by Alina Sawyer
The End.
Last Time
She gathered the empty coffee cups and took them into the kitchen. As she was rinsing them out a sadness overtook her. The last time she would wash dishes for her Master. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. She stubbornly wiped them away hoping he wouldn't notice her eyes when she returned.
Her Master came and went as he chose. He would stay with her for a week or two once every couple of months before returning to his life. Not her first choice but she understood his needs. This time though, this very time he changed things. Just like that, he had told her this would be his last visit. She thought back to a few days ago...
"Why Master, did I displease you in anyway?" she asked him.
"No my Pet but there have been some changes in my life and I must put them first. However even if that wasn't the case you know that I decide how, when and who I will be with. I will always remember you and the submission you willingly gave me. Perhaps when things get sorted with my life I will take you back as my Slave but don't expect that. Once I decide you are done being my Slave you are done forever." He told her.
She caught a glimpse of his expression and she noticed it was a hard thing for him to say. She had been taught not to ask him too many questions and it was all she could do to choke back the questions she was dying to ask. Being of a curious nature it took many spanks and denial of the privilege to cum before she learned to bite back her tongue.
She decided if this was to be his very last visit then it might as well be as memorable as possible. So she took great care in the washing of his feet, kneeling at his feet while he ate, tucking him for sleep and making sure he was as comfortable as possible along with the many other things that she did as his Slave.
Tonight she had cooked his favorite meal of steak and potatoes. Even peas and she hated peas. While he ate she rubbed his feet. She kissed them and stroked the tops. She licked them up and down. When he was done he slapped her ass playfully and pulled her to her feet by the collar he had picked out her. It had taken her a few months to earn that collar and she was proud of it. Every little jingle it made reminded her of her Master. Every time she looked in the mirror seeing it also reminded her of him.
"Slave bring my dessert to me in the other room and bring it to me on your knees." He said.
"Yes Master."
She put the apple pie and ice cream on a plate and brought it to him on her knees. Even such a task she enjoyed doing for him. When she got to him he took it from her and patted her head, "Good girl."
She acknowledged him my lowering her eyes and dipping her head.
She just kneeled beside him patiently waiting for him to finish his dessert. When he was done he once again stroked her hair. Then he grabbed it roughly and said to her, "Slave do a showing for me."
She knew exactly what he meant, show herself off. She got to her feet and walked to the other end of the room. When she got there she said, "Master how I love doing this for you."
After she said that she took on a sultry expression and started to walk seductively towards him, like a stripper walking down their stage. She swung her hips slowly side to side and as she did so she lightly stroked her face with her fingers. Then down over her neck and to her breasts.
She played with her nipples, pinching and stroking them. They swelled under her touch. She then slid her fingers over her belly and around the side of her hips. When she got about 3 feet in front of her Master she stopped walking. She slowly turned around a couple times before facing him.
She took the nipple clamps that he kept by his chair from his outstretched hand. As used to them as she was she still let out a small gasp as she attached them. She leaned over just enough so her Master could grab the chain. He gave it a small tug to test the tightness. A nod of his head told her they were fine.
She then stood up straight again and stroked her breast with one hand and slid her other over her pussy. She played with her clit then stuck her middle finger inside herself. She pulled her finger out and then licked her finger. "Mmm, tastes good Master. Would you like to see?"
At his nod she walked to his feet and sat on his lap. She swung her legs either side of his head and leaned back to show him her slick pink puss. He took one of his fingers and slid it into each fold before he plunged it into her. He fingered her for a few moments talking to her while he did. "Slave you have a good pussy for your Master. I am pleased. Tell me how lucky you are to have me fucking that pussy."
Thoroughly enjoying his touch she said, "Master I am very lucky to have you fucking my pussy. I'm lucky to have you stroke it, make it wet and make it cum."
When she was done speaking he took his finger out of her and squeezed her clit, "Good girl. Now lick it clean."
He held out his hand and she licked his finger, tasting her own juices again.
She got off his lap then stood so she was facing away. She bent over with her legs spread and grabbed her ankles so he could see her ass. She felt his hands on her cheeks. He started to slap them. "Master please don't stop, keep spanking me Master." She moaned out.
"Slave play with yourself while I spank you, worship me with words while I do this." He told her.
Still bent over she stuck her fingers in her pussy again and they slid right in. Her pussy was already soaked for her Master.
Whack, whack whack!
"Oh Master you are the most perfect. I enjoy worshipping you in everything, in every way. I obey and submit only to you."
Whack, whack, whack!
"I constantly think of ways to make you happy and worship you in ways you deserve. Everything from you is like a piece of heaven."
He interrupted her, "Ok good girl. Now turn around and straddle me."
She turned around and straddled his cock before she slid it in. She pulled herself almost all the way out before slowly sliding back down. As she was doing this he grabbed the candles he had lit during her "showing" and tipped them over her swaying breasts.
She took a sharp intake of breath.
He blew on them, "There, there Slave. Such beautiful breasts you have for me."
