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She had braided her hair and arrived dressed as requested. The cotton dress buttoned all the way down the front, but she had left the bottom three buttons loose so he could see her legs as she walked into the room. Already she wanted it off...the dress, the panties, the bra...she wanted to be naked before him, and thought for a moment whether she wanted to change her options for accepting his collar. But the thought of her choice made her tingle with anticipation, and she kept her silence.

The room was cool, as always. She was nervous, knowing that this would be her first trial at his hands, and she hoped she had prepared well. He stood there, his hands behind his back, smiling. "Are you ready?" he whispered. She nodded, unable to keep from smiling.

"Are you ready?" he repeated. She said quietly, "Yes sir." He brought his hands out from behind his back. In his left hand, he held a black studded leather collar. In his right, he held a chain leash. He reached out with his left hand, offering her the collar. She took it from him as he placed the chain leash in his pocket. She was surprised for a moment, not only at the physical weight, but the feelings it engendered in her. She had a moment of fear as she placed the collar on her neck, but it passed quickly as she buckled it in place and let it rest on her skin. As she raised her eyes, she took in her surroundings with new interest, knowing things were now different.

He touched the back of her neck, raising her braided hair straight up. She closed her eyes as his lips touched the back of her neck, the gooseflesh raising wherever he kissed her for just a moment. Using the braid, he turned her head one way, then the other, exposing her neck and throat to his lips. He dropped the braid over her shoulder as he took her by the arms, guiding her backward toward the dresser where his bag awaited. He took her once again by the braid for a moment, straightening her head so he could position the blindfold properly. She closed her eyes, depending on her other senses now. Her vision gone, she imagined the picture in her mind's eye, easily calling to mind how she stood stock still, back straight, her hands at her sides, palms forward as she had been instructed. His fingers slid up the bare skin of her arms slowly, tickling and pinching here and there. She suppressed a giggle, but couldn't help but smile as her skin began to come alive at his touch. His fingers caressed her collarbones as he reached for the top button of the dress, plucking it open, followed by the next, and the next, until the dress was open completely. He drew the fabric across her skin, moving it slowly up and down her body as he slipped it off. The gooseflesh began to tingle wherever he touched her now, and her imagination began to run wild.

In short order, he removed her bra and panties. The cool air against her skin was more surprising than she expected, her sense of touch being heightened by the blindfold. He reached around her from behind, taking her breasts in his hands. Her nipples hardened as he gently rolled them between his fingers while he kissed her neck again and again. She reached up and placed her hands over his, relishing every sensation as she pressed his hands firmly against her breasts. She pushed her ass back towards him, trying to get him to just bend her over and take her right then. He pulled away, moving in front of her. She heard the rattle of the leash as he pulled it from his pocket. He took her collar in hand and lifted her chin, bringing her lips to his.

He played the cold chain across her skin as he attached it to her collar. It startled her senses as he drew the chain, link by link, across her nipples. Now, she began to moan, muffled by his mouth as he continued to kiss her deeply. She held her arms straight, but her fingers clenched involuntarily, wanting to wander to her pussy as it became wet. He slid his fingers along her ribs and down her belly as she tried to push herself against him. As his hand reached her pussy, he firmly gripped her, the pressure of his hands sending a shock through her clit. The tightness in her arms relaxed as she unclenched her fists, giving herself over to the first orgasm, pumping her hips back an forth as he held her labia and clit firmly. She laid her head back, and he immediately began to kiss her throat, once again raising the flesh along her neck. Her nipples rose to his lips as he sucked them, gently at first, then more firmly as she responded. She reached for him, the chain hanging in her cleavage. He took her hands and pressed them behind her back. Holding her wrists together with one hand, he took her by the braid and pulled her mouth to his, once again kissing her deeply. He slid his leg between her knees, pushing her back against the dresser. She spread her legs, wanting to feel the pressure against her pussy once again. They remained locked together for a moment, kissing deeply. The heat of her warmed his thigh as she pressed her sex against him, trying to slide against him more urgently.

He pulled away, turning her by the braid, laying her breasts down against the cold top of the dresser. He traced the shape of her legs with his fingers and noticed how wet she was as he reached the apex of her thighs. He tickled gently as she started to move her knees apart so he could reach her pussy more easily. He slid a finger into her, playing with her G spot for just long enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm. She pressed against him urgently, rolling her hips up and down to maximize the stimulation of her sex just as he pulled away and instructed her to remain in place. She moaned, but her moan was met with a sharp slap to the cheeks of her ass, once on each side. She fell silent, and listened to him as he moved about the room. She heard a thud from the table across the room from the dresser and wondered what he was doing.

