The Limousine (13 page)

Kristi opened the card and read it.
“Your blindfold and collar are under the pillow on the Queen Anne divan. I expect you on the bed when I enter.”
Kristi understood. She went to the divan and found the blindfold and collar, fully ready to submit to the Master. The blindfold was silk and the collar was leather. She put on the collar, feeling her submission grow. She walked over to the enormous four-poster bed.
She climbed onto the bed, feeling the softness of the plush velvet under her bare ass and shoulders. She spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. She put the blindfold on. Arching her back, she stretched her arms to each side in a gesture of submission.
Kristi lay there for many long minutes, enveloped in the darkness of the blindfold, feeling the warmth of the fireplace caressing her skin and making beads of sweat stand out on her breasts and throat. She thought about what the Master would do to her, and she felt herself getting increasingly turned on. It was a long time before she sensed his presence. She hadn’t heard the door open.
Kristi moaned softly as she felt the Master’s hands on her. First, he unfastened her garters, pulling her fishnet stockings down past her knees. Then he took hold of her wrist, pulling it out toward the posts of the bed, before he even kissed her. With silken cords he bound first one wrist, then the other, to the posts of the bed, testing the bonds to make sure they were quite secure. Then he bound her ankles in the same way. Kristi squirmed slightly, feeling how effectively restrained she was. She felt incredibly naked and vulnerable, with her legs spread like that. The Master’s lips touched hers and she opened her mouth to accept the thrust of his tongue. She felt his hand on her pussy and gasped as he stroked, testing how wet she was.
“Welcome, my precious toy,” he said. “I see you’re quite ready for me. You brought me a videotape.”
“Yes, Master. It’s from Brenda.”
“Oh, that little slut. Did you videotape her?”
“No, Master. She videotaped herself. She wouldn’t let me watch it.”
The Master chuckled. He stroked Kristi’s pussy slowly, toying with the ring through her clit. “You made love to her.”
Kristi felt a wave of fear go through her. She was astonished. “How did you know?”
“How could I not know?” he asked. “I knew you two would end up in bed together before long. Was she very delicious?”
Kristi’s pussy was juicing at the thought that the Master could intuit her every move. “Oh yes,” she said.
“When did this happen? Precisely?” asked the Master, his voice demanding, insistent. He had the tone of the interrogator, the inquisitor. The cruelty with which he was demanding her confession made Kristi’s whole body alive with hunger. She wanted to confess everything, just as he always made her confess every detail of her trysts with her boyfriends. Every thrust, every moan, every lick, every drop of ejaculate and every dirty word that was uttered in passion—it all belonged to the Master. And the Master wanted to know every detail. When he called her a slut as she told him these things, it was said with love and a tender respect, but the word still excited Kristi as she admitted submitting to her darkest desires.
“This afternoon,” said Kristi breathlessly. “About two o’clock. I had been wanting her all day. I can hear everything she does in her bedroom, and she came home last night and fucked herself.”
“After I went to such great pains to exhaust her?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “Go on,” said the Master.
Kristi told the Master how they had flirted at breakfast and in the shop, and teased each other, and finally gone to bed together. Kristi’s arousal mounted as the Master played with her pussy and as she confessed the details of the seduction to him.
“Did she go down on you?”
“Yes, Master.” Kristi was panting.
“Mmmmm. And did you come?”
“Yes,” sighed Kristi as the Master slid one finger into her pussy. “Yes, Master. Twice, the first time she did it.”
“Mmmm, that’s splendid. And of course you went down on her.”
“Oh yes,” Kristi panted. “Master.”
“How many times did you make love?”
“Four times, Master. No, five.”
“Very good. I had no idea the two of you would be like little wolverines together. Did you use your strap-on? To fuck her?”
“No, Master.” Kristi squirmed as she thought about it.
“Next time you should use it. If she wants your cock, that is. If she wants it, you will give it to her. I want you to spread her wide and thrust your cock into her.”
“Oh God,” said Kristi, as the Master began to penetrate her with two fingers. He fingerfucked her rhythmically, watching her bound body squirm on the bed.
“And then let her fuck you,” said the Master. “That is, if you both desire it.”
The Master had bought Kristi the strap-on a few months ago, knowing that Kristi occasionally went to bed with women but had never used a strap-on on another woman. The Master had coaxed out of Kristi her desire to explore the feeling of a cock jutting out of her crotch and had bought her the device as one of her many presents. Since then, Kristi had only had the chance to use the harness twice—both times with guys who were into anal play. The first time was with Doug. It was after they had fucked four times that night, Doug proving himself to be an exciting and demanding lover. Kristi had started out by exploring his ass with her finger while she was blowing him, something that turned her on incredibly. She got such a response that she rolled Doug onto his side and slipped her tongue between his cheeks, hearing him moan in pleasure as she rimmed him. She stroked his cock, which was slick with her juices and her spit. Kristi had pleasured Doug’s ass with her tongue for a long time, getting more and more turned on as she thought about penetrating his ass, fucking him up the ass with her dildo. Finally, she had been so wet for the idea that she had decided to risk it. She got out of bed and strapped on the harness while Doug watched, enraptured and moaning in anticipation. Then Kristi had slipped a condom onto the dildo, rubbed the dildo all over with lubricant and snuggled up behind Doug, fitting the head of the dildo in between his ass cheeks. It took a little coaxing, but soon his asshole opened up beautifully for her, and Kristi held Doug down against the bed and fucked him long and slow in the ass. It had turned her on so much that she had come just from the pressure of the dildo’s base against her clit while she reached around and stroked Doug’s hard cock with a handful of lubricant. Doug had come in great shuddering streams, spurting all over the bed as Kristi fucked him. Kristi had had to rub herself to orgasm twice to stop the throbbing arousal that filled her body. And Doug had thanked her profusely for opening him up to new worlds of sex-play.
The second time had been with Carl, a recently divorced man whose wife had loved to fuck him up the ass. He wasn’t nearly as good a fuck as Doug, but Kristi had finally turned the tables on him and discovered him to be a very receptive and willing bottom.
The Master had been considerate enough to buy Kristi a silicone dildo, which meant that as long as she used a condom, she could boil it between uses. She would have liked to fuck more guys up the ass, but Kristi so dearly loved to be fucked and sucked that she rarely found herself strapping on the dildo except as a kinky spice to her own solo masturbation sessions.
Kristi had never used the dildo the way the Master had intended—and now he was suggesting she fuck Brenda with it. The idea sent a shudder of desire through her body.
“Oh yes...” Kristi was moaning, very close to orgasm. It was strange, the tender way he gave commands, a way that allowed no resistance but still made it clear that she was deciding to obey him. The Master took his fingers out of her pussy and put them up to her lips. She licked them clean obediently, tasting her own cunt.
The Master slipped his fingers back into her cunt, pumping them in and out for a few strokes. He eased them out again and began to stroke her nipples with his slick fingertips.
“Anything else?”
“Before I left, she went down on me again. Not enough to make me come. I’ve been dripping all the way over here.”
“That much I know,” he said, rubbing his fingertips over her hard nipples. “Don’t worry, you’ll continue to drip for a while before I let you come. Did you go to bed with anyone else this week?”
“Just Tom, the guy from the movie theater,” said Kristi. “Oh, and the lawyer. On Thursday. The second time for each of them. Both were, uh, pretty unspectacular. I don’t think I’ll be ... bringing either one over again.”
“Too bad,” said the Master. Kristi gasped as his hand returned to her pussy, this time with a brutal insistence that told her she was going to be punished. “You’re such a wet little slut, you should have men who can satisfy you. I’m going to punish you for settling for less.”
Kristi felt a surge of pleasure go through her as the Master slipped his two fingers into her pussy again and fucked her for a few cruel thrusts. His fingers went deep into her, and she squirmed and moaned. The thought of him punishing her—whatever the excuse—always excited her beyond reason. She felt his thumb flicking against her clit and whispered “Oh yes, Master. If you desire it, you must punish me.”
That’s when Kristi heard the swish of the crop. In the last six months, she had learned to recognize the sound of the Master’s toys, the implements of cruelty he used on her. Often he used his hands, as he had done to tease her and get her pussy wet. But other times he liked to use the crop, the flogger, the paddle—and, when Kristi had been particularly bad, the cane. She liked it best when he used his hand to spank her, but each of these other implements excited her equally, depending on how angry the Master was. Each time he punished her, it was for not valuing herself, for not demanding enough in bed. Kristi knew she was a slut in many ways, but she understood the Master’s intentions—she could certainly be a more controlling slut. She had a tendency to make it with uninteresting guys and let them get away with rather banal sex acts that left her unsatisfied. As the Master knew well, Kristi could think up much more interesting things and keep even the most boring lover involved in complicated sexual scenes all night long.
The irony, though, was that Kristi had lied. As Brenda had overheard, Tom from the movie theater was not unspectacular at all. In fact, he had fucked Kristi more times than she could recall, and each time he had brought her off skillfully more than once. He had a chemistry about him that turned Kristi on incredibly, and sex with him had been magnificent. They had fucked in a dozen positions, talked dirty, and done all sorts of nasty things in the ten hours they had been together. Tom had been one hell of a good lay, and Kristi had every intention of going to bed with him again.
But Kristi preferred it when the Master punished her. If she didn’t confess that she had settled for an inferior lay, she wouldn’t know the pleasure of the Master’s cruelty. And tonight, she was in the mood for the cruelest treatment. She wanted one of the Master’s raunchy, kinky, punishing sessions. Kristi was wet just thinking about it.
And the Master would want to know every detail.
Kristi felt the tip of the crop on her pussy. She whimpered as she realized that the Master was going to start by punishing her vulnerable cunt. She was so wet and so turned on that she was sure the pain would meld easily into pleasure, but getting her pussy whipped was always such an intense and exquisite agony for her. Kristi squirmed on the bed, pulling against her bonds, whimpering and begging for mercy.
“No, Master. Please have mercy. Please don’t punish me...”
But Kristi knew her punishment was inevitable now. She would submit to it gladly, and she would probably come before he was finished with the punishment of her pussy. And she would
certainly
come (many times, most likely) before she was allowed to leave the hotel room. But her feigned reluctance was part of the joy, part of her submission to the Master, part of the sex-play.
So Kristi knew that when the time came to confess to the Master every detail of her tryst with Tom, she would have to make something up. That was OK—she was good at it.
The Master reached down and teased Kristi’s cunt-lips apart, making sure her tender pink hole was exposed for his cruel ministrations. Kristi moaned as his fingers brushed the insides of her sensitive cunt-lips. Then the Master stepped back slightly and lifted the crop. He stroked the supple leather tip up and down the insides of Kristi’s thighs, tapping slightly, as if deciding where to strike her first. Kristi’s inner thighs were exquisitely sensitive, and the Master loved punishing her there. She was so erotically responsive there that the slightest touch could make her wet. And so having her thighs whipped was an agonizing and explosive experience. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. She began to pant heavily, her lips parted as she felt the tickling sensation of the crop on her thighs. Then, the Master raised the crop.
Kristi held her breath.
THWACK!
She gasped and arched her back as the line of pain burned itself into her inner right thigh. She settled back down against the soft bedspread, groaning with the delicious pain. He had started low, about four inches above her knee, which gave him lots of room to play with before he reached her pussy. Kristi knew he would make full use of every inch of her inner thigh. She held her breath and another painful stroke came down on her left thigh. “Oh God,” she gasped as the Master proceeded to punish her right, then her left, then her right, then her left, alternating strokes but concentrating on one area on each thigh for a long, torturous, agonizing time before moving a half-inch up and offering a new, untouched patch of flesh the exquisite brutality. After perhaps two inches, Kristi was shuddering with release and agony, and couldn’t stop herself from trying to push her thighs closed, straining against the bonds. But her legs were tied so securely that she couldn’t get much more than an inch or two. Still, the Master was displeased.
“Open your thighs,” he told her firmly. “Spread your legs as wide as you can.”
Shaking, Kristi forced herself to open her thighs wider. It was only a difference of a few inches, since her ankles were bound securely to the bedposts and she could barely move her legs at all, but the Master wanted Kristi as wide open as possible to receive his cruelty. Kristi lay there half-naked, spreading her legs the few inches within the bonds that spelled absolute submission, anticipating the next blow with dread and hunger for the Master’s gift of pain.