Just a Beginning... Master and slave meet at the hotel
Here is something I wrote of one night Master (before He was Master to me) and I spent a night together... (I've abridged it somewhat to save space- I see most of the prose posted here is fairly short.)
They met outside the hotel, where he was famously smoking a cigar. She liked to watch him smoke his cigars and listen to him talk- about any topic.
She walked up to him with a smile on her face and a cigarette in her hand, ready for the warm and wet kiss he gave her in greeting.
Soon they were in the room together. Recognizing the symbolism of crossing the threshold into a new space with him, she smiled nervously to herself, wondering how she would fare. Knowing what he wanted from her, cognizant of her own desire to give it, she still worried she would fail.
At his command, she stripped herself for his view, standing in front of him as he sat at the edge of the hotel's gaudily decorated bed. Once he was satisfied, he told her to kneel at his feet. He taught her how she should present herself to him: knees apart, palms upturned resting on thighs, head down. Although she had once served another who had required averted gaze, this step was a first from him. Not expecting that order, she automatically looked back up. Surprising her again, he slapped her cheek with just enough force to incite quick apology and a bowed head.
"You don't move unless I say you may. Do you understand?"
She let him know she did by nodding, "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. When I want you to look up again, I will let you know," with which he lifted her chin.
She was getting heady again, almost light-headed, from the ambience in which he had quickly surrounded them: a new slave presenting before her new master, though she had not spoken the words to confirm it.
After she obediently removed his shoes and clothes, they finally wrapped themselves around each other, touching and seeking the other's skin and scents missed during the week apart. Tongues and lips entwined in desperately anticipated embrace while fingers and toes mingled in long-awaited rendezvous.
The softness of their lovemaking with which he had begun could not stand up to the ferocious passion at which he was so skilled. Soft, wet kisses gave way to violent lingual intrusions; warm, gentle caresses became pinches and slaps. Soon his hands were buried in her hair, forcefully guiding her head in different directions at his whim; his hand blanketed her face, pushing her into the bed as he molested her flesh with his teeth. His voracious brutality aroused and elated her to no end, filling her with insatiable need for more from him.
His hands in her hair directed her mouth to the hardest part of his body, to which she went willingly, glad for the chance to please him. Her mouth opened wide to suck him inside, deep down her throat. Choking and gagging, fighting the vomit with effort that brought tears to her eyes, she was nevertheless thrilled to be of such pleasing service to him. His complimentary affirmations that she was a good girl were such sweetness to her heart; they motivated her to work harder for his enjoyment.
More than simply physical pleasure, his fingers pinching her nose closed while he stuffed her airway with his huge cock brought an indescribable rush to her senses, from the inside out, completely filling her needs and craving to please and be controlled- that she was literally breathing only by his consent elevated her to rapture neverending.
In bed, he completely owned her- an act of submission which came naturally from her. In bed, she was wholly his to manipulate, her body his to manhandle as he wished. In bed, she screamed with pleasure from the pain of his sharp teeth enclosing her skin, knowing she would be marked colorfully tomorrow. In bed, she welcomed his domination, craving the full power exchange to which she so easily yielded there; her heart convulsed and her body shivered at his fingers wrapping around her throat, briefly but completely cutting off her oxygen access. In those moments, a wraith of fear whispered through her- stimulating her even more, bringing her face-to-face with his rule over her.
All the while he entered her, his muscular limbs encircled her body, immoblilizing her for his use. His hard torso pressed down on hers, into her abdomen, almost painfully; his fingers probed into her, seeking the organs beneath the deepest dermal layer.
Savagely, he contorted her body, twisting her legs to create a different access route to that which was now his. As she lay, hips sideways, trunk straight and flush against the bed, she looked up at him, emitting irrepressible sounds of burning ecstasy at volumes beyond her control.
When the rapid succession of hard slaps came suddenly across her face, she was stunned at their force. They evoked that murmur of fear again, yet exhilirated her just the same. Orgasmic euphoria seeped through her at the intoxication of this man's absolute authority over every part of her body, the delight of his penis inside her, this man whom she knew she would be calling "Master" soon.