In a moment, he had returned. He took her leash in his hand, pulling her upright and leading her across the room. He slowed her down, and urged her gently forward until her shins came up against the table, which seemed to be covered with towels right in front of her legs. He reached around her from behind, bringing her arms to her back. He placed leather cuffs on her wrists, binding them together in the small of her back, each wrist tied to the opposite elbow. She easily imagined her breasts being forced upward by the position of her arms, and loved the idea of how they must look to him. She was not disappointed, as he immediately began to fondle them. She bent forward, pressing herself against his hands. He took her by the braid, and reached down to grasp the collar as well. She now knew his intention. He pushed her gently forward, and she lifted her leg onto the padded area of the table, followed by the other. She knelt on the table, basking in his attention...he touched her everywhere now, his fingers tickling and stroking her ribs, her breasts, her thighs and pussy. She came alive with desire and tried to press every part of her against his attentive hand. He stopped caressing her just as she was nearly ready to cum again, and he held her more firmly by the collar and braid for a moment. She felt something going on behind her, and her curiosity was beginning to peak as his hand came to rest on her hip. He pulled back on her slowly and gently as he reached under her to separate her labia. He applied a small amount of lubricant to her already wet pussy, and shifted her just a bit as she felt the pressure of a dildo against the opening of her sex. She stretched her legs apart just a bit more, lowering herself onto the impaling dildo as he pulled her head back. He began to kiss her deeply again, holding her hair and collar firmly while he fondled her breasts, using both his hands to guide her onto the dildo, urging her to move as she wished to maximize her stimulation. She rocked back and forth as the anchored dildo filled her, reaching her G spot, her cervix, and every nerve inside her as she humped the invading thing. His lips were maddening as he ran them over her body, all the time holding her upright by the collar and braid. He began to strum her clit with his free hand as her desire brought ever louder moans from her. She pictured herself there, her thighs spread, flexing and relaxing, her curvaceous ass rolling with the motion of her body as she tried to drive herself onward to please him, her clit alive with an electric feeling that arced from her pussy to her nipples and back again as he strummed her erect clit. She tried to keep her need to herself, hoping to just simply cum, but her desire to please him made her begin to beg. "Please, master, may I cum?" His silence excited her...she felt the dildo moving deeper inside her as she rolled her hips...her body wanted...her mind needed...but something held her back...her nipples felt harder than she'd ever felt them, and his gentle touch on her clit brought her close, so close, but she held back... Her skin was on fire...her wetness was seeping around the invader in her pussy and began to trickle down her thighs...then it struck her...she began to beg again..."Please, master, Please MAKE ME CUM FOR YOU...MAKE ME CUM FOR YOU!" His tongue circled her ear as he began to strum her clit firmly and quickly...he whispered into her ear..."Darling, that's what we're here for." The waves of her orgasm washed over her like a violent tide. The dam broke...the juices flooded from her pussy, down her thighs and onto the table as the orgasm swept over her...her scalp tingled and her nipples seemed ready to start her on fire as she began to feel faint...she had only needed to identify her desire and say it.

The orgasm came over her in waves, each more intense than the last, and she felt she would fall over, but she didn't care she only wanted more. He pulled her head up, bringing her entire being to attention. He pulled her hips back, bringing the dildo with her. As she brought her feet to the floor, she found her high heels had been removed. He pulled her up to her feet, one hand on her braid and collar, the other holding the dildo that still impaled her. She felt weak and uncertain as he firmly guided her to the bed and gently laid her down on her side. As he pulled the dildo from her pussy, she began to cum again, wringing more fluid out to run down onto the bed. She felt like she was floating...in a state of near delirium from desire...she suddenly felt cold, and began to shudder. She felt him move her close, pulling her knees up against him. He released her hands, and she found herself clutching at him, needing his warmth. He pulled the covers of the bed up over her, pulling her close to him. She felt his lips close to hers, and pulled herself further into his arms as she kissed him deeply. She fell into a gentle slumber still kissing him. She was his, now...his girl, his submissive sweetheart. And he was her Master, and her desire.

Not sure how long she'd slept, she awoke to his touch...he had pulled her leg up, and it was now tethered to her wrist just above the knee. As he did the same with her other leg, she felt the wetness begin again. He was between her legs, his hands on the back of her thighs, his lips playing along the folds of her pussy, encouraging her passion to build. She was helpless...she couldn't touch herself...she couldn't touch him...her nipples were hardening by themselves as he began to suck her clitoris, running his tongue around it in maddening circles. She could do nothing but let the sensations flow over her as the orgasm began as a tickling hint and built to a thrumming passionate rhythm. She stretched her legs out straight, hoping the vision of her laying there open to him completely would excite him further.

