue.

	"I love sex, Lynn," I heard him say in between licks. "and you
and I are going to explore sex... every facet of it. I love to eat a
woman, to be eaten, to fuck for hours, every hole that a woman has. I
am going to do that to you, my slave. And you, you are going to love
it. Every position, every way I can think of, I am going to have you.
When I am through with you, your whole body will be sticky with cum.
You will not ever be able to forget the taste of me; it will become a
part of you."

	His words ceased, and I cried out as his tongue entered me,
fucking me, then moved up to my clit. He flicked his tongue up and
down, completely soaking me, moving from my clit to my ass hole and
back again. When I began to quiver, I felt him move away, and cried
out. "Beg for it, slave."

	"Please, oh please!" I cried out in delirium.

	"What do you want?"

	By this time I was ready to do anything for him, just to feel
that marvelous tongue licking me once more. "anything you want to do
to me,just make me cum, please!"

	"Ah, but before you cum, you must first make me cum, slave."
With that, I felt him ram his full length into me. He was big, and I
screamed at the sudden fullness. "Make me cum, slave. Come on, Lynn,
make me cum." I felt him behind me, stuffed into me, leaning against
me.

	Awkwardly, and then with more force, I began moving against
him, pushing him away, then moving back and pushing into him once
more. I felt him start to move forcefully within me once more, and
grunted in triumph. His pace quickened, and I heard him grunting.
"That's good, Lynn, so good." Now he was pounding into me, almost
hurting me with his strokes. And then, and then I felt him expand
within me, heard him crying out his relief. His cum, hot and sticky,
boiled into me. It seemed like gallons... and I groaned in response.

	"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh... very very good."

	I heard the words whispered in my ear as he leaned on me.
Slowly he pulled out of me, and I felt him kneeling to undo the ankle
restraints. Next came the wrist restraints, and I even felt him
rubbing the soreness from my wrists. He led me until I felt something
bump against my legs. He sat me down, then removed the blindfold. I
was on the bed.

	"Now it's your turn, Lynn." He pushed me down onto the bed and
opened my legs. His fingers found my clit and he began playing with
it. As soon as I began moving against him, he stopped. "Your turn.
Make yourself cum, Lynn." He took my hand, wet my finger with his
mouth, and put it between my legs.

	I was so turned on that I had no thought of resisting. My
finger began gliding over my clit, rubbing it in circles. My legs were
open wide, the knees bent, and he watched me closely. I was already so
close that it didn't take too long. Soon I was moaning incoherently.
My legs were shaking, and then, oh, yes! Then I was cumming, my
muscles contracting, my pussy spasming... and he smiled at me. His
fingers pushed inside of me to make it even better, fucking me with
his fingers until the contractions subsided...

	"Thank me for it, Lynn... as a good slave should."

	I looked at him, my eyes shimmering with tears. Never had I
felt anything quite like what he'd put me through today. "Th-thank
you," I stammered. "Thank you, Master."

	He put one hand on either side of my head, pulled me forward,
and kissed me on the forehead. "That is your first lesson, my Lynn.
You will come here next week at the same time, and every week
thereafter." He smiled at me and picked something up off the bed. It
was a thin gold chain. He put it around my neck. "Wear this always. It
proves you belong to me." He kissed my forehead again, then helped me
to dress. When I was somewhat composed, he led me out to the office.
"Until next week," he whispered as I walked out of the door.