BDSM with Emma

Emma sat at the computer, naked, reading and replying to her e-mails. Her Master stood behind her, looking over shoulder, his hands on her hot flesh. She was his for a whole a weekend. When he had suggested that they spend the Friday evening to Sunday afternoon together, there had been no hesitation in her mind. She had relived the last time together so often that she was desperate to experience again his real life control.

It only took a brief memory of his anger and punishment, his deep use of her bottom for Emma to feel the wetness flow and her cunt to twitch. Two months of e-mails, texts and phone calls had followed, and she was now primed and ready, eager to submit to any and all desires of her Master who understood her so well.

At work, all that Friday, her panties had been drenched with her juices. Only her Master’s explicit command had kept her from visiting the toilets in order to rub her cunt until the blessed release of cumming. On the bus home she was sure that every male could see her sexual hunger and need, and could smell the scent of her arousal on the air. Her nipples were tender points, raw from rubbing erect against her bra.

As she stood outside the door of the flat, immediately before putting the key in the lock, she breathed a prayer.

“Please may he be here already. Please may he be as hungry for me as I am for him. Please may I be the perfect slave he longs for and desires.”

As she stepped through the door, her heart leapt. He was there, standing in front of her, in the hallway of her flat.

Before she could say anything, though, he reached out and dragged her roughly into the corridor. From the intent look in his eyes she could tell that his desire for her matched her own longing. As he pulled her roughly into his arms – slamming the door on the envious world, she let herself fall under his spell once more.

Her Master was like a man possessed. As his hot lips and tongue ravished her mouth, his hands roamed her body, squeezing, molding, possessing her – every inch of her flesh, every curve and every orifice. She felt his hardness pressing against her, a hot iron bar searing her skin. Her body was bathed in fire, and she clung to him with answering passion. She rejoiced at the need she evoked in him, the need to bend her willing flesh to his will, the need for him to fill her compliant flesh with his seed.

He stood back, holding her at arm’s length, his blue eyes lancing deep into her soul. She stood proud in her service, and yet humbled at this opportunity to serve.

Seeing her willingness, he proceeded to rip the clothes from her. This act of naked aggression sent shivers through her body. Never had she seen her Master so focused and deliberate in fulfilling his wants. She remembered the prayer she had uttered before opening the front door, and she committed herself to her willing slavery, whatever his wishes for her.

Once all her clothes had been torn from her, leaving only her shoes on her feet, he spoke.

“This weekend you have said that you wish to be mine. You have pledged yourself to serve me in any way I choose. You have expressed a desire to be punished and used in private and in public. Standing here, I am giving you an opportunity to reconsider your request. If you really want me to be your Master this weekend, then kneel before me now, and present yourself as the slave you have described to me. If not, then give me the safe word, either Amber to stop now and talk, or Red for me to leave.”

Emma wondered at the self control her Master was exerting. She knew how passionate he was, how urgent was his need for her. His cock was stiff with desire in his trousers. And yet, while she was standing naked before him, he was offering her the opportunity to stop this. And he meant it. She trusted him completely, and knew that he would never do anything beyond what she also desired. He was willing to let go of this weekend if she was not completely in accord with his plans.

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