by Aaron Evans
I took a breath as I met his gaze. “Yes, Master Victor. I want your collar.”
He held my gaze for a long moment, and then moved smoothly to the next subject. “Your writing. That was what you were gasping about, before I fucked your hungry mouth. Not your apartment, or your job, but your writing.”
I simply looked at him, not knowing what to say. He smiled.
“You remember I told you. It starts here. We are going to use your writing to take care of your little pride problem. It’s your first task.”
I was having a hard time focusing. The wine was wonderful. His dark hair and piercing eyes were mesmerizing. He smelled like the forest at night. I didn’t want to talk about my writing.
“I don’t know what you mean, Master Victor.”
He smiled. “Have you ever considered trying to get published?”
I shook my head. “Ugh. No. I prefer working for the paper. Just the facts.”
He laughed at that. “Well the facts are what I am interested in.” His voice became steel. “Finish your wine.”
I smiled at him, taking it all in a single swallow. I would have drunk twice as much, three times, if it brought him to his point. I needed him. I needed the sound of his voice when he came, needed to feel his seed trickle down my leg or cheek.
He smiled at me. “Good little whore. Don’t worry. Daddy is going to fuck you. But first I am going to tell you how you are going to learn your lessons.” He grinned at me. “You are going to self-publish some books.”
I was confused. “Self-publish? That’s for losers who can’t get a real deal.” His smile grew larger.
“You are going to self-publish, on Amazon.com. You are going to do it under your own name, and you are going to tell the world what I do to you, and how much you love it.” His grin grew wider. “Furthermore, you will get fans. They will email you and tell you things to do, and you will do them. Anyone who knows you will recognize your name. It will do your vain ass some good to have strangers telling you what to do.”
I felt my nipples get hard at the idea. I thought of thousands of people reading about the things that Master Victor did to me. The idea made me gush.
“Take One.” I slid to the floor, placing my hands behind my back.
“Did you want the camisole off, Master Victor?”
He admired my tits for a moment. “No. And don’t do that with your arms. Rub your hungry little pussy for me.”
I did, both of my hands working between my legs. My eyes drifted closed, and I sighed.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is a whisper.
Talking was hard, but it was so much easier with my eyes closed. “I want your cock, Master Victor. I want to please you. I want to be dripping with your come. I want my pussy to be sore when you're through. I want to be your whore.” My fingers moved faster. “I want to cry, because you are fucking my ass so hard I'm afraid I will bleed. I want you to bury yourself in my pussy, and bite my tits when you come.” I heard a soft rustling, and I peeked. He was taking off his suit. I almost slipped a finger inside, but stopped myself.
My pussy was like a forge fire. I gasped and sighed. I was so close, but knew better than to come without permission.
“I want you to take me to parties, and sell my ass to mask-wearing strangers. I want to wake up in the morning, and know that your come is my breakfast.” He was walking, moving closer, but I ignored him. “I want to be ruined by you. I want to spend my day with your come drying on my face, where everyone can see it. I want you to fuck me in the movie booths at the porn shop, while you charge other men a quarter to watch.”
I opened my eyes. He was naked, less than a foot away from me. I was panting. I was his whore.
“Goddamn. Oh fuck.” I looked at him, begging, “I am so close, Master Victor. Let me come? Please?” My voice is high, like a little girl’s.
“No.”
I want to scream and cry.
“Take Three.”
I flip over, my ass in the air. My hips are moving of their own accord. I cannot stop them. It is as if I hope to hypnotize him with my ass.
“I’m spanking you.” Not a whipping. No tawse or belt. A spanking. That meant his sweet, heavy hand.
“Yes, sir. Please use me. God. Please.” I wanted to drift my fingers back between my legs. I wanted to rub my slick slit while looking into his eyes. That would be torture, however. If I went against him, he would tie me up and torment me until dawn.
Then I felt his hand on my ass. I hissed. It stung where he struck me, right where he had whipped me earlier.
“Ow, ow, ow.” I was about to cry again. “Master. Please.”
“Do I need to spank your clit?” He traced his hand along my pussy lips for emphasis.
“Please, no, Master Victor. Please just fuck me.”
“I think I will.” I felt his cockhead along the inside of my thigh. At its touch, my pussy gushed, a trail of wetness dripping down my leg.
“Sir. Please. Master Victor. Fuck me. I was made for your cock. Ruin me.” It was a litany. A prayer.
“I will let you decide how I am going to fuck you. If you want me in your pussy, I will spank you nine times.” I whimpered, but he continued, as if he hadn’t heard. “If you don’t think you can handle nine, then I will fuck your ass. In that case, I will spank you five times.” I could hear the grim smile in his voice.
“Master Victor, my pussy needs you. I need to worship you with my cunt.” I looked back over my shoulder. “But I belong to you. Fuck me however you want, with whatever you want, for however long you want. Whip me. Pierce my nipples with safety pins. I belong to you.” I looked at him, my eyes full of tears.
He sighed. It was a contented, happy sound. “Oh. You are a wonderful little whore. I am going to enjoy you so much.” He drew back a hand and struck me squarely on the ass. Once. Twice. Tears threatened to spill over.
