Brenda Meets her Master – Part II

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Part II Hand in hand, they walked through the airport, him leading of course. Her Master. Her Sir. She saw the slot machines, which always surprised her, and wondered which way her luck was going. What would good luck mean? What wicked things did he have planned? Ripples of nervousness and excitement pulsed through her body, and she could feel her thighs shaking as she walked. She already loved his touch–the feel of his hand, and the strength there. What would his hands feel like on her ass? Spanking her sore, red ass? Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him, still not believing he was real. Trying to get online him and real him to line up. He steered her into a bar. It wasn’t very crowded, and he took the two seats at the far end of the bar, away from everyone else. Their hands never parting, she sat on the tall stool, then gasped. She’d forgotten about her whipped and spanked ass, compliments of her girlfriend ‘preparing’ her for him. He chuckled. “Sore, are we?” She turned, to say something smart, and the look in his green and brown eyes stopped her. Normally she said those kinds of things. She was already different around him–no longer the brash, always-had-to-be-in-control woman she normally was. The woman she had to be. Her comfort zone slipped away. After he ordered drinks for both of them, he slowly spun her stool so that she faced him. His leg slid between hers, his hands touching the tops of her thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her. So different from another woman. His taste. The stubble around his mouth. Just how tall and big he was compared to Karen. His presence. It had been years since she’d kissed a man, really kissed one. The waitress interrupted their second kiss. Brenda giggled. The waitress giggled, too. She was very cute. “I like your…necklace,” she said with a smile. Brenda felt her face blushing, knew she was turning dark red. He said, “It was a gift, from me.” His hand moved Brenda’s hair out of the way, so the waitress could see the lock on the collar around her neck. Impossibly, Brenda felt her face grow hotter. “Oh…” the waitress said, turning a little red herself. A heavy guy at the far end of the bar asked for another drink. Thank God, Brenda thought as she watched the waitress walk away. I’d like to spank that, then she remembered she was much more likely to be on the receiving end this weekend. She turned back to him, gave him a little smile, hoping the blush was fading. A wicked gleam danced in his eyes. They sipped their drinks. They chatted. Talked about the weather. The news in Boston. The best luggage. The ridiculous baggage fees. Everything in the world, except what was about to happen.*** After the waitress brought the second round of drinks and walked away, Sir slipped his hand into his pocket and then placed it on the counter. She thought he was paying their tab, but instead his hand slid towards her. He lifted his hand. A key. The key to her collar. She looked up, into his eyes, wondering what he was doing. “It’s your choice,” he whispered, his eyes never wavering. “Do you want to be mine for the weekend?” He leaned in close again, kissed her. “We don’t have to do all of that. We can just be a couple this weekend. I like being with you. Holding your hand. Kissing you.” Panic rolled through her body. She didn’t want a choice. Didn’t want this. “I… I…” She started twice, but her voice deserted her. She tried to look away, but his hand found her chin and pulled it back, so that she couldn’t hide. “What happened to that confident Domme I met online all those months ago?” The hungry, wicked gleam in his eyes, and the confidence in his voice, sent a wicked pulse through her body. He smiled, then imitated her voice, “‘I’ll never submit. Not to anyone. Certainly not a man.’” The blood rushed back to the skin on her face and neck. Pushing his hand away, she looked down. How had he unlocked so much? Found what she’d hidden for so long? “Do you want to be mine?” Though almanbahis she couldn’t look up, she nodded. “You need to say it. Tell me.” “I… I want to be… I want to be yours.” He smiled. Damn, she loved that smile. “I’m going to do wicked things to you. Pretty much every wicked thing I can think of…” Suddenly she was breathing hard. She nodded. “You want to be mine? My little toy?” “Yes. Please.” He held out his open hand. For a moment, she didn’t understand. Then, fingers trembling, she picked up the key and put it in the center of his palm. Her fingertips pushed his closed. “Thank you,” he said, very gently. He leaned forward and kissed her. His left hand found her knee. With his hand and his knee, he pushed her legs wide. She felt the skirt tightening, then sliding up. He licked the tip of the first finger on his right hand, then slid it up the inside of her right thigh, leaving a wet trail behind. Slowly, so slowly. She looked over his shoulder, at the waitress watching them. He was going to stop, wasn’t he? He had to. He wouldn’t do this right here, in the middle of the airport. There had to be cameras. How many people were watching her now? She imagined the security guy watching the little computer screen, in some little room hidden deep within the airport, yelling for his buddies to come watch. Still moving slowly, his