He pulled away for a moment, then she felt him rise...his cock pressed against her willing flesh as he slowly entered her, her calves resting on his shoulders, her thighs against his ribs. He pushed deep inside her, and she began to rock her hips against him, willing him to enter, to drive her excitement further...the climax washed over her as the heat of her juices began to flow again. He released her hands, and she was clutching at him, pulling him close, wanting his kiss, wanting to feel him against her breasts, wanting him to press ever deeper into her wetness and join with him completely. Her juices flowed around them, the heat startling, but divine. She felt his excitement build as he strained against her. She pushed him, urging him backwards. She rode him as he fell, rocking her hips without constraint now. He was close...so close...she pulled off him, sliding down to taste herself on him. Her own sweet taste was all over him, and she wanted it. She licked his cock, then took it in her mouth in one motion, sucking deeply. He put his hands on either side of her head, but she pressed against him, her own juices driving her on...she felt him stiffen as he began to cum, she pressed her breasts against his thighs and began to strum her clit as she drained him...once again, she fell over the edge as they came together.

Moments later, he rolled her off him, and urged her to come to his arms. She slid up his body, brushing her hard nipples against him as their lips came together. He whispered for her to close her eyes, and she felt him unbuckle the blindfold and pull it away from her face. She opened her eyes. The room was dark, but she could see him clearly as he bent to kiss her again. She pulled her leg up as he pulled her onto her side to meet him, his hand caressing her ass. He kissed her softly, and their tongues met warmly as he pulled her closer to him. They lay there a moment as he ran his fingers up her body from her thigh, up the cheeks of her ass, along her ribs, and took his breast in his hand. Her nipples rose again as he kissed her throat, then moved downward to her breasts. He kissed her now hard nipples, making them wet as firm...he sucked air into his mouth around them, the chill exciting her even more. But it tickled a little, and she had to suppress a giggle as he played with her breasts. But the urge to giggle didn't last long as he slid his hand down to her sex, sliding his fingers into her, bumping her G spot, his hand pushing against her clit. She rolled her hips forward against him, her giggle turning into a moan...he began to slide his fingers in and out of her, brushing her clit, then her G, clit, G, clit, G...she began to shake as she came again...she didn't know how much more she could take, but she knew she wanted more. He took her by the braid again, and using it to position her, he placed the dildo on the bed underneath her as she knelt. She pressed down against it while he played with her clit, impaling herself once again for his pleasure. She began to squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers as he began to strum her clit like the strings of a guitar...her orgasm burst upon her this time, and she fell into his arms, unable to suppress her delight any more...she giggled and pressed her ass against him as he pulled her close, still warm and wet. He kissed her ears, her neck, he tickled her a moment, then told her to go to the bathroom and wait for him.

She went in, knowing he would give her the chance to pee. She was surprised at how hard her clit was, and couldn't help but touch herself for a moment as she finished. He came in and turned on the shower, letting the water run as he reached for her collar. He pulled her up and kissed her as he removed the collar from her throat...she was confused...had she done something wrong? Was he displeased?
He put the collar down outside the room, but then returned and took her by the braid, guiding her into the shower. She wondered what was going on until she felt the body wash dribble onto her skin...she forgot she had brought it for him to use on her...

The soapy slick feeling on her skin was delicious as his hands lathered her body. He kept her hair out of the water so the braid wouldn't bind, but she wished he would take it loose and let it fall. Almost as soon as she thought it, she felt him undoing her braid. He turned her around in the shower, pulling her now slick body against his. He tipped her head back, letting the water cascade through her hair as his fingers slid along her breasts, her ribs, and her back. She felt decadent...her skin alive with his hands cleansing her skin, covering her with the lather, her nipples peaking out through the bubbles...He turned her around again, and began to lather her hair. He pulled it gently as he washed it, squeezing each round of lather downward through her hair, onto her back, to trickle down the crack of her ass. She spread her legs slightly, to enjoy the feeling of the water washing down her backside...between her legs...down her thighs...Damn it...she was getting excited again!...She started to giggle, and she knew he was already aware of what was going on. He pulled her back close to him, her hair now clean and pressed between them, his fingers caressing her breasts. He cupped her breasts in his hands as he kissed her neck and pressed against her from behind. She wanted to lean forward and ask him to take her...she pressed her ass back into him and started to lean forward. He began to squeeze her nipples, and her clit came alive. She reached down and began to touch herself as he took her by the hair and entered her...she hadn't expected that, and she began to climax almost immediately. She became unsure of her footing, and knew she was courting disaster if they fell, but she couldn't help herself. Gooseflesh rose along her back, running down the cheeks of her ass as she came...he held her firmly by the hair and her hip as her orgasm subsided, keeping her balanced and safe. She stood up as he slid out of her, and leaned back against him again.

After she had wrapped her hair, and he had dried her off, paying close attention to every part that she wanted to keep wet, He took her back to the bed. This time, he laid down on his back, and she straddled him as he guided her into place. He pulled her down to kiss him, then raised her up on her hands. He placed her collar back on her neck, toying with her throat as he did. He pushed her upright. "Dance for me" he whispered. She knew instinctively what to do. She began to run her fingers across her skin. She gently squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers to make them hard...her hips rocked her sex against him as she began to get excited once again, and she imagined herself barely covered in silk, teasing his desires. He took hold of her collar and pulled her down against him. Her juices began to dribble onto her clit as their lips met...