A Story For Mister Ch. 03

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…The next morning, after their very first night together; they slept in, relishing one another’s company, lazing in bed until it was almost embarrassingly late in the day. He arose only to cook her breakfast, (which technically could have been lunch), after which they spent the day wandering the city, window shopping, and laughing uncontrollably at the cheesy jokes and bad puns which they both seemed to rattle off effortlessly. As he teased her affectionately and she punched him lightly in the arm, Kate realized she was in awe of this man. She was in awe of the fact that they could be so normal, out in the world together. In awe of the fact he was the same man who forced her down mere hours before, who fucked her more brutally than she thought she would ever possibly enjoy.

They must have been quite a sight, walking down the crowded city streets. Him, tall, dark and broad shouldered, with a chiseled face and cool demeanor; and she, the perfect compliment on his arm. Not arm candy, but something much more. Blonde and statuesque, with delicate features and a coy smile, she radiated confidence. She was visibly younger than he was, but not to the point that anyone would mistake him for being her father. They looked like the perfect couple, tall and successful; handsome and beautiful and laughing. People stared. Neither one of them seemed to notice. In a city of millions, they were alone.

After that very first night, Kate and Brian both knew it. It was undeniable, and obvious that they knew that this was it. Obvious that they had each found their corresponding other half, that elusive missing piece of your soul… the one that fits you in ways you never thought anyone could.

Brian knew Kate’s needs, and understood her desires, better than she knew her own. He could feel them inside her, and see them in her emerald eyes. He was the only man who had ever comprehended her intense need to be dominated, and was the same man who awoke that need within her. She had never opened herself up like this to anyone before, and they both relished in that fact. He taught her, trained her, and was patient and caring. In return, she gave him everything. Her heart, her body, her soul. And eventually, her freedom.

He trained her very quickly over the coming months, rarely having to discipline her, as she was a very obedient slut. He made sure to tell her that, each time, after he finished using her. Leaving her dizzy and exhausted and full of his cum, he would stroke her hair, hold her, and tell her what a good girl she was. How much she pleased him.

Their relationship became full of intriguing paradoxes. Kate loved being adored nearly as much as she loved being abused by him. Brian felt protective of her. Possessive. Proud. He wanted her to feel as if she were on a pedestal, except for when he felt like hurting her. Except for when he wanted her to be his little whore to punish, except for when he would completely exercise his power over her. She was strong and feisty, had a high threshold for pain and a strong desire to please him. But he was stronger. There were nights when he had Kate reduced to a quivering, whimpering little slut, begging for him to allow her to orgasm. She would look up at him with her big green eyes, disheveled and usually dripping with his cum. Even still she was beautiful, and he found it hard to deny her.

No matter what he did or said to her, no matter now degrading, no matter how red the welts were from his firm hand, no matter how roughly and viciously he fucked her, she always felt adored. She wasn’t sure if it was despite these things or because of them.

Months had passed since their meeting, yet it seemed like only days ago.

She awoke in his bed with him on the first day of spring. He was still fast asleep next to her. Kate admired his handsome face, nestled peacefully amongst the down-filled duvet and over-sized pillows.

She realized what she was still wearing and a smile crept across her face as she recalled the previous evening’s events. She was blissfully happy.

——

They had company over for dinner; a few of his friends, most with girlfriends or fiancees in tow. That afternoon they seemed like any other couple getting ready to throw a dinner party. Except for the fact that Kate sauntered through the condo, dressed only in a black bustier, little booty shorts and impossibly sexy stiletto heels as she helped him cook and prepare the meal. She wasn’t instructed to be clothed until only minutes before the guests arrived. Although she would have loved to see the look on their faces if she answered the door in her current attire.

She had not yet met his friends; and was introduced as they arrived one by one; under the pretense of ‘girlfriend’, which wasn’t entirely a lie. She wasn’t sure she was ready for anyone else but him to know what she really was. His adoring slut. While his friends seemed very accepting and friendly, she wondered what they must think kaynarca escort of her. Some little blonde twinkie, 13 years younger than he. Disgraceful. However, first impressions were quickly shattered.