She started to rid him faster. He grabbed her collar and pulled it till she was nearly choking as she screwed him. Suddenly he pulled it harder still.
"Stop Slave." He commanded.
She immediately stopped.
"Get up and suck my cock."
She got up and kneeled before him. She slid her mouth over his throbbing cock and started to suck it. She loved to taste his cock and completely enjoyed it when he had her do it. She tasted her pussy as she sucked but eventually what she was tasting was all him.
He reached down and yanked her nipple clamps off. The surprise of it made her stop and cry out.
"Keep sucking that cock Girl." He said.
She kept sliding her lips and tongue over his stiff cock. She was massaging his balls now, wanting to pleasure him even more. Her nipples were still aching when she felt hot waxed drip down her back.
As she felt the wax hit her she felt his cum. His sweet cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it once he was done.
She slid his now limp cock out of her mouth and licked it dry. She then kissed his thighs and calves and finally his feet. Once she had kissed each toe he said, "Good girl."
She nodded, "Thank you Master."
"Now go get me some coffee Slave and you can massage my feet until bedtime." He told her.
"Yes Master."
...The clink of the cups brought her back to the present. Now that they had drunk their coffee he was ready for bed.
When she got back to the living room she found it empty. Going to the bedroom she found him getting things ready in there. She spotted candles already lit, the crop was lying on the nightstand. She saw the nipple clamps, her vibrators and the ropes he liked to tie her up with.
Oh her Master had plans for her alright. She couldn't wait to see and feel what he had in store for her on their final night. Her pussy was getting wet already at the thought. On
e thing was for certain, it was going to be memorable.
The End.
Another Weekend - Friday Night
He studied her carefully as she drove towards the cabin. He loved her fine features and wavy blonde hair. He loved her. Recalling that filled him with deep satisfaction. He loved the beautiful, complex, challenging woman and he thought that she just might love him. In any event, she obviously liked him. A lot.
This was their first chance to head up to the cabin since late last fall. That trip had been full of the unexpected. On that trip, they had first made love with one another and lovemaking had filled the long weekend. In fact, they had included another couple in their lovemaking, Janet and Sam. Janet and Samantha.
It was a glorious day for the drive. Sometimes they passed the time in idle conversation, sometimes in companionable silence, each lost in thought. There was a tension between them though, Linda had gone off on one of her mysterious disappearances for more than the past month. He still had no idea what these signified but he wondered how she managed to get such good grades when she missed so many lectures. Just as with other times when she had dropped out of sight for an extended period, she had reappeared just as suddenly, all sweetness and light. He had almost resolved to move on, to admit that a relationship with her was never going to work out when she showed up asking him to spend the weekend at her cabin.
"It's so pretty up there in the Spring," she had pleaded. Her earnest, girlish show of want made him forget his growing resolve to break up with her. That and the prospect of lots of sex. They had made love many times since last Fall, but events simply made an extended session like that impossible. Now, as they neared the scene where that had occurred, he became agitated from anticipation.
Linda was no less filled with sexual tension than he was. In fact, as she drove onward, she too recalled their last visit to the cabin. She and Janet had had sexual encounters before that, starting when they were teenagers, but those had always been one-on-one. During her brief marriage, Linda's husband had insisted that she try a threesome with him and a groupie. In fact, he'd insisted more than once, including a different girl each time. He was really turned on by watching two women going down on one another so she had done plenty of sixty-nines and knew her way around women's pussies, yet Sam was the first woman other than Janet that she had eaten out because she wanted to.
She wanted to, not because he wanted her to do it. She had been enough in love with her ex back then that she willingly followed his lead, doing whatever she thought would please him. So she'd gone down on many girls before but for him rather than for herself or the other girl. She liked the taste of pussy just fine but she had really done it for him.
It was never enough, though. One time he had brought some guy home and insisted that she fuck the guy while he watched. That was too weird for her but she had finally relented. The guy was hung like a horse, by far the biggest dick she'd ever had inside her and that had turned her on enough that she got wet before he shoved it in. He was too rough with her and, worse, had blown his load in her after a dozen strokes or so, leaving her completely unsatisfied. He wouldn't go down on her once she was oozing with his come and neither would her husband. His idea of a good follow-up move was to try to fuck her in the ass.
It was a mode of sexuality she had considered before and thought it might be interesting, under the right conditions, but these weren't those. He ordered her onto her hands and knees and plunged straight into her well-stretched cunt, taking a few strokes to get lubed up. She didn't know what he had planned. Just as she was beginning to get into it, he pulled out of her pouting pussy, frustrating her enormously. She yelped in shock when he began to push his cockhead forcefully against her asshole. Damn! That had hurt, badly. She was so tense that he never really did get very far. The more insistent he became, the more she resisted his intrusion.
When his guest started laughing at him, he became so angry that he hit her. The violence proved to be a turn on for him and before the session was through a few minutes later, she was covered in welts and bruises. She still had a small scar on her cheek to remind her of that night.
