Her Master Demands (Dark BDSM Erotica) (3 page)

It was only during her lunch break that a crack appeared – a
crack that would turn into a gaping chasm. It appeared in the open
in a nearby park – Emily opting for some solitude rather than
joining colleagues for a bite in one of the many over-priced
eateries that populated the area. Taking a moment to sit on a bench
and watch the world go by, Emily’s mind was jolted back to another
bench - the one from the previous evening on which she had been
thoroughly fucked by two different men.

Sitting alone under the summer sun, the memories flooded back
– the hard wooden bench helping her reflect. Her ass was still
aching, part in hurt from the belting and severe poundings she had
taken, part in need to be buggered again – the brutal sex that Her
Master gave her had become addictive after only two sessions. Emily
sat in the heat and closed her eyes, oblivious to everything around
her. She clenched on her asshole, relaxed the sphincter and
clenched again – the muscle twitching around an imaginary phallus
that she fervently wished was actually in her.

Emily repeated the process with her pussy, clenching and
dreaming, recalling great sex. Great, but too brief! How she wished
Her Master had fucked her longer that way, performed like an
athlete giving hours of hard rutting. He had promised to do so and
had repeated the pledge, but as yet had only favoured her with
delicious minutes of teasing. She still needed to earn Her Master’s
cock in her cunt, pounding away and spurting out spunk. With all
else blanked out, she could see his beautiful erection so clearly
in her mind. She could feel it inside her as if it was actually
there, so hard and alive and wonderfully filling.

Blissfully dreaming, remembering the previous evening, a smile
passed her lips as Emily recalled what she assumed was a throw-away
comment when Her Master had seen her fingering her pussy in the
shower...

“
Tut tut, Blondie!” the man had mocked having caught Emily in
the act. “Can’t you wait? You’re such a slut. Perhaps I should make
you a present of a model of my cock and you can have it inside you
whilst you sit at your work desk. Would you like that, Blondie?
Would you like to have me permanently inside you?”

Yes was the answer. At least here in the park Emily would
welcome such a toy. She wished she was riding a replica of Her
Master’s cock right now, secretly fucking herself with a life sized
copy of that stunning erection which fitted her so wonderfully
well. It would be fun – help quench the thirst that tore at her
loins. But a dildo was nothing compared to the real thing – the
living flesh that Her Master possessed, its warmth inside her, and
the friction that it brought – the hard virility that it
represented as it plunged in and out of her body.

Emily pussy started to gush – the memory of Her Master fucking
her exciting her so much. She daydreamed, recalling the sex and her
subjugation, wondering when it would happen again, desperate for
that cock to be inside her once more, delivering against the
boastful promise that Emily was sure Her Master was well capable
of.

When would it happen? He had said it would be soon, but then
almost two weeks had elapsed between the first and second times, so
was a fortnight his definition of ‘soon’. Certainly a repeat
tonight was highly unlikely. There had been no message this
morning, like the day before, summonsing Emily to stay late in the
office and be at the elevator at a particular time. But another
summons would undoubtedly come, Emily was sure of that – tomorrow,
or the day after, or the following week. Perhaps another fortnight
would have to pass, which would be a hideous wait, but the summons
would come, and Emily would go to the basement for whatever Her
Master chose to do, alone, or in the company of another
man.

A thrill of excitement washed through her. There was danger in
this dark sordid affair – this total compliance to a dominant man’s
will. But she found the brutal sex was so incredibly good: Emily
wallowing in a nature she never realised she possessed; Her Master
nourishing her needs so well, ploughing her deep and planting his
seed inside her, mixing it with the seed of another man.

A flush of guilt struck her as she recalled the bliss of those
ejaculations – big bare cocks spurting into her bowels. That was
bad! It was very, very, bad! As was her subsequent behaviour last
night. Getting Les to fuck her! What was that all about? On
reflection, that single act of fornication with her husband was
much wickeder than the double infidelity, which in itself was
shocking in its whorish depravity.