fingertip reached the inside of her thigh, so close. It kept going. She felt it rub over one lip of her pussy. Her lips parted. He found the opening to her and pushed in, still so slowly but never stopping. Holy Christ. Both of her hands reached out and desperately gripped his forearm, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop him or pull him in deeper. He slid the finger out. Teased her clit, wetting it with her own wetness. “Please,” she said, half a moan and half a deep whisper. Ten days since she’d come, and she’d never felt such hunger. Wanting. “Are you giving yourself to me, to do with as I please? To entertain myself?” The wickedness of the one word–entertain–was enough to send a shiver up her spine. Two fingertips pressed against the opening of her pussy, spreading her lips again. Even slower, he pushed those in. “Is that what you want? To give yourself to me?” “Yes, please.” “Say it.” “I’m yours. To do with as you please.” “Beg.” His fingers reached their full depth. He teased her clit with his thumb. She closed her eyes. Felt like she could pass out. “Please. Please. Please do with me as you please. Make me yours.” “Good girl.” His fingers stared to slowly pull out. She gripped his arm, trying to push them back in. He liked that. She knew what was coming next. Felt herself blushing again. His hand came out from under her skirt, then lifted up towards her lips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. His very wet fingers slid slowly into her mouth. “Do you guys want another round?” She opened her eyes to the waitress standing right there, staring at her and the fingers in her mouth. She wondered what the guys watching the cameras were thinking. He said, “I think we’re good.” Without taking his fingers out of her mouth, he pulled out a twenty and a ten and paid for the drinks. “You guys have fun.” He said, “Thank you. We will.” *** In front of the airport, a white limo pulled up to the curb. The driver, a young woman–maybe 23 or 24–jumped out and ran around to open the door for Sir and her, his pet. “Hello Mr. Hensley.” “Hi Angela, how are you?” “I’m great. New friend?” “Not new. But a very dear friend.” She liked that. He helped her into the car. As gently as she could, Brenda sat on the wide seat, then slid across to give him room. He climbed in and Angela closed the door behind them. The short, cute redhead quickly moved around the car and climbed back into the driver’s seat. They pulled away. He looked at her, sitting next to him. “I don’t think you’ve earned the right to sit up here with me. Do you?” And so it starts, she thought, a wave of excitement almanbahis yeni giriş rippling through her. She slipped down to the plush carpet on the floor, afraid to meet his eyes. She kneeled next to him, her hand on his thigh. “Good girl.” He lifted her chin and kissed her. In her heart, she knew she would do anything to please him. “Now let’s see your ass. See how Karen did.” She looked at him, her eyes wide. He smiled. “Turn around and kneel in front of me.” She did. “Put your head down on the carpet, and pull your skirt up to your waist.” After putting her feet on either side of his, she put her head down, feeling the scratchy carpet against her forehead. Her hands shook. Her fingertips found the hem of her skirt, and she started to slide it up her thighs. She was about to show a man her pussy. Her asshole. Her everything. How long had it been since a man saw her? And never in such a vulnerable–no, submissive–way. But this was Sir. She wanted to. His heavy hand smacked her on the ass, one solid crack on each cheek. The soreness from the strap hadn’t gone anywhere. Kindly, he said, “My pet, you’re going to need to learn to do what I say quickly, or your ass is going to be in big trouble. Now, show me your ass.” The irritation in his words stung. With one last breath, she pulled her skirt all the way up. Waited for him to say something. “Oh wow. Damn, baby, that’s a red ass. Maybe I will let Karen out of that chastity belt one day.” One had rubbed her bottom, then cupped it. “What a wonderful ass, my love. It looks so good red and whipped.” His fingers flirted over the end of the plug, teasing her. His touch was heaven. She would have stayed there forever, his hand caressing, squeezing, playing with her ass, his words warming her heart. He touched a button, and she heard the glass between them and the young driver slide down. “Angela, when we hit a long red light, please let me know.” “Yes, sir.” He didn’t slide the screen back up. His hand went back to playing with her ass, and his other hand joined in. He spread her cheeks, and she knew he was looking at her asshole, and the end of the plug. She felt her skin blush again. A finger ran around the edge of the plug, teasing her. “Looks nice and tight,” he whispered. He carefully pulled the plug out of her ass. She gasped. Felt so empty, suddenly. “Go and put that in the box.” For the first time, she noticed a brown box near the forward seat. She took the plug and crawled to the box. Wondering what she would find, she pulled off the top. It was empty. She put the plug in it. Crawling back, his smile was all she needed. “Sir, we’re at Tropicana and Vegas. It’s a long light.” “Pet, go show Angela your red bottom. It’s ok for you to get on that front seat to show her.” She looked up at him, still from her knees, hoping