She had cried inconsolably, seething with rage and humiliation while the two men laughed at her debasement. She left him a few days after that, moving back in with her folks. The whole incident had put her off men and off sex for a while. It set her foursquare against pain and humiliation as a part of sexuality. That wasn't sexy. Eventually, though, her needs reasserted themselves and she'd begun to date again.
The man in the passenger seat was her first really steady boyfriend since then. She found his willingness to follow her lead charming but she like the way he sometimes took charge too. She really liked the fact that he was usually a very patient lover. Sure, sometimes he wanted nothing more than a quickie -- slam, bam, thank you, ma'am and roll over and go to sleep. But at those times, she was happy to comply. Sometimes that sort of fucking was just what she wanted too. Other times he was slow and thoughtful. She was beginning to understand his conviction that there was a connection between love and fucking. She'd once thought so herself but experience had convinced her otherwise.
After the incident with her ex, she had been very hesitant to try anal sex again. She would let her lovers lick her there, which she really enjoyed, but could not tolerate to suggestion of penetration.
Even though her friend Janet sang praises of her own anal orgasms, Linda just wasn't prepared to see for herself. Actually, it was Janet who first introduced her to the pleasure of being rimmed. She thought back to several years ago. When they were still in high school, one night, after a frustrating date with an eager but inept boy, Linda invited Janet over so that she could vent. Janet was in a sexy mood and hearing tales of her straight friend's sexual frustration served to make her sympathetic and horny too. The two girls had kissed before, and even sucked each other's breasts once when comparing them, telling each other that it was just to see how they looked erect. Though they had often seen each other naked, especially in the hot tub, that night was the first time they moved on to real Sapphic sex.
Janet had made love with a few other women and was able to show off the skills she learned from them. After Linda had had one particularly powerful orgasm, Janet had ordered her onto her belly and begun to tongue Lind's bottom, slowly homing in on the opening at its center, so near and yet so far from the mouth of her pussy. Janet had kept up the tender tongue work while she played with Linda's aroused clitoris. The twin sensations eventually brought Linda to a convulsive, shattering orgasm. As the thrashing subsided, Janet returned to her task and all the way down from that incredible orgasm, she continued to lap at Linda's asshole, filling her friend with unfamiliar sensations. Still after her first, hurtful experience of penetration there, she remained reluctant to try it.
As in so many aspects of sexuality, she had eventually explored this too, with a highly skilled, experienced lover. He was far older than she was and his experience and patience were key in easing her into that exploration. After that, she was willing to let her lovers fuck her in the ass sometimes, though she never could relate to Janet's enthusiasm for the act. But many of the men she had sex with seemed to think it was the hottest trick in the book and frequently expressed their interest in trying it with her. She was willing to let them satisfy that urge with her as long as they were gentle and took it slow. Most complied with her wishes. Those who did not were never again blessed with Linda's considerable favors. Some guys just didn't know how good they had it until Linda quit fucking them.
She looked from the road to the man beside her. He was her first male lover in ages to be about her own age. She usually went for men who were much older than she was. For one thing, they were usually more patient and experienced. For another, they seldom imagined a long-term future with the lithe, sensual blonde and that's how she wanted it to be.
This guy was different from most of her contemporaries. Perhaps it was his brief, unhappy engagement that made him more mature than mos
t. Then too, that probably also explained his inexperience and innocence. She found the combination deeply alluring and he proved to be an excellent student at her hands. She reached to touch him.
He was lost in his own thoughts but her touch brought him back to the here and now. Looking to her, he felt a thrill of lust and affection tingle its way down his spine to settle in his gut. He loved Linda and the thought of spending an uninterrupted weekend making love with her sent eager twinges pulsing through his genitals. It had been nearly five weeks since last they had been together and he was eager for more of her enthusiastic love making -- 'fucking,' he corrected himself.
She didn't like to call it 'making love.' She preferred the coarser Anglo-Saxon term for sex. He knew calling it 'fucking' instead of 'making love' helped her to keep her lovers -- sex partners - at a safe remove from her. She liked the act but claimed that the attendant emotions didn't interest her. He had a sense that she was deluding herself but that may have been a delusion of his own. He loved her and wished that she felt the same way about him. This unequal romance was deeply dissatisfying for him yet he could not help himself around her. When she was nearby, he was hers. The thought brought a dopey grin to his mouth.
"What? What is it?" Linda inquired.
"Nothing. Just that I love you."
"You do not love me. You're just equate great sex with love but they're not the same, you know."
She said it without the distress this subject often brought her but he decided to let it drop. He could see no percentage in getting her upset.
"I am hung up on ma . . . having sex," he caught himself. "On fucking with you." He stressed 'fucking,' and this seemed to satisfy her.
"Oh goody!" She sounded like a little girl. "I really want to too." She looked at him again, keeping half an eye on the empty highway before them, "If we have any clothes on this weekend I'm gonna be disappointed."
"What about now?"
"We're not at the cabin yet, silly! But if you want to take off your pants, I'll give you a hand job." She laughed but he knew she was serious.