She shouldn’t have done it. Emily realised that now - not
without having a check up first! It wasn’t fair on poor Les,
putting him at risk. Everything about what she was allowing was
wrong - something would have to be done.

‘But what?’ Emily wondered, taking a moment to consider the
big picture whilst still hankering for Her Master’s cock, which she
knew for certain she could never forsake, even if she was given a
choice.

Confess to Les and risk a split?

No! The idea of breaking up with Les didn’t appeal at all.
After four years together, Emily had grown accustomed to having him
around. He was like an old pair of slippers, comfortable and worn
in. He was Welsh and middle class, but that was forgivable, and it
gave Emily an excuse to act superior. Whilst he lacked the social
graces that good breeding bestows, Les was actually pretty smart,
and his work as a freelance journalist kept him well informed on a
whole variety of topics. Emily had never admitted it, but Les was
actually quite an interesting guy. Naturally, after four years the
passion between them had waned, but up until recently, Emily had
never hankered for endless wild sex – what she had with Les had
suited her fine. At thirty-one, Les was a few years older – a
good-looking bloke, easy on the eye, and a bane in the life of
Emily’s evil older sister which was reason enough to stick with the
guy. The truth of the matter was, in many respects he was perfect
for Emily who should have considered herself lucky to have such a
treasure: a dotting husband who was loving and faithful, accepting
of Emily’s prickly nature without ever uttering a word of
complaint.

‘But would he accept infidelity?’ Emily asked
herself.

Probably was the answer. If it ever came out, Les would be
hurt, but he would probably accept for the sake of the marriage, as
long it was just a fling.

And safety had been practiced!

That was the thing Les would never accept – Emily putting him
at risk with unprotected sex. That more than anything was totally
unfair.

But what could she do? Take another test before having sex
with Les again? That might be sensible, but what then thereafter?
Defy Her Master the next time he demanded that another bare cock
went inside Emily’s body and fired out its dangerous mess? That
would be the rational thing to do, but Emily knew she would never
be able to refuse any aspect of the sex should Her Nemesis decide
to share her again.

Emily pondered. Questions raged. The thought of Her Master’s
beautiful cock punctuated every phrase. Then suddenly she was
jolted by a demanding tone emanating from her Chanel bag. Emily
took the mobile out and saw the number. It was a call from the
office – nothing unusual there - several of her co-workers had her
private number. Yet Emily gulped, struck by guilt and a dark
foreboding.

She took the call.

“Hello,” she tentatively said with a fluttering in her
heart.

“Enjoying the sunshine, Blondie?” asked a voice Emily
recognised all too well.

Emily gasped in reply. She was gripped by terror. It was Her
Master - Her Master from the basement, a man who Emily wanted with
a passion, and whose cock she was mentally riding at that very
moment. She had hoped for some contact – a summons for more sex.
But this was wrong – Her Nemesis Master had no business calling her
when out of the office. And how the hell did he get the number! How
did he know where Emily was!

“I asked you a question, Blondie!” snapped the man down the
phone. “Now don’t get me angry by refusing to answer.”

“Ye... Ye... Yes,” stammered Emily, her eyes darting around in
panic. “Yes Master,” she quietly added, knowing she had to, even
here in the park, out in the open with so many people
around.

“Lucky you!” the man continued, his voice a snarling laugh. “I
wish I could go for a walk and get some fresh air, sit on a park
bench and look at all the fit girls sunning themselves on the
grass. Not that a cock slut like you would be looking at the girls.
But I bet there are plenty of tasty male bodies on display. Have
you seen anyone you like – some topless young hunk flashing his
pecs, whose cock you’d like to get out and ride?”

“No Master!” Emily protested.

“Don’t worry, Blondie – I’m not the jealous type. I thought
you would have realised that after yesterday. But if you weren’t
lusting after a nearby cock, you must have been thinking about one
– a slut like you would be doing nothing else.”