he was joking. “I believe I warned you about taking your sweet time.” A heavy hand slapped hard into her sore ass. Without lowering her skirt, she moved quickly towards the front of the car, climbed on the seat and turned around on her knees. She looked at him one last time, then stood on the seat and lifted her ass up high as she bent over and put her hands on the seat. “What do you think, Angela. Has she learned her lesson?” Angela chuckled. “I would hope so.” Brenda jumped as Angela’s hand touched her ass. “She’s sore, too.” “Not as sore as she’s going to be, I’m afraid.” Angela let out a nervous giggle. Then she said, “It’s green, sir.” “Good girl,” he said to Brenda. “Come here.” She crawled to him, wondering what was next. He pointed to the box, and she slid it across the carpet to his feet. He lifted her chin, staring deep into her eyes. His intensity was too much. His voice low, he said, “We’re going to put everything from your old life in this box. Put your purse in.” Feeling like a robot, she put her purse–with her cell phone–in the box. “Now you’re clothes. Get naked for me.” She loved the clothes he bought almanbahis giriş her. The shoes. Everything with his touch on it. “But sir, you bought these for–” The look on his face stopped her. She couldn’t stand disappointing him. He patted his lap, and she crawled over and then laid across him. He pulled her skirt up and out of the way, then gave her five hard smacks on each cheek. His hands pushed her onto the floor. “Let’s try that again,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm. “Brenda, get naked.” On her knees, her shaking fingers started working at the top button of her blouse. Every button seemed more difficult than the last, her fingers shaking worse and worse. Finally the last one came free. She looked at him, nervous about her small breasts, then slipped the blouse off her shoulders. She dropped it into the box, on top of her purse. She turned back to him. Determined, she sat up tall and arched her back, offering her breasts to him. One hand teased a nipple, rolling between his thumb and finger. Damn it feels good. His fingers disappeared. She opened her eyes to him pointing down at her skirt. Even though she’d shown him her pussy and ass, and he’d felt her pussy, she was still nervous about being naked before him. She closed her eyes and slid the zipper down the side of the skirt. She let it fall to her knees, then slipped it under and off one leg and then the other. She dropped it into the box, then kneeled in front of him. One of his hands found her nipple. His other hand ran through her hair, then pulled her forward as he leaned in and kissed her. “You are so beautiful.” Another kiss. He let her sit back. Her heart beating ninety miles an hours, she looked at him, wanting him, wanting to please him. “Sir, should I put the shoes in the box?” “Hmmm,” he said, thinking about it. “Do you want to keep them? I did buy them especially for you. Had them made for you.” “Yes, please, sir.” “No, put them in the box.” She couldn’t help it. She loved them. A sour look crossed her face. “Baby, I have another pair for you. At the hotel.” That made it almost okay. Still, she regretted putting them into the box. There was nothing else in the back of the limo. Did Angela have something for her to wear– His hand gently took her wrist and he slowly pulled her back over his lap. She went, willingly. “You’ve been naughty again. You didn’t even fold up the beautiful clothes I bought you. Do you not like them? Or were you being lazy?” It took her a moment before she realized he wanted an answer. “I’m sorry, sir.” “Well, which should I spank you for?” “Sir… Angela interrupted them, “Sir, we’re almost at the hotel.” Brenda had forgotten about her, watching. “Let’s take the scenic route, Angela. We still need to see to a few things.” “Yes, sir.” “And Angela…” “Yes, sir?” “If I catch you glancing back here again, while you’re driving, I’ll make your ass match hers.” A long, tight pause filled the limo. “Yes, sir.” “I don’t want to have to bend you over the hood of the car and use my belt on you again.” “No, sir.” “If you need to, find a spot to pull over. I don’t mind you watching, just do it safely.” “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” The thought of being bent over the hood of the white limo, her whipped ass on display for the world, the feel of his belt, sent Brenda’s pussy into a quiver. She wanted that. His hand rubbed across her ass. Then, three hard smacks on each cheek, one right after the other–smack, smack, smack. “I know this is your first time as my sub, at least in person, but you’re behavior so far…” He let that sink in. “I’m sorry, s–” Smack, smack, smack, smack. On her sore ass, his hand set fire to her skin. A tear leaked down her face–she wasn’t sure if it was from disappointing him or the spanking. “I have high expectations for you. I expect you to obey me, and obey immediately. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” Smack, smack, smack. “Any delays only tell me that you are not fully committed. Is that the case?” “No, sir.” Smack, smack, smack. She turned her head towards the front, wondering what Angela could see. Smack, smack, smack. Oh, it hurt, awakening every poor nerve previously punished by the strap and the paddle.

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