Meeting Her Master

by Hayse, Breanna

  “I will teach you all you need to know,” he said, as he paused to kiss the inside of her thighs. “Hold nothing back while I fuck your pussy and your ass with this big, fake cock and wonder what it would feel like if it were real… if it were mine. I want to hear you come.”

  Dahlia gripped the edge of the bed, pushing against the dildo so that she could feel every delightful inch. Faster and faster he pumped it while bearing down on her clit. He drove the device inside of her while biting down gently. Dahlia screamed as her body rose partially off the bed in response to the shattering impact of the orgasm. Her contractions were deep, intense and touched every pore of her flesh. Blake slowed the pumping, leaving the dildo seated within her as she finally sank back down on the mattress.

  With barely enough strength to open her eyes, Dahlia turned her head toward Blake. “I told you no,” she whispered hoarsely.

  Blake lifted a glass of water to her mouth, “Your refusal arouses me, Dahlia. We both know that it was a lie.”

  “What if I really mean it? What if I feel like I am being pushed over the edge and need you to stop?”

  “I will teach you how not to be afraid of the edge.” Blake stroked her moist face and then dabbed a tissue on her forehead. “I will know you better than you can ever know yourself and I will decide when you are to teeter on the edge.”

  “You can’t… I mean, how can you decide that for me?”

  “Because I intend to make you mine.”

  * * *

  Dahlia’s true training began the following day when Mrs. Alonso entered Blake’s office where Dahlia had been placed under instructions to complete her English assignment. The girl stood up quickly,

  “Blake told me to come in here to work on my paper and…”

  “Yes, dear, I know. You have your doctor’s appointment in fifteen minutes. Master Blake has ordered you to the dungeon.”

  “Did I do something wrong? I can’t take another beating!”

  “Calm yourself, child. He has a room in there with equipment needed for your examination. Don’t dally.”

  Dahlia bit her lip as the older woman gripped her upper arm and led her firmly to the dungeon’s ‘infirmary.’ Dahlia shivered fearfully, eyeing the menacing-looking table, large lamps and glass cases with instruments that looked like torture devices.

  “I like to collect vintage medical equipment,” Blake commented, kissing Dahlia’s forehead after signaling Mrs. Alonso off the floor. “You have nothing to worry about here.”

  “Master, should the child be taught proper greetings?”

  “No… she is not slave material. I reserve that privilege for my special harem,” he stated. Mrs. Alonso blushed with pleasure, bowing her head.

  “What if I want to be part of your harem? I can learn.”

  “My harem is comprised of men and women whose greatest need is to serve me. Is that how you feel?”

  “Well, it depends…”

  “There are no conditions with a slave. They live to serve and please their owner with no consideration for their personal wants and needs. I don’t see that characteristic in you.”

  “You could at least let me try.”

  “Child,” Mrs. Alonso touched Dahlia’s arm. “A slave would have been on the floor, accepting his statement without argument.”

  “You will have your own place with us, Dahlia. Giada, would you please see to the dinner menu? I have a special guest coming this evening.”

  “Yes, Master. I already have placed her favorite wine to cool.”

  Dahlia turned to Blake after the housemistress had left. “Her? Do you have a date?” Dahlia asked, jealousy raging.

  “That is not your concern, young lady,” Blake sounded amused. “The only thing you need to worry about right now is this examination.”

  “Why should I worry?”

  “Pay no mind to Mr. Turner. He enjoys the suspense of my job. I am Dr. Alonso.” the tall, slender man bowed, kissing the back of Dahlia’s hand. “Please, call me Humberto.”

  “Are you Mrs. Alonso’s husband?”

  “Si, she is my love and my life. I am pleased to see you as well, mi viejo amigo. For what have you summoned me this day?”

  “I wish to have a full exam performed on my new pet. I plan to use her for personal pleasure,” Blake winked.

  “I am not your pet and we still have not discussed the extent in which you can use me,” Dahlia said saucily.