Emily blushed at the accusation. Unusually for her she was
left speechless by its accuracy.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” the man laughed again. “And whose
would it have been? Come on Blondie, be honest. I won’t be offended
if you say my Italian friend’s – it was certainly an impressive
piece of meat he boasted – biggest darn cock I’ve ever seen! Was
that it: where you whorishly daydreaming of Italian salami ramming
into your cunt or up your filthy ass?”

“No Master. It was your cock I was thinking of,” Emily quietly
admitted.

The man chortled, clearly happy with this fact. “How sweet!”
he then teased. “If you’re so hooked on what I’ve got, perhaps you
should rush back and go down to the basement and I’ll give you a
lunchtime fix in the washroom.”

“If that is what you’d like, then yes – I’ll come back
straight away, Master,” answered Emily, a rush of excitement
flooding her body at the prospect of another fucking from this
brute of a man.

“You are such a slut, Blondie – a real glutton for my cock,”
Her Master said in a sneer. “But sorry - no can do. I’ve got an
important meeting happening soon. So unlike everyone else, I’m here
at my desk, chatting to you to calm my nerves.”

Emily didn’t know what to say in response. She felt deflated,
having had her whorish hopes raised and then instantly dashed. And
she had been taken out of her depth by this first ever call, so
words were not coming easy to this normally chatty young woman. But
she knew that something was needed. Politeness demanded some sort
of reply.

“I hope it goes well – the meeting.”

“It bloody well better!” came back the man, his voice sure and
confident despite his claim to nerves. “I’ve invested a lot of time
and effort on the ground work – put myself out in a whole variety
of ways, so I’ll be seriously pissed off if anything goes wrong.
After all my hard work, I deserve the sort of break in life it
would give me... Anyway, enough about that – it’s not why I’m
ringing. I thought I’d call to put your mind at rest.”

“My mind at rest?” echoed Emily, her hopes rising again.
Perhaps another summons was about to be made - this evening, or
sometime soon. “My mind at rest about what, Master?”

“About the two things that are troubling you right now,
airhead... Firstly the Italian with the massive dick - of course he
was clean! So no need to sneak off to the clinic again... Well done
for resisting the temptation to go there this morning. That shows
an element of trust, Blondie – or at least enough intelligence to
work it out that I’m not some suicidal Kamikaze who would stick his
bare cock up an ass where some diseased piece of meat has just
spurted inside.”

“Thank you for telling me, Master,” Emily answered with
obvious relief.

“I won’t put you at risk, Blondie. Not in that way at least. I
suppose loads of slime-balls would say the same, but you can
believe me because I’m not one of them. A bastard, yes, but not a
slime-ball... So you can absolve yourself of the one piece of guilt
where that husband of yours is concerned... Now, regarding the
second matter...”

“Which is, Master?” Emily asked, a touch of mischief to her
voice, praying that this matter would be another encounter in the
basement for more hot steamy sex. She was to be left shocked and
disappointed by the answer.

“Oh stop acting the innocent... the collar of course. I take
it you still have it and have brought it to the office.”

“Yes Master,” said Emily, her guts twisting in dread. This was
the horror she had battled to suppress.

“That’s good! That’s saved you a punishment. If you had
answered me wrongly then I would have beaten the shit out of you
after work, without the compensation of a fucking at the end... So
where is it?”

“It’s in my bag Master, along with the leash.”

“Not wearing it then!” the man sternly accused.

“No Master,” Emily fearfully admitted.

“Don’t you think you should?”

“Please, Master! Please! Don’t make me! Not at work!” Emily
bleated.

“Ha! I knew that was your other big worry!” the man
triumphantly claimed. “Well all right, Blondie. As you performed so
well yesterday and made such an impression on our Italian friend to
whom I owed a big favour, I’ll do you this favour in return: I’m
not going to embarrass you in front of all the folks on the top
floor by insisting that you wear the collar at all times. I’ll only
expect you to wear it in my presence.”