Alyson, her master and guest rooms

Alyson screamed. Scream was a mixture of pain and relief of pain caused by whiplash, had just left
their mark upon the naked and unprotected chest and relief from sexual frustration that her master /
lover, a wielder of the whip, forced her to undergo the last half hour. She stood in the middle of the
room, arms stretched tautly over his head, secured by a wide leather straps round his wrists that
were attached to the arrangement of pulleys hung from a hook in the ceiling. Similar straps
encircled her ankles and they were attached to the bar about two and a half meters long compel legs
wide apart.
For clothing worn pair of sling back stiletto shoes, wide studded leather collar around his neck,
forced her head up, a leather belt around her slim waist was connected to another strap that ran
down between her legs, parting her pussy lips before running into the crevices of their buttocks
where it is returned to the waist strap. That was what was the cause of her frustration economy, as
it did, firmly in place busily buzzing vibrator anchored deep in her pussy and a big anal plug that
was inserted as deeply into her rear hole.
Just one hour before she opened the door of the house she shared with her husband Graham, on the
table in the hall was a small envelope simply "Alyson". She saw, as before, and opened it with
feelings of excitement and anxiety, which soon turned to mild sexual arousal, when its contents.
"Slave, you will immediately go into the room, undress, put on hangers and put toys you can find
them, then kneel and wait. Was signed simply" Master ".
Butterfly feeling in my stomach grew as she walked down the corridor to the room and in the key of
hand bag opened the locked door. She walked into the almost square room, perhaps fifteen feet
across. The floor was bare polished boards with a single design oriental rug in the center. The
ceiling was about 10 feet high with a system of ropes and pulleys hanging from a hook in the middle.
One wall had a large wooden St Andrews cross bolted to the eye bolt at the end of each limb and
both upper and lower. Long wooden board was attached to another wall about four feet from the
floor and held a series of hooks assortment of whips, crops, canes, paddles and other instruments of
correction. Other items of furniture, including a robust bench about six meters long and three
meters high, covered in black leather and curious chair with a high back and a big dildo sticking
straight up from the seat.
Alyson wasted no time in taking the room in bizarre content seen them many times before, and went
straight to the bench and looking at the objects lying there. She smiled and began to undress as
instructed. For the first time took off her blouse, and then after wriggling out of her tight jeans still
wearing a bra and pants and ran his hands back into his luxury mane of blond hair. She struck a
pose in front of one of the four mirrors in the room and then took off her bra slowly, almost shyly
from falling to the floor, cupping her breasts in his hands. She toyed with her nipple between his
thumb and index finger, teasing them stand up and stretching until the pride of each firm breast.
Her hands moved to her chest and slid over the gentle curves of her stomach before she reached a
hand across the silky smoothness of her panties and began to gently rub the lips of her pussy
through the fabric. In a few short moments toying with each other in this way add to her sense of
sexual excitement before slipping his hands on the sides of pants and slid them down her thighs.
Now completely naked checked herself in the mirror hoping that the sight would please his master.
She was proud of her large firm breasts and tight well rounded buttocks, legs are slim. I have to
hurry, she thought, she woke up from her slightly smug control. Going on a bench picked up a pair
of black hold up stockings and took them from their packaging. She pushed her left leg into one and
smoothed her her thighs before doing the same with the right foot. Choosing a pair of wide leather
straps attached she is tight around the ankles, take care to insure that the steel rings attached to
them were on the back, next came a similar pair of straps to your wrist and she excited feeling soft
leather as is fitted tightly around each wrist. She tried to fit a heavy leather collar that was about
four inches deep with intricate metal stud work, collar forced her chin and always gave her trouble,
but after a few moments had two straps and buckles collar was in place. A pair of black sling back
shoes with high heels, her four-five feet five inches, and she again gave herself admiring glance in
the mirror on the way to bondage straps and boots seemed to increase her nakedness.
The last three items on the bench caused her to smile before and picked up one of them. It was butt
plug, molded latex from about six inches from the rounded tip is extended out for about four inches,
until it was at least two inches in diameter and tapering off about one centimeter before ending in a
circular base about two inches across, insert the base metal ring. It's always a surprise to her that
could accommodate this fearsome spear, for her, it was just what it was like; huge black spear, with
which he was about to stab herself.
