Anything for Him (2 page)

As she drove down the half mile gravel driveway she felt every one of his kisses, every bite, every tickle, every clothes pin, every drop of wax, every piece of ice, each piece of fruit and vegetables that he used on her during her first visit to The Wicked Woods. She knew that this had just been “basic training” and that subsequent visits would be much more intense, intimate, physical and unpredictable–she could hardly wait.

She hadn’t swallowed all of his cum when he fucked her mouth just a few minutes ago. Some of his hot sweet cum she kept under her tongue. She now swished it all around her mouth and savored the taste before swallowing the last drop as she turned on the road as she left The Wicked Woods, for the first time.

This is TT’s third trip there and her Master told her good things often come in threes when he told her of what he had planned for her this weekend.

TT had followed orders; her long thick curly hair was now jet black, she had been a bottle - blonde bimbo for the first two trips. She was wearing a new sheer white silk blouse with no bra and her nipples have been so hard and eager for the whole hour - long drive from her campus apartment, but they caught on fire as soon as she was on His property–she could feel him and his aura all around her.

She felt calm, peaceful, content, happy, violently horny, extremely aroused, eager to please her beautiful Master and devilishly curious to know what He had in mind for her. She wore a very short red leather skirt, no panties, and a set of color - coordinated garter belts and fishnet stockings, also fire engine red.

The 4” black open-toed high heels hurt her feet so they were in the passenger seat of her “65 convertible Mustang. The slut looked over at the shoes and remembered that just a few weeks ago, her Master gave her a present for the first time as she sat where her shoes were now–she remembers the taste of His cum as he filled her face with His cock and balls as his way of saying bye after he had her every way he wanted that first weekend.

It was hard to believe but the second weekend had been even more exciting than the first. He had tested her limits of pain and humiliation and she had passed these tests as easily as she had passed all of her tests in high school. She had thought that she would not be able to take some of the things He had done to her, but it became easier when she thought not of her pain but rather of her Master’s pleasure.

Her thoughts turned to this weekend as finally the house came into site. She repeated the words to herself of what she was to say when seeing him. She also remembered the first two times she uttered these same words and how, a few seconds later, she took his cock full in her mouth.

The first time he wrapped his fingers and hands in her long hair and fucked her mouth before he spoke the first word to her. The second time he called her all kinds of rude disgusting and delightful names and made her lick and suck him like the fucking little cum slut that she was.

The cost of her Master’s cum came at a steep price. He called her His cum slut the whole weekend and beat and whipped her ass so hard, she could not sit down for days and her nipples and cunt were so used and abused that they ached whenever she got horny making her more horny.

He let her pleasure herself except for the two days before she was to see Him. In those two days her tits and pussy were totally off limits. TT often masturbated 6 or 7 times a day thinking about her Master and all the things he had and will do to her, for her, with her and inside her.

TT felt like one hot sexy little bitch walking across the patio in those high-heels, fishnets, short tight skirt and sheer silk blouse. TT could almost taste her Master’s cock as she approached the door and rehearsed the greeting He had taught her to say. She knocked on the door and was thinking ahead to kneeling there to serve her Master. The door starts to open . . .

“Master, Sir, TT is here to . . .wha, where is, I am looking for . . .”

“So you are TT,” said the very attractive redhead who answered the door. The next thing that TT knew was that this woman had grabbed her by the hair and her right arm and pulled her inside and pushed her down to the floor. TT was confused. Shere was her Master, who is this women and why did she do that?

“The Master wants you to entertain me until He is ready for you. He told me that you had not been with a woman before.”

TT who had made her way to her feet and started to straighten her clothes said, “Where is my Maa. . . .?” This is as much as TT could get out before the strange gorgeous woman gave her a swift hard backhand across her face, nearly knocking her off her feet again.

The redhead in her tight low cut black leather dress asked, “Did I give you permission to speak, slut?” TT dazed and confused shook her head no and wanted desperately to hear her Master’s voice and to see Him.

“Did Master say anything to you about me?” whispered the woman in TT’s ear. As TT shook her head no, the woman said, “That figures, He always likes to keep us guessing; keep us on our toes. Which reminds me, come here slut,” and with that, the woman grabs a handful of TT’s hair and leads her to a wall below a second story landing. Ropes had been tied to the railings above and the woman put the Master’s leather cuffs on her wrists and tied the cuffs to the ropes. Having her Master’s cuffs on made her feel that this is what He wanted, so she knew she had to do her best to obey this women, but where is He. . . my Master?