  “This one is not going to the stable, is she?” Humberto laughed, stroking the back of his hand down the side of her face. “She has spirit. You do not have a fighter like this one, Blake. They are a different breed from the ones you usually deal with.”

  “Consider your warning acknowledged and appreciated,” Blake said, “and I agree. But there is something about this one that makes me want to discover more.”

  “The challenge, perhaps?”

  “Hello? I am standing right here, you two. And stop referring to me like I am a horse.”

  “Remove your clothing, Dahlia,” Blake ordered as he turned to her.

  “Shouldn’t there be a woman here? And where is the dressing room and a gown?”

  “No need for witnesses other than me and you don’t need a gown. Strip.”

  “Blake! In front of him?”

  “I told you to undress. Whether or not he is a physician, you are to obey me.”

  Dahlia stared up at Blake and then looked over to meet Humberto’s eyes. They were amused, but warm and reassuring. She blushed as she slowly started to strip before the two men. Humberto pointed to the scale and grinned as Blake smacked Dahlia’s naked rump when she passed him.

  “It appears that you were recently disciplined,” Humberto commented as he weighed and measured her. Dahlia groaned. She had momentarily forgotten the lingering bruises from the previous day. “She is slightly underweight for your tastes, Blake. She could do with a few pounds to that lovely curve.”

  “I will see to it. Her vital signs?”

  “Absolutely perfect. Climb upon the table, niña… Do not be afraid.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “You have been touched by hands and instruments, yes? That is what I will do. Now lie upon your stomach.”

  “Why? Ow! Damn it, Blake, stop smacking me!”

  “You need to stop talking and start obeying. This is your first lesson. Unless it is to answer a question, you are to remain completely silent. Am I understood?”

  Dahlia nodded, rubbing the side of her thigh that still stung from his swat. She turned to her stomach and cradled her head in her arms, wishing that the horrid day would just be over.

  Humberto ran his hands gently along her spine and then pressed into the deep bruises of her buttocks. He casually pointed out a hardened area to Blake and showed him how to massage the area to break down the bruise. Dahlia squealed and bucked in protest, earning herself six heavy swats from Blake over the backs of her thighs.

  She then felt her tender cheeks being pried apart and began to object, snapping her jaws shut as she observed the warning look on Blake’s face. Humiliation and shame made her hide her face as a long, cold tube was inserted into her bottom and a timer was set.

  “Seven minutes,” Humberto said good-naturedly.

  “Seven minutes! That’s insane!” she blurted out.

  “That is now going to be seven minutes across my knee getting spanked, Dahlia, and not the way you enjoy it.”

  “Easy with the child, Blake. She already carries bruises that need to heal.”

  “Very well. I have other means of promoting discipline. Excuse me.”

  “You really must take care when speaking, chica. His patience is short when defiance is raised. So how are you doing in school?”

  Dahlia could not believe the man was actually trying to have a conversation with her as she waited on her stomach with a thermometer stuck in her ass! Before she could answer, Blake returned.

  “This should do the trick,” he said. Dahlia was unable
to see what he was showing the good doctor, increasing her level of dread for when the timer finally rang. Her cheeks were again pried apart and the instrument was removed.

  “Normal. On your back, Dahlia, and put your feet in the stirrups. Scoot forward… all the way. Wiggle your toes while I slide the speculum in. It’s warm and…”

  “It’s too big!”

  “Relax… there you go. Just taking a look and getting a swab. Good girl,” the man said, quickly checking her visually. He then stood over her and caught her eyes.

  “I am going to feel inside of you now. These are just my fingers and I’m going to press gently,” he cautioned her, sliding two fingers into her vagina and feeling her abdomen gently. Her eyes widened as he removed his hand and then slipped his middle finger into her rectum.

  “Hey!”

  “You will wish my finger stayed here after Blake is done with you. She’s good,” Humberto said, stepping away as he removed his gloves. Blake slapped on a pair of gloves and began to shape something in his hand with a small knife. Dahlia lifted her head, watching as he stood between her crudely spread legs.