“Three more, little whore. I’ll let you off easy, tonight. Then I’ll fuck you however I wish.”
Relief boiled out of me. “Thank you, Master Victor.”
He held my ass cheeks apart, and spanked me right on my asshole. It was painful. It was humiliating.
I screamed and lurched.
Then, just as I pulled away from the pain, he buried himself in my pussy.
He was hard as steel. He was soft as a whisper. He hands dug into my hips, into my ass, and I knew I could never get away. He could hold me there, like a prisoner, and fuck me all he wanted. He could use me like a doll, like a drug. I sobbed as he fucked me. I gasped, I screamed. It was like his cock was made of relentless stone. He was a fire that my wetness had been created by God to quench.
I cried and moaned. My body trembled with every stroke.
“Thank you. God Thankyouthankyo—.” My words babbled into nonsense.
“You seem to be a happy little whore.” He laughed, spanking me as he plunged into me some more. I gasped, pushing back against him.
“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Sir. Yes, Master. Please. Please fuck me.” I was so close to coming. I knew that when I did I was going to gush all over him. I was going to cover his perfect, plum-sized balls with my come.
“May I rub my clit, Master Victor? Please. Oh God, please let me rub myself while you fuck me.” I didn’t know how I sounded, and I didn’t care. I needed his cock. I needed him to fuck me until I was unconscious every day for the rest of my life.
“If you touch your clit, then I’m fucking your ass.”
I whimpered at the thought. “Master Victor, please fuck my pussy? Please let me touch myself while you fuck me? It’s your hole, Sir. You’re my Daddy and it’s your hole.” I pushed back against him even harder now.
“That’s the arrangement, bitch. If you touch yourself, I will fuck you in the ass.”
I mewled and pouted, but he ignored me. One of his hands moved from my ass and grasped my hair. I cried out as he pulled me by my hair onto his magnificent cock, crooning the entire time.
“You’re such a good little whore. Such
a nasty little bitch. This is what you were made for. Your only job is to service me, to take care of my cock.”
I thought I was going to cry. His fucking was like fire. Without thinking, without fully realizing, my hand drifted between my legs.
“Daddy!” I almost screamed. “Master Victor. I need to come. Please pleaseplease…”
He pulled out, and slapped me on the ass, three quick times. “Shut up, you little whore.” His voice was tinged with danger. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
My fingers rubbed faster.
I felt his engorged cockhead nuzzling at my asshole.” If you’re going to come, you have to do it while I’m inside you.”
‘Yes. Yes. Yes. Please.” It was all I could say. My fingers were flying. My juice was dribbling down my hand, down my wrist.
His hands were on my hips again. His thick, engorged cock pushed its way into my ass.
“Now.”
I screamed his name.
I came so hard I saw stars.
Everything I had ever loved poured from my pussy, trickling over his balls. My wetness made a puddle beneath us. I trembled and shook. My ass lurched back against him, begging for his come. I cried his name.
I was his.
He had my arms somehow, one in each hand. He was pulling on them, dragging my entire body off of the floor.
“You need to beg me, little bitch.”
“Please… Master Victor. Please….. come in…. my ass. Please… use me.” My voice was a staccato, soon I wasn’t talking anymore; I couldn’t speak. I was wailing and crying as my entire body moved with him. I was a toy. I was a wet hole he was using to please himself with.
“Fuck. Oh God. Fuck!”
He was still pulling on both of my arms. My tits were easily a foot off of the floor, and my entire body was bouncing back and forth as he used me. He swore at me, calling me a filthy bitch and a cheap little whore who lived to swallow his come. He whispered my name, over and over, as his thick cock tore its way into my asshole, relentless, apologizing for nothing. My entire body was taut, and I wailed.
I have no idea how long he fucked me that way. I didn’t care if it was lovemaking or it was fucking.
“Who’s my little whore?” His voice was raspy.
“I am, Daddy. I’m your little whore.”
Then he was coming. I felt him tremble like a ship in a storm. His cock pulsed and twitched as he pumped his come inside me. I clenched at him, wishing to God I could keep him there, hold him inside me. I was back in Three now, and he dug into my ass cheeks, holding me while he used me. Holding me while he used my ass. I was like a child before him. I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to.
“I have more.” He pulled away, using a small towellette to wipe himself clean. I didn’t know where it came from; I didn’t care. I would have taken him straight into my mouth. I didn’t care that he had been in my ass. I didn’t care about anything.
He owned my mouth. He could fuck it any way he wished.
“Lay back. I’m going to straddle your face.” I did as he said, still in a haze of fuck and passion and love. In moments, he had me happily, hungrily tonguing his balls, my hands stroking his shaft.
He screamed when he came again. He covered my face and tits with his warmth.
I don’t remember being put into the bed.
3
I have no idea what time it was when I awoke. There was no clock anywhere in the room. It was mostly white and off-white. Like all beds in Master Victor’s house, it was a king, and plush.
There was a note on the writing desk.