Brian appeared proud as he watched her. Kate felt she was in her element; recalling her days as a bartender as she played hostess to his friends, mixing up a few dirty martinis for their guests, cracking jokes, at times being mildly flirtatious, even with their girlfriends. She locked eyes with his friend Johnathan as she continued to shake up a cosmopolitan for his girlfriend, Nicole. She had caught him staring at her tits, which were not obscenely exposed, but showing enough cleavage to make a slight jiggle as she shook the pink concoction. She was used to these little indiscretions, however this time felt different. Although she felt as if she was on display, it was not in that usual ‘piece of meat’ sort of way, as she often felt back in her days behind the bar. It was thrilling. She felt as if she was on display to please his friends, because he wanted her to be. Jonathan stared back into her eyes, giving her a slight look of embarrassment that he had been caught, but she knew it was more than that. She could see in his eyes that he was imagining what it would be like to fuck her. He was putting on the look as a ruse to his lustful stare.

“Kate, I need your help with something, hun.” She heard Brian’s voice call to her from the kitchen, a perfect cue for her to excuse herself.

Kate presented dark-haired Nicole (blissfully unaware of her boyfriend’s wandering eyes) her Cosmo with a smile, and strutted away. She could feel Jonathan’s eyes on ass as she walked towards the kitchen.

It was there that she and Brian shared a final moment alone before they were to serve dinner. Safely out of the view of their guests, he pushed his weight against her, forcing her up against the wall. His strong hand wrapped around her throat. He didn’t squeeze, as she expected him to; but stroked it lovingly.

“My gorgeous slut. What an impression you’re making on everyone. Such a good little girl. I think even their girlfriends want you. Such a perfect little slut.” He continued stroking her, as he whispered into her ear. “You’re lucky I’m so possessive of you, or I might be inclined to share.”

He suddenly gripped her tighter, his voice becoming a growl. “I want to throw you to your knees right now. But, we will have to wait until our company leaves, then I expect that you shall service me properly, slut. “

“Yes. Of course, Sir. I look forward to it.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t have to wait until they leave. If I wanted you to, I know you would make me come right here and now, if I told you to, wouldn’t you, slut?”

“Yes- er, Yes, Sir.” She was visibly startled by the question.

“Even with the risk that anyone could walk in at any moment and see you there, down on your knees like a whore?”

Kate answered reluctantly, unsure of what she was getting herself into.

“Yes. Sir, I would hold your delicious cum in my mouth until you allow me to drink it.”

“Mmm, very good pet. I like the thought of you smiling and nodding to my guests as you serve them dinner, unable to speak through your mouthful of cum.”

Was he really going to make her do that? She wondered.

“We will save that for another night, pet. But, it was a very good answer.” She smiled, and was surprised to recognize her emotion was not one of relief, but disappointment.

She found herself craving his cum as they shared an unbroken gaze for nearly the entirety of dinner. Company couldn’t leave fast enough. When he was sure no one was watching, he would mouth out words to her. Silently degrading her in the presence of his friends. Slut. Fucktoy. Mine.

Minutes felt like hours as she anticipated his cock inside her, in her mouth, in her cunt and her ass. Wherever he chose, she would welcome it.

One by one the guests finally left.

Kate felt her pussy dripping wet through the small triangle of fabric that covered the lips. She cleared dishes and began to straighten up the kitchen, but all she could think about was being fucked. She could still picture him from across the table, silently calling her all the names he knew sent shivers through her body and caused her clit to pulse.

He peered into the kitchen and admired his beautiful little sub girl as she cleaned. From the living room he observed her, and she could feel his gaze. He called over to her and ordered her to undress for him. Kate slowly removed her skirt, and unbuttoned her shirt to reveal different lingerie than before; an innocent looking white push-up bra and a white g-string, which tied shut at each hip. It was a change from the slutty black number she had on earlier.

“Kneel for me, slut”.

She did as she was told, and knelt on the cold ceramic of the tiled floor. She lowered her head and placed her clasped küçükyalı escort hands at the small of her back. He walked slowly to the doorway of the kitchen.