The tube KY jelly remained on the bench, "how thoughtful you are Roger" she muttered and started
to coat the tip of the plug with the gel. Leaving the plug was coated on the bench at the tip of the
right index finger with gel and standing with one foot on the ground and the other raised on a bench
supports slowly release your finger into the tight puckered ring of her anus, teasing each other,
slowly forcing his finger around the tight ring of muscle. With his finger still thrust deep into himself
lifted from the wall outlet and use your finger to guide the tip pushed into her stretched hole and
then cancel your finger began easy plug deeper and deeper. She gasped as plug pulled muscle
sphincter, it seemed that would tear apart, but, as always, stretched a little more, until, with a sigh
of relief that she felt it slip around his shoulder and place the base plate firmly against the outside of
the hole.
She stood for a moment feeling the weight of the plug into her intestines and regulate the difference
it made to her sense of self. Once the plug was in place was no longer Alyson, but Slave; straps and
collar initiated the process, but once the plug is inserted knew he relinquished control of his life to
his master.
The second of the three items was a large vibrator and lifted it to his mouth and licked it hungrily for
a few seconds before putting in your mouth and on her pussy. She moaned softly as he parted the
puffy lips. Each fine move it pushed the vibrator deeper and caused her to sway and moan with
pleasure.
"I have not yet come" was the thought that crossed my mind as waves of pleasure passed through
her. Finally, the hum of equipment has been almost completely inside her, and she paused to gather
his senses before picking up the last item, which to her, completely symbolizes the transition from a
happily married woman to a slave. This symbol was a leather strap about two inches wide studded
design spelling the word "SLAVE" she turned it around and then thread a thin ribbon that hung from
the belt in the middle of her back into the ring base and plug the other ring at the base of the
vibrator.
Finally, she buckled strap buckle end of the belt navel and a small padlock snapped shut, her
enslavement was completed. She went into the jack under the center of the room and gave final
approval alone look in the mirror than on his knees with his legs wide, buttocks raised in the air,
forehead pressed to the carpet and hands before him a vision of total submission. As she knelt, her
mind was a whirl of sexual messages, caused by some physical Butt plug and dildo more mental,
remembering past occasions in this room. Wool carpet odor caused mainly by strong memories and
she indulged herself in a fit of sexual dream that brought her almost to the point of orgasm as the
vibrator continues to do its malicious work on her now dripping pussy. So far was she went down the
road to orgasm, that heard the door slightly open, or calm approach his master, who stood with a
smile on his absent-minded slave.
Roger was about six feet tall, slightly overweight with a full head of hair, which was slightly graying.
He was a little older than her. When he looked up and saw him, he was wearing only a pair of tight
leather pants. His eyes were smiling when the pleasures awaiting him as his slave crouched on all
fours prepared exactly according to instructions. Alyson was almost too good to be true, he thought,
but he could always find something to criticize.
"Sorry to disturb you dear."
Alyson jerked at the sound of his voice and reached down between her thighs gripping her pussy lips
and kneading together, squeezing the vibrator to the next and trapping a thin strip between your
lips. She lifted her head and moaned with pleasure.
"Put your head," he snapped, and use a free hand to slap her left breast.
The slave gasped and quickly pushed her forehead back on the carpet. Roger continued to press her
sex, feeling drove her wild, but every time he approached orgasm, he seemed to perceive and
slapped her dangling breasts or buttocks. He stood behind her between her wide spread of calves,
hands between her thighs, pulled her pussy lips with one hand and fiddling with her stiff nipples
with the other hand. After every shot in the chest and face by hands go, so bother the other nipple.
Feelings of her breasts, pussy and ass together into one, each blow sending her closer to orgasm,
only restraint was the promise to himself not to let him come to her before he did. She focused on
the design carpets and desperately tried to ignore the requirements of her now soaking wet pussy
and nipples were sending messages. The moment he was about to let her go and stepped round to
confront her.
"Kneel," he said.
Shivering, she pulled his shoulders back and knelt upright, the muscles in his thighs shaking her
close to orgasm. He towered over her, but she is only interested in the bulge in the front of his
pants. She looked at him and ran her tongue across her lips intently watched and waited for his next
move. It came as no surprise when he quickly unzipped his pants and curled deftly without them
stand naked in front of her about three inches penis