  “Today, you will learn to mind me without questioning,” Blake said, squeezing a dollop of lubricant onto the middle finger of his right hand. He did not hesitate as he plunged that finger into her bottom and moved it in and out, forcing her to accept the intrusion. He gave no warning as he exchanged his finger for something else and then used paper medical tape to secure this new intruder in place.

  “What is tha… holy fuck!” Dahlia yelled as the burning juice lit her bottom afire. “Get it ouuuuutttt!”

  “That is a plug of fresh ginger, and I bet it feels really bad, especially after the stretching you went through yesterday, doesn’t it?”

  “Oh, my God… Blake, I’m sorry! Please, get it out!”

  “Stand in the corner, Dahlia. Hands on your head. Just a fair warning,” Blake led her to the corner, “if you clench, it’s worse. You may thank me now for taping it in place so you can’t accidentally push it out.”

  “Thank you? Fuck!” she cried out, bouncing in place as she faced the wall.

  “Let’s get some coffee while little Dahlia thinks over her punishment,” Blake suggested to his friend.

  “Giada might have pan dulce for us as well,” Humberto agreed.

  Dahlia sobbed, the burning beyond any pain she had experienced. It was such that she could not drift away and it kept her very much in the present as she began to bargain, plead, and argue with God to help her.

  A pair of warm hands ran over her sweating shoulders. “The Almighty is helping you, child. He is allowing you to learn lessons in obedience. Touch your toes.”

  “It hurts,” Dahlia cried.

  “Yes, it does. Touch your toes. It will help relieve some of the pain.”

  Dahlia obeyed, feeling some relief as she was forced to relax her bottom muscles and not squeeze the root embedded within her bottom.

  “He was kind to you,” Mrs. Alonso was saying. “By using the lubricant, he spared you pain to the area that we had stretched yesterday.”

  “It doesn’t feel like it’s been spared,” Dahlia bawled.

  “It would have been beyond your ability to obey had he allowed the juice to touch you there right now. He is a strict, but good master. Obey him and you will be happy.”

  “He’s a beast. A mean, hateful beast,” Dahlia pouted, her tears subsiding as some of the burning began to calm.

  “Do you require another session across my lap? With that plug in place?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  Mrs. Alonso tapped her foot on the floor. “Is that all you have to say?”

  “I’m sorry I am being such a whiny little brat,” Dahlia coughed out, the backs of her tender thighs starting to burn from her position, “and Blake was being kind. I deserved this.”

  “That’s better. I am going to check on the men and will see you at dinner. Blake released you from your chores tonight, but you will be joining me in the stables in the morning. Make sure you remember to thank him.”

  Dahlia groaned, straightening her body and immediately returned to the toe-touching position as the ginger juice reignited her bottom. She decided that figging was on the all-time high on the list of punishments to avoid. She shuddered, wondering what other tricks the man had up his sleeve.

  Time ticked by and Dahlia found herself in more distress. She decided to try the position she had seen several of the slaves assume when being scolded. She lowered herself to the floor on her hands and knees and lifted her bottom as high in the air as she could manage. With her face resting on her hands, and her knees spread apart to separate her cheeks, she knew she looked utterly ridiculous, but it definitely eased her discomfort.

  “She learned her lesson, Blake. What a beautiful position she has assumed! And she stayed in the corner as you instructed,” Humberto’s voice praised from behind her.

  “Indeed…” Blake answered, running his hand over the length of her flank and down her thighs. “Stay put, Dahlia. Keep that bottom raised high for me.”

  “Yes, sir,” Dahlia whispered, shivering. She felt something cold against her right hip and then a biting sting, followed by a burn. She yelped. “Ow! What was that?”

  “Depo-Provera. She has a clean bill of health, my friend. Use her wisely and often,” Humberto chuckled, rubbing the area gently.

  “Thank you for everything, Humberto. Please let me know when you would like to use the playroom again. I am designing a new device that should interest you.”