“Who are you trying to fool in those white underwear? Trying to look innocent. It certainly better not be me, pet, because you know I am the only one who truly understands what a little whore you really are. Take them off.”

Kate’s cheeks burned at his words as she followed his order. She unclasped her bra and her tits tumbled out. She then grabbed the ties on each side of her panties. These allowed her to remove them without having to break the kneeling pose she held in front of him. She was turned on, but wondered if she had done something wrong. He didn’t usually speak to her so harshly. He used harsh words, but never in such a context. Aroused and confused, she wasn’t sure what to think.

“Crawl to me.”

It hurt her knees. It hurt her knees and she loved it. He looked down at her, and ordered her to follow.

She crawled behind, following him down the hall to the bedroom. Again, she knelt, this time on the floor a few feet in front of the bed. He began to speak.

“So pet, do you think you made a good impression on my friends?”.

“Yes, Sir” Kate nodded as she replied, without raising her chin to look at him.

“Really? Do you think you did that all by yourself, slut? Do you think that’s really why they all liked you so much?” He took a deep breath. “Ah, sometimes you are so naive my pet. Didn’t you notice the way my friends looked at you? Didn’t you feel their eyes devouring your flesh?”

Kate’s heart began to race. Jonathan’s expression flashed in front of her.

“My girlfriend. Ha. Do you really think they believed that? I told them everything about you. Well, the men anyways. It was adorable, really, watching you play Suzy Hostess, while they knew all along what a little whore you really are. They know everything. I told them all; details. Like how you writhe so nicely when you cum, and how you love it when I smack you across the face and call you a slut, how you beg for me to fuck your perfect little mouth.”

Kate was glad her head was bowed, so he couldn’t see her blush.

“What do you think of that, my little thing? How does that make you feel, that they knew all along? Are you ashamed that you’re such a slut?”

Kate contemplated her answer, and slowly began to speak.

“Well, Sir. No, I’m not ashamed. I love being your slut, and I am proud of it. I am forever grateful to you for everything you have done for me. And if you want others to know, then that is my wish as well. I thank you, Sir; for the privilege. I am honored.”

“My fucking precious little pet.” He reached down to stroke the smooth skin on her cheek. “That was exactly what I hoped you would say. I know this will sound a little callous of me, but that was something of a test, how I treated you tonight.” He paused.

“To see if you were ready.” She heard him open the dresser drawer, and walk slowly back towards her.

“Look up, darling.”

In his hands was a thick band of supple white leather, adorned with a silver clasp and a circular ring in the centre.

She nodded, as her eyes glazed with tears. He stood behind her, and leaned down kissed the back of her neck as he clasped her new collar around her neck.

Her very first collar.

She started to weep, tears of joy at first, which turned into sobs. Brian comforted her, his newly collared sub, as her emotions overcame her. He lifted her chin upwards so her eyes met his.

“My sweet little thing. I thought this would make you so happy. Take a deep breath, pet. Please, calm yourself and tell me why you’re crying.”

“My darling Sir,” she answered between delicate and fading sobs. Then she blushed, realizing she was no longer to call him Sir, but Master.

“Master, I am so proud that I am to wear your collar, and you are right, it has made me so happy. That’s why I started crying, Master, because I was so grateful. But, then i realized that I can’t possibly wear this collar all the time. I’m crying because the thought of taking it off breaks my heart.”

He knew it was not reasonable for Kate to wear this collar at all times, as much as he wanted her to. She had a job, family, friends, a whole life outside of this one. He had no intention of taking that away from her.

“You know, I had a sneaking suspicion you would feel that way.” He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small turquoise velvet sachet with a gold tie. “So that’s why, I also got you this.”

Her eyes lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning. That aqua colour was unmistakable to a woman with her tastes.

“Close your eyes, pet” he murmured gently. He paused for a few moments, knowing the waiting was torturous for his little kitten. She felt something cold and metallic press into her palm.

“Alright, now you can open.” She blinked sancaktepe escort away more tears as she gazed down at a silver choker necklace. It was chain-link, but not overly delicate, like most women’s jewelry. It had thick links, and in the centre was a round flat silver piece a little larger than a quarter. It was sort of a posh version of a dog-tag, she thought.

