The urge to be subservient overwhelmed Serina as she opened the door and David pushing her up against the wall to take control of the situation. The black nightgown she had worn for this special occasion lay on the floor within seconds. He ripped it off and it lay in tatters at her feet. She stood before him naked and blushing. She was embarrassed but aroused at being naked in his presence for the first time.
“You are beautiful,” David whispered in her ears. He pulled her naked body into his arms and whispered something else into her ears. Serina nodded without hesitation. She was here to serve her Master.
She undressed him slowly and with his permission caressed his body. Within minutes, he stood before her naked with his erection waving around in the thickened sexual air. The magnitude of having her Master naked in front of her for the first time embarrassed Serina. She dared not look at his body because her emotions would spill over like a drink overflowing a glass. David seized the opportunity to begin training her and ordered her to step back and look at his body.
Slowly, Serina raised her eyes and filled it with the naked beauty of David Toussaint. Her reaction was instantaneous and unhidden. Her face turned a crimson red and her lips quivered with hunger as she fell in love with his eyes, nose, lips, chin, his hairy chest; and swinging slowly between his thick thighs was the most beautiful dick she had ever seen in her life. It called to her as it rose in strength and pointed directly at her.
“Come here, Serina.”
“Yes, Master,” Serina answered as if it was the most natural thing to call him Master and not David.
He whispered in her ears again and she dropped to her knees. The heat of his breath burned her ears, and her lips and mouth were on fire. She did what was asked of her as his manhood waved in front of her face and her head moved forward to taste what her body had been craving, but he pushed her to the ground and she fell back. Serina lay there confused and angry, but she quickly regained her composure. A slave does not defy her Master, and she wanted to completely submit to his will. If he wanted her on the floor then that is where she belonged. He knew best. He knew how far too push her to tap into her deepest sexual desires. She wanted her every thought and movement controlled in the bedroom.
David wanted to torture and tease her, and he wanted it as much as she did. He had to demonstrate from the outset that he was the dominant one. He had to lead the way so she would follow. Looking down at her on the floor, legs spread open and both sets of lips ready to please made his dick even harder. He got off on the power trip of owning her and controlling her. Sex within the parameters of the normal interaction didn’t do anything for him. It was bland—boring. He needed this to get his blood flowing hot with passion. He needed her to inspire him in the bedroom.
Wordlessly, he signaled to her that she could get up and he cast his eyes down to his throbbing erection. He would allow her the pleasure of sucking his dick. “Thank you, Master.”
For the next few minutes, Serina sucked, pulled, caressed and choked on every inch of David’s erection. He held her head between his hands and at times would control how many inches she could have at one time. Serina was greedy and wanted it all. In a small act of defiance, she tried to take more than what her Master had offered her, and she felt the force of his anger for her defiance. He pulled her head back and as she looked up at him with innocent eyes; he slapped her twice across the right side of her face. They were controlled slaps meant to send a message, Do as you’re told! It wasn’t the first time a man hit Serina, but it was the first time it was done during the act of sexual pleasure. The suddenness of his violent outburst both shocked and excited her. It made her pussy tingle and her nipples got harder.
She wanted more but she dared not ask for it. They played a game of cat and mouse to see who would give in first. Serina, though inexperienced, had a talented mouth, lips, and tongue. She sucked her Master’s dick as if she had a MDD (Master’s Dick Degree) in oral pleasure. She wanted him to fill her throat so she could swallow him dry. He refused to give in to what she wanted, as was his intention, so she tried harder to please her Master. Just when she felt the veins in his dick pulsating and ready to erupt, he pulled away and stopped himself from exploding.
“I want you to bathe me. Go turn the shower on.”
“Yes Master.”
Serina got up to walk away but couldn’t take her eyes off her Master’s dick which was still hard and looked lonely without her lips curled around it. She wanted more but was still unsure of the rules of Master and slave.
“Can I have another taste, Master?”
Without waiting for her Master’s response, Serina made a grave error, reached for his outstretched erection, and felt its warmth slide through her fingers. She dropped to her knees again to taste the sweet drops of his release. Her lips parted slowly, her tongue slid smoothly towards his glistening quenching liquid, and just as her eyes rolled back in their sockets to welcome his erection into its new home; her Master knelt down on one knee and grabbed her roughly by her jaw.
“Did I tell you to suck my dick? Did I give you permission to taste me?”
“No Master…I’m sorry.”
“Slaves don’t think. They just do what they are told. Get up!”
Her Master got up and walked over to the bed and motioned Serina to lie down across his lap.
Serina knew what was coming next. No one had ever done that to her before. She was fearful and excited. She silently hoped that her disobedience would result in this, but she knew that she had displeased her Master and that saddened her. A good slave always pleases her Master. Even as a child, she had learned this lesson well, to do as you’re told or suffer the consequences. Her submission to authority had begun at an early age. She was well schooled in following directions.