  “I am intrigued! Perhaps next week? And would you demonstrate on this lovely specimen?”

  “Absolutely. You know I love catering to my voyeurs,” Blake laughed, shaking the man’s hand. He tapped Dahlia’s back after Humberto departed. “I am going to remove the plug. Don’t resist or it will burn again.”

  Dahlia grimaced as she felt his fingers wrap around the invader and gently tug. It left her body with a pop while she gritted her teeth at the residual sting. Blake tossed it into the trashcan and then knelt by her side.

  “This is hemorrhoid ointment. It has a numbing agent in it and will reduce some discomfort,” he said, slowly skimming his finger along the irritated membranes of her sphincter. “Should I assume this was an adequate punishment for you?”

  “Please never go near me with anything ginger-based again!”

  “Then behave. Speaking of Ginger,” he sat on the floor and pulled her to sit on his lap, “she is our guest tonight. I decided to have a long, personal talk with her about her counseling methods.”

  “She is going to be pissed if she finds out I told you anything.”

  “I will be tactful. I don’t want to ruin your relationship with her, especially if it is more personal than just sex,” he said.

  Dahlia heard a hint of strain in his voice. Could it be that he was jealous? Was Blake capable of feeling something so primitive?

  “Our interactions are strictly sexual and she uses me like I’m a toy. I have never done anything back except kiss her. She would like more of a commitment from me as a lover, but I don’t feel the same way she does,” she explained.

  Blake relaxed his embrace as though he was relieved by her news. “Would you be opposed to my watching her enjoy you? I have a bit of a voyeur inside of me as well.”

  “You are asking me? But I thought…”

  “This is not about me touching you, which I have removed your ability to refuse. This is about someone else touching your body and you will always be allowed that choice, except for when I order punishment. Well?”

  “I guess,” Dahlia blushed. “I never had an audience before.”

  “Some people like having an audience, just like some enjoy performing. You only need to communicate to me what interests you and we will indulge.”

  “Really? Well, since you brought it up, I have always wanted…” she whispered in his ear.

  A large grin crossed his face. “That can certainly be arranged,” he promis
ed.

  Chapter Six

  Dahlia fidgeted nervously as she readied for dinner. Her body was still aching from the last couple of days and her bottom-hole burned uncomfortably. She looked up as Blake entered the small room.

  “You look lovely. Are you wearing panties?” he asked, turning her in front of him.

  “No, sir. You told me not to. Oh, I forgot to thank you for letting me off of my chores tonight.”

  “You are welcome. You will enjoy the stables. I think the activity there will be more to your liking. I have a nice surprise for you.”

  “A surprise? As awful as I’ve been, I don’t deserve anything nice, Blake,” Dahlia stated, surprising even herself with her sincerity.

  “As the master of this house, I reserve the right to reward and punish as I deem appropriate. Take my hand and follow me.”

  Dahlia trembled as she touched him. As always, physical contact with the man left her weak in the knees and almost giddy, and she felt like a child being led to her first Christmas tree. His gift was even greater…

  He led her through the maze of hallways and corridors of the large hacienda, finally walking into the lush, fountain-fed courtyard that served as his personal retreat. She had been to his wing of the house before, but never via this route.

  “Aren’t your rooms out here?” she asked.

  Blake nodded and placed his hand on a huge wooden door that was decorated with stained glass. “Yes, they are to your right,” he said, pushing open the door and stepping aside, “and they adjoin yours.”

  “What?” Dahlia was stunned, unmoving as she stared at the place he had prepared for her. Done in pure mission style, the room was warm and filled with heavy dark furnishing and bright Mexican decor. It was a contrast of traditional and modern, dark and light, hard and soft. From the dark oak wood floor to the hand-painted vines and flowers on the dark cream-color stucco wall, the room was built to comfort and soothe. “This is for me?”

  “Why are you crying? Don’t you like it?” Blake asked. “Dahlia? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

  “I don’t deserve this,” she wept, hands over her mouth as she stood in the same place. “Blake, you can’t give this to me.”