She held it up to the bedside lamp. ‘Return to: Tiffany’s NY’ it read.

“What, in case I get lost, Master? Very clever.” she joked. He motioned for her to turn it over, and was delighted to discover the back of it was inscribed.

‘Mine – Always’.

“No, that is in case you ever get lost, pet. So you will always know, that you belong to me.”

She threw her small arms around her new Master’s neck and no words needed to be exchanged.

The sight of her in the collar was too much to bear. He had to have her, immediately.

“Mmmm, the collar looks delicious on you. Now, get onto the bed, pet. Now it is time for your reward for being such a good girl tonight.”

She lay on the bed, naked despite her collar, her legs spread wide to reveal that perfectly shaved little pussy he had come to crave so much. He looked at her angelic face as he steadied himself over her. He then watched her expression and listened to her gasp as every inch of his cock tried to push into her, in one thrust. Her tightness tried to keep him out. Her little pussy was not yet ready to be fucked. She knew he liked it better that way, that he liked the feeling of violation.

He held her down as he fucked her, with the strong grip that he always used. She was his now, to protect and cherish and abuse.

Though he was holding her wrists so firmly, grasping them so tightly, he was fucking her gently. He almost never fucked like this. There was something about her, at that moment, in that collar. Kate had noticed the difference. The gentle fuck was just what she needed. To feel treasured. She looked as if she would cry again. It was beautiful to see his little sub slut in the throes of such emotion and such pleasure at the same time.

He began grinding into her, hard, while maintaining his slow pace, and not letting go of her tiny wrists. She brought her hips up to meet his thrusts as they kissed passionately. They became one writhing organic form, limbs entwined as they fucked slowly but furiously.

“Come when I do, pet,” he whispered.

She moaned and nodded a reply, but her body was too wracked with pleasure to articulate.

The next few minutes were a blur of moaning, thrusting, wet fucking noises and sweat. The gentleness was gone and replaced by her Master’s need to cum. He wanted to fill her tight little cunt with white-hot sticky semen. He wanted to look deep in her eyes as it shot into her, watch her face while he filled her.

With an animal moan, he buried his cock deep inside her. He was spurting inside her, she could feel it. She screamed like a bitch in heat, responding to his orgasm with her own. It was a long, rippling orgasm, one wave after another. There was something about being in that collar that made her come harder than she ever had before. Now that she knew she had totally surrendered to him, body and soul.

Even after the contractions of her pussy had squeezed every last drop of cum out to him, his cock stayed hard inside her as they breathed heavily. They lay still together, both trying to recover.

“I’m so glad you’re mine now, kitten. You make me very happy.”

With her head nuzzling into his strong chest. Kate fell asleep with her collar on, and her still soaking pussy full of his cum. She had never been happier in all her life.

—————

Recalling the evenings events, her pussy became wet, and almost unconsciously slipped her hand underneath the duvet. She soon realized what she was doing, she decided she didn’t want to wake her sleeping Master, yet was too impatient to wait for him to get up. She admired him, while gently stroking her clit and probing two fingers inside her cunt. She could still feel some of his cum inside her. This turned her on even more. She withdrew her fingers and sucked on them, tasting her Master’s cum mixed with the sweet juices of her pussy. She wanted to drink a whole glass, they tasted so good together.

Her fingers returned to her swollen clit, as she brought herself closer to orgasm. Her cries stifled by the pillow were apparently not stifled enough, as her Master opened his eyes, first a little confused, then smiling as he realized what the vixen in his bed was up to.

“You insatiable little thing, can’t you ever get enough?”

She looked at him, moaned as she shook her head and continued rubbing her clit and pushing two fingers inside her wet little hole.

“Make yourself cum for me, pet. Now.”

It was the emphasis he put on the word now that did it. She lost control of her body, spasming and moaning under his direction. As her orgasm began to fade, he leaned over her, holding her down. She didn’t even have a moment to catch her breath before he kissed her. A soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

“Shhh,” he whispered, as she collected herself.

“How about some breakfast?”

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