Serina stretched out her entire body on her Master’s lap and he tenderly ran his fingers from her feet to between her thighs and up her back. He did this a few times as her body trembled under his touch. As he did this, he whispered sweet words through her hair and it kissed her ears. She was in heaven. Every word that he said, she would nod yes.
“You are mine. You will do as I say. You are never to question my authority. I own you now. I am your Master and you are my slave. Your will is not your own. Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine. Your ass is mine…every sweet orifice on your body is mine. Do you understand? You are here to serve me. I will fuck you when I want…how I want…and you will accept it without any question.”
Every word from her Master’s lips made Serina’s clit throb and her pussy wetter. This is what she had always dreamed about and until recently had almost given up hope of it becoming a reality. Now that it was happening, she was only too happy to submit and give her body and mind completely to her Master. She couldn’t help herself as her body began to spasm uncontrollably and she felt her orgasm building. That’s when she felt the first waves of her Master exerting his control over her. His right hand came down on her naked flesh and sounded like a whip being snapped when hand met her soft naked flesh.
“Oh Master, please.”
“Don’t speak!”
“Yes Master,” she whimpered.
He continued spanking her and Serina swallowed her tears, her cries, and numerous orgasms…and still—he continued to punish her. When he was finally finished spanking her, they were both drenched in sweat and Serina was unable sit down. She felt pain, but a pain she would gladly accept every time.
This was the beginning of their Master and slave relationship.
Serina didn’t blink as she watched her Master descend down the escalator like a bronzed god descending from the skies. You are so beautiful she thought to herself, like an Adonis. The rain had stopped falling and she was thankful that her hair kept its body. She wanted to look perfect for her Master as she smoothed out her dress and ran her fingers through her brown hair. The evening that lay ahead would be filled with untold passion and Serina smiled at her good fortune. The lips of her already moist pussy rubbed to
gether as if they were clapping lips cheering for her Master. They soon would be filled with the thickness of her Master. She hoped that he would water her already moist garden with every drop of sweet water from his dick. The sensation of having him come inside of her pussy and mouth was the ultimate sense of accomplishment for Serina. It was only then did she feel that she completely served her Master.
David stepped into the evening and the night became more beautiful. Serina wasn’t aware that she was holding her breath until she released it and she felt a rush of oxygen flooding her lungs. The sight of this man did things to her that she never felt before. Every step he took closer to her was a step that he took deeper into her essence. She wanted to hold him there and keep him all to herself. She knew this was selfish, but the power of her desire and love outweighed all things rational. She wanted to merge her body and mind with his, to become one so that they would be indistinguishable. She had images of them swimming together like fish in the ocean, swimming aimlessly with no direction, not a care in the world except the immediacy of satisfying their desires to feed on each other’s mind and body. Serina was in love. She knew that she would not be able to keep it from her Master. The words were stamped all over face so she assumed that he already knew, but just hadn’t said anything as yet.
He was a few feet away from her and coming fast. She was pleased that he wore the black pinstripe suit that she tailored for him. He smiled when she presented it to him that day and it made her giddy to please him. It was the same sort of intense giddiness she felt the day after their first encounter, and a permanent blush was painted on her light skin. Surprisingly, he had called that day to check on her and hearing his words through the receiver was like having his hands, fingers, tongue, lips, and dick inside of her simultaneously. As Serina squirmed in her chair, she put one hand between her thighs to try and stem the flood of an impending orgasm. It was too late. When he claimed her again as his, she moaned with joy and her clit pulsated without shame. She relaxed, leaned back in her chair and allowed her orgasm to consume her. No one in the office heard her quiet moans as her orgasm sustained its life far beyond the birth of a normal orgasm. It was the first time she came without being physically touched, but he had touched her in ways that not even her Master could imagine or comprehend. There are some experiences that defy logic and to try to capture them in words would be wholly insufficient.
He was here.
Everything around her cease to exist: cabs honking trying to get passengers, airplanes flying overhead, or passengers struggling with their baggage. The only thing that mattered to Serina was that her Master was here.
“Hello Serina.”
She kept her head down as she approached him. All she saw was the gray pavement and his black shoes when she stood right in front of him. Goosebumps lined her exposed arms like thousands of little brown dots. She was in his space and inhaled the scent of his cologne. It surged through her like electricity running through wire. She wanted to be in his arms, but she had to wait for his permission.
“Hello Master.”
He touched her under her chin with the lightest of touches and his touch directed her to look into his eyes. He knew the power he had over her and wanted to exercise his dominance. He knew she wanted a kiss, a hug, but to deny her would only intensify the pleasure later on. No words were exchanged. It was an exchange of sexual energy that didn’t need to be verbalized. If he had asked her to drop to her knees at that instant—Serina would have complied. He walked to the passenger side of the car and left his bag on the sidewalk. Serina picked it up and deposited it in the backseat.
