"Remember to keep your head bowed at all times," said Margarite as she led me to the inner chamber. "He knows that you are new, but I expect you to obey the basic rules." I bowed my head instinctively as I stood before the door, naked except for the leather collars around my neck, wrists and ankles. "Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
She waited patiently and when I didn't move she let out a small sigh. "You must kneel, Angela."
Oh course. How could I have forgotten something so basic. I was forgetting everything that Margarite had taught me over the past two days. I had been brought to this place by my lover to be trained as a sub. Tonight would be my initiation with a Master. I quickly dropped to all fours and looked down at the thick tan carpeting beneath me.
Margarite knocked lightly on the door and a deep voice from inside called for us to enter. She slowly opened the door and walked into the middle of the room. I scurried along side of her, stopping next to were she stood.
"Thank you, Margarite," said the voice. It was deep and melodic.
Margarite turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. I felt frightened at being left alone to face what I had come to learn. I kept my eyes fixed on the carpet as I scanned the room. The flicker of a fireplace danced on the carpet to one side and on the other was the draping of a emerald green velvet bedspread.
He walked toward me until his feet stopped just in front of my face. I waited for him to touch me, but he didn't move. He just stood there quietly. The anxiety was screaming inside of me. Perhaps it was patience that I had to learn. I concentrated on his feet, then the hairs caressing his big toe. How I wanted to touch them. I leaned forward and lightly kissed first one foot and then the other, gently caressing his shins with my hair.
He chuckled above me, like a father chuckles at a child learning to walk. "Stand, Angela."
"Thank you, Master." Remembering to keep my head bowed, I rose quickly wanting desperately to see his face. I knew better. I don't know why I was shocked that he was naked, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from his half-erect cock. His hands caressed my breasts softly and then pinched the nipples hard. I gasped as he continued the pressure between his figures. Lost between the pain and the pleasure, I stared at his cock as it twitched and came to life in concert with the torment he was inflicting.
"Oh, please stop," I begged, but the pressure only increased.
"I believe you forgot something," he said sternly. My mind raced to think of what it was as the pressure on my nipples screamed in my head.
"Please stop, Master," I whimpered. He released the tension on my nipples and they throbbed for his touch again.
"Have you been spanked today, Angela?" he asked walked behind me and moving his hand across my ass.
"Yes Master," I answered quickly. It was part of the routine every morning to be spanked by the trainers. I wasn't sure if it was to build up calluses on my behind or to build up a tolerance. Perhaps it was only to ensure I was continually wet.
"Kneel on the bed," he said nudging behind me. "Make your ass to available to me."
"Yes Master," I said quickly moving over to the large canopied bed. I climbed up on my hands and knees facing the wall in front of me. He pulled my legs back so that my knees were almost on the edge of the bed. Once again he ran the palm of his hand over the cheeks of my ass and I squeezed my cunt tight to relieve the tension.
His hand moved down between my legs and he pushed two fingers up inside of me. I moaned as he pushed them in further, digging at my juices. He brought a finger back up and thrust it deep inside my anus, causing me to cry out. SLAP! Came his hand down on my ass and I struggled to say "Thank you, Master."
"Your ass is too tight, Angela," he said walking away from the bed. I heard him open a box on a nearby table and fought to keep my head down. When he returned behind me, I could smell a fragrance of vanilla and wondered what he had in his hand.
"Lean your head down on bed and relax your ass."
"Yes Master," I whispered burying my face into the plush green velvet cover.
He pushed a hard dildo slowly into my ass and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Quickly he moved his hand between my leg and caressed my clit, distracting me from the dildo he was twisting around in my ass. Within moments I was moaning and moving my ass back against him.
His hand left my clit and grabbed my hip as he pushed his hard cock into my wet cunt. The sensation was unbelievable as he pressed against the dildo in my ass from inside of me. I was audibly moaning, forgetting that it was not my pleasure that I had come for, but his. What if I had an orgasm? Was I allowed? Margarite hadn't instructed me about that.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out and I whimpered for more. SLAP! Came his hand again on my ass, stinging my cheek red.
"Thank You, Master." I cooed.
He pulled the dildo out of my ass and took it back over to the table. A fresh dose of vanilla filled the room as he returned to me and rubbed his oiled hand into the cleft of my ass. I felt a panic in my throat as he pressed his hard cock at the opening.
"Tell me that you want me to fuck you in ass," he commanded.
Oh what a true test of submission. To ask him to do something I wasn't sure I wanted. "Yes, Master. Please fuck me in the ass." The words came spilling out as his cock slid deep into my ass. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead as I buried my face into the velvet spread moaning. He left it rigid and still inside for a few moments waiting for me to relax. Then slowly he began to move it in and out.
"Keep saying it, Angela...." he grunted. "Keep asking me to fuck you in the ass."
"Yes Master," I panted. "Fuck me in the ass... please fuck me in the ass." His strokes went deeper as his fingers dug into my hips. "Fuck me harder, Master. Please fuck me in the ass, " I chanted over and over until I thought for certain he would come.
He stopped suddenly and held himself still as I whimpered for more. But, he slowly pulled his cock out and walked into an adjoining room, calling to me to get back down and kneel on the floor. I heard the sound of water running and he returned and stood in front of me.
"Get on you knees, Angela," he said holding a wash cloth out in front of my lowered head. "Wash my cock, now."
"Thank you, Master," I said taking the warm wash cloth and gently washing his cock. I ran the soft cotton behind his cock and around his balls and then back up and down the shaft. It was still hard and swollen as he took the wash cloth out of my hand.
"Suck my cock now, Angela," he ordered.
"Yes Master," I whispered taking his cock in my hand. I edged myself up closer to him and licked up and down on the shaft. He grabbed my hair and pulled it tight in his fist until I yelped. "I said suck it!" His voice was gentle, yet stern.
"Yes, Master." I quickly put the head of his cock into my mouth and began sucking it as hard as I could. He kept his grip on my hair with one hand and ran the thumb of his other hand over my cheek and around my mouth, cupping my face in his caress. He pushed more into my mouth, and I fought to keep from gagging.
"Oh... very nice, Angela," he gasped as his cock hit the back of my throat. I was getting so excited that I started to moan while I sucked. "Take it all," he said pushing my head further down on his cock. "I'm going to give you all of it Angela. Every last succulent drop." He grabbed my head with both hands as he came in my mouth, jerking his body against my lips. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to suck and suck until every last drop had been taken from his cock. When he pulled my head away and released his cock, he stroked my hair tenderly as I rested my head against his leg.
"You've done well, Angela," he said soothingly. "I hope you please me as much with the rest of your lessons." He walked away from me and went towards the door. "You may go now."
I crawled to were he stood and stopped as he opened the door. I quickly kissed his feet one last time before I left the room.