‘Tasia
I want you to have an idea of what to expect today. Today is the day we decide if you are worthy of my collar. That’s the arrangement.
Remember. You belong to me, but everything is always handled. No worries.
Your schedule for the day is as follows.
You will begin writing, starting from last night. You will write your experiences, in the first person. If you ever refer to the reader, or acknowledge them, you will consider them your Daddy, and acknowledge them as such. It will be a short work. In the back, you will include the email address [email protected]. This is so readers may communicate with you and treat you like the whore you are.
We will meet for brunch. You will wear the clothes I have hanging in the bathroom, and nothing else. After brunch, we will go to your apartment, and get your things.
Later, I will be giving you to Autumn. From then on, until I return, you will belong to her. I know you love the taste of pussy, but you are still unskilled in pleasing a woman. Tonight Autumn and Lydia will have use of you. Do everything they say and I won’t have to be harsh with you.
Autumn will tell me if I should keep you or not.
All of the things you brought are in the dresser for now. If you have changed your mind, take them and leave. Don’t come back. If you are still here when I come to get you for brunch, then I will know what you have chosen.
V
I only thought for a moment. Belonging to Master Victor was a foregone conclusion, but the idea of him letting Autumn be the one who got to choose….
I shuddered, thinking of her wicked eyes. Tormenting me had made her so wet and she only had me for a few hours then. I saw the huge strap-on that she liked to use on the girls, and it was terrifying. I’d rather be fisted than face her huge cock.
It wasn’t my choice. Not anymore.
I settled down to write.
And that, Daddy, is how I started writing your book.
My name is Natasha Winters, but Master Victor will only call me ‘Tasia. I am writing this book because I belong to you. I am here for you to fuck and use however you wish. I am your wet hole, and I need to feel you come all over my face and tits. I need to see the look in your eye while you pleasure yourself with me.
I need to go to sleep at night, and think about your hard cock while you read my book.
I am four inches over five feet tall, and my hair is just longer than my shoulders. It is deep black. You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but my mother was Japanese. The hair came through, but almost nothing else did. I have large blue eyes, and a sensuous mouth. Men love my mouth, and not just because of what I can do with it. It’s a beautiful mouth. Master Victor says my mouth is like a poem.
I have no idea what is going to happen next. Master Victor will have Autumn start to train me, but I am uncertain what he means by that. I have been coming to his place for six months now, and he was “training” me then too. He has beaten me, and slapped me, and used his awful clamps on my breasts. What more can he do?
I know he wants me to tell you everything, Daddy. I know he wants you to know how he is training me. I need a lot of help. I am willful and I don’t listen well. I am vain and proud.
I am getting wet thinking about you reading this.
I wish you could have heard the way he made me whimper and beg, Daddy. I wish you could have seen the look on my face while he fucked my ass, or the dreamy look I get when he fucks my throat. This is my life now. I know that. I need to get—.
Master Victor walked in on me while I was writing.
“Still writing? It was only one night, pet.”
“I slept late, I think.” I ran my fingers through my mussed hair, but it was a lost cause. Inwardly, I cursed. I couldn’t believe I was letting him see me like this. So stupid.
He looked immaculate, of course. He was in a black suit jacket with a brilliant red shirt. He smiled when he saw me running my fingers through my hair.
“Still worried about how we look, are we?”
I froze. It had been an unconscious gesture. I chose my words carefully. “I always want to try to be the girl you deserve, Master Victor.”
He laughed. “Delicately phrased, little pet. I suppose I should expect you to be good with words.” He picked up the papers I had been working on, chuckling after a moment.
“It seems as if you’ve left nothing out.”
I bl
ushed. “It’s all there, Master Victor.”
“I particularly like this line.” He pointed at the paper, and then read: “I want to wake up in the morning, and know that your come is my breakfast.” He smiled at me. “I want to spend my day with your come drying on my face, where everyone can see it.”
My nipples grew hard, my own words haunting me.
“Do you really feel that way?”
I knew the only answer that would please him. I slid onto the carpeted floor, my hands clasping behind my back. I arched my breasts towards him, and fought to hold his eyes.
He smiled and unzipped his pants.
“I had hoped to find you hungry this morning. I have someone I want you to meet.”
I glanced behind him, but the door was closed. I started to ask him what he meant, but he was already caressing my face.
“Open wide, baby girl.”
I did as he asked, and then my mouth was full of him.
I was startled. Not by the suddenness, for he had taken me far more suddenly before. It was not his size either; I had grown used to that.
No. It was his taste. His cock tasted musky, with just a touch of vanilla to it. It was delicious. I couldn’t decide whether I enjoyed the taste or the smell more.
“This is Sue.” He sighed as he ran his fingers through my hair. Then, he grasped and began to fuck my mouth in earnest. “Sue is a troublesome girl. She is in the Closet.”
It took me a moment to register what he was saying. He wasn’t actually introducing someone to me; he was giving me a taste of another woman. He was using my mouth to clean the juice of another woman off of his cock.
My pussy tingled at the thought. I wanted to touch my clit, but knew better than to ask.