She slid into the driver’s seat and her dress rode up her thighs leaving her legs exposed. Even though she could not see his eyes, she knew that he was watching her. The intensity of his stare felt like heat piercing her skin and caressing her thighs. Her pussy was on fire like a burning brushfire in California and he had not even laid a finger on her yet. How is it possible that one person can have such power over another human being? It reminded Serina of the scene from “Malcolm X” when Denzel Washington had all the men from the nation of Islam ready to act on his signal. A police officer said to no one in particular, “No man should have that much power.” David had all the power and she wanted to give him more.
The hotel wasn’t that far from the airport, and they would be there in less than fifteen minutes. David had other plans for Serina. As she pulled out of the parking lot, he turned to face her from across from the passenger’s seat and ran his hands up her thighs until he touched the warmth of her pussy lips. She was never to wear any underwear or bra unless he told her to wear them. His hands felt strong, sure of what it wanted to do and knowing what turned Serina on. She stared straight ahead as his eyes bore into her, and she tried to concentrate on the traffic ahead. He used his fingers to spread her legs further apart and slid them one by one inside of her moistness without any resistance. She was wet and ready to be fucked.
“I know you’re hungry, Serina,” he teased her as he fed her the warm juices from her pussy that dripped on his fingertips then licked his own fingers.
“Thank you Master,” she purred as she sucked his fingers while keeping her eyes on the road. Traffic had come to a stop. There was an accident up ahead. They were boxed-in with nowhere to go.
He was moving around in his seat. Undoing his pants, opening his jacket and revealing to her the sweetest dick her eyes had ever seen.
“Come here,” he ordered her. “Suck your Master’s dick.”
Serina didn’t have to be told twice. She quickly undid her seatbelt and reached for his erection which was swaying back and forth like a seductive dream that she had to taste. The veins of his erection looked like roots growing from a tree; each one pulsating and vital with the ability to give life. That’s how she felt as her tongue traced up and down the full length of her Master’s dick. With every encounter, she felt more alive and secure in the knowledge that she had found herself. She no longer felt as if she was wandering in the dark in search of answers. The light was now on. The answers were right here pulsating between her lips. Every time they were together, she discovered secrets about herself that up until now had been a mystery to her. The answer for her was absolute servitude to her Master.
The full length of his erection could not be contained in the smallness of her sweet mouth, and he used his hands to hold her head still as the rest of his manhood slipped inside the wetness of her throat.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to,” he ordered as he eased back into his seat and fucked her mouth. Every thrust felt like a jackhammer exploding between Serina’s lips and making her teeth ache with the force of his penetration. He would fill her throat with his thickness and held her head down until she had no more oxygen; then he would pull her back up by her neck and slap her a few times across her face with this dick. Every time he did this, Serina would keep her mouth open hoping that his dick would slip back into its wet home. A minute without her Master’s dick between her lips was sixty seconds too long without pleasure. His dick was her air. It gave her life.
The traffic ahead began to move, but Serina didn’t stop sucking until her master allowed her to stop and continue to drive. A few irate drivers honked their horns behind them and gave Serina dirty looks as they drove by. She serenely smiled back at them. They arrived at the hotel without further incident and went straight to their hotel room. The elevator ride up to the fifth floor was packed with adults and teenagers. Her Master leaned against the wall and drew Serina into his body. She felt safe like a little girl who knew that her man would always take of her. He reached for her right hand and allowed her to touch his erection through the material of his pants. Serina closed her eyes for the entire ride up, and every vibration of the ride up to their hotel room caused her to moan softly as she massaged his thickness. She wanted to drop to her knees and allow him to drain his liquid sweetness down her throat. Before the room door was even closed, Serina had slipped out of her dress and ached t
o drop to her knees to suck her Master’s dick. She knew better. She didn’t want to take a chance that he would deny her the pleasure of sucking and licking his entire body for the evening as punishment for thinking on her own.
“Master, can I run you a bath and wash you down?”
“Yes. That would be nice.”
Every word of approval from her Master was like oxygen giving Serina a breath of fresh air to invigorate her soul. She clung to every word; and later on in the evening after he left; she would replay those words searching for the inflection in his tone as she tried to decipher the true depths of his approval.
He checked his phone messages while Serina ran the shower. He liked it hot, but not too hot. She got in to test it before letting him get in. Everything had to be just right.
“Are you ready to take a shower, Master?”
She was disappointed that he had undressed himself, but the full impact of his naked body eased her disappointment. He looked like a stallion prancing around the hotel room. A Mandingo warrior about to launch his spear into her sweet nectar fruit. He had one those football player balloon asses that just stood there in defiance of gravity. Serina had the urge to smack his ass the same he had smacked hers, but she dared not cross the invisible line of Master and slave.
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