“Up on your toes, bitch,” commanded the woman. TT now that she had her Master’s cuffs on responded immediately, though she had nearly lost her balance in her high heels and nearly fell face first, but for the ropes holding her upright.

TT righted herself, stood tall and straight on her toes and looked down at the woman, who was just a few inches shorter than TT’s 5’10.” The women met eyes and stared at one another for what seemed an eternity, sizing each other up, checking the other for flaws and imperfections and not really seeing any started to imagine imperfections in the other.

In these moments, the women hated each other, but also loved and respected one another. It had become clear to TT that her Master was this woman’s Master as well. She had thought herself extremely lucky to be with her sexy, sweet talking, hard-spanking Master and just assumed there had been no one else as He had not mentioned anyone else.

Part of TT was jealous, but that passed very quickly. TT also felt extremely lucky, this woman was gorgeous, tall, long red hair, bigger and fuller tits than TT, long legs, nice round ass and a beautiful face.

If Master already had her, He didn’t NEED me, but wanted me, wanted me to be his sub/cunt/slut/hole–this brought a smile to TT’s face. The other woman who was enjoying checking out this tall young sexy eager slut saw the smile, knew what it meant, and gave TT a quick backhand across her face. TT did not move, but took the blow full force and did not stop smiling and thinking about her Master–or rather
their
Master. The woman looked TT in the eyes and said one word, “bitch” and walked away, leaving TT on her toes up against the wall.

A long time passed as TT looked around the room and remembered each place where He had set her down and had his way with her over and over again; she remembered every touch of her Master, whether a soft kiss or the feel of his full fist inside of her for the first time.

Finally, she heard the sound she longed to hear, His voice. His laugh, that wonderful, powerful, full-bodied, deep, mischievous laugh brought tears of joy of her eyes. He and the woman were talking and laughing; talking, laughing and having a good time with one another–she could hear sloppy kisses, the loud crisp sound of skin to skin as he spanked her bare ass.

TT could not see them, but could hear them from her Master’s bedroom down the hall; they had left the door open so she would hear everything. When she thought of her Master fucking this woman . . . TT thought . . .

TT heard Him call her the same names He had called her, but this woman was not talking back, this woman said nothing. TT cherished her Master for letting her be so vocal and so profane when He brutally fucked her. This pleased TT, and gave her the desire to take whatever the two of them were going to do to her; it is all for her Master’s pleasure and that is all that matters.

When TT heard her master scream, “Cum, cum, cum, you fucking little bitch,” her whole body went into spasms and she pulled violently against the ropes. The ropes kept TT from touching her hot throbbing clit, that and her Master’s will–she knew she could not touch herself for the two days before coming to The Wicked Woods and definitely not here in her Master’s house, not without him being there to tell her what to do in such full glorious and lavish detail.

The other woman screamed out, “Oh God.” and kept repeating that over and over and over again. The other woman panted, moaned, groaned and made some sounds that TT had not heard before.

TT wondered what she sounded like when she came at her Master’s touch. Was she this vocal, this loud, and did she cum for as long as this woman did? TT worked hard to straighten herself up and make her as presentable as possible; after all, He told her exactly what to wear and not to wear.

Then she noticed that there was a dark damp spot on her bright red leather skirt and instantly she knew that would get her into big trouble–Master would know that she came without permission and there was no way she could avoid the punishment–tears, tears of anticipation came to her eyes.

TT heard them start talking again and the woman kept referring to her as “newbie” and as a “slut wanna be.” Master referred to her as TT and “Tiny Tits” and this brought back her humiliation in high school that night in the locker room after cheering the home team to victory in the first football game of the season during her sophomore year. TT could feel her juices starting to run down her legs again–on her new fishnets.

The sound of her Master’s voice brought her back from that night in the locker room into her present situation. He commanded her to close her eyes and to keep them closed until he told her to open them–she did so instantly. He told her to not speak unless He gave her permission and asked if she understood. TT shook her head up and down several times. Her Master thought how much she looked like she was going down on his cock as her head went up and down in a steady rhythm.

The Master explained that the other woman was in the same place as TT is now, a trainee with her first Master, though this was several years ago. He said that this woman was the best that He had ever had and that TT was to show her complete respect and to take a command from her as if it came from his lips. TT did not answer fast enough for her Master, so a riding crop found its way to the top of her left thigh. TT let out a yelp and then quickly added, “Yes Master, Sir, TT will obey her as if she were you Master.”

He added, “Ohh. . . and don’t think it had escaped my attention that you have obviously cum without my permission,” as the riding crop went up under her bright red leather skirt and lifted it up by the part that was wet. The crop stung her clit as He brought it down on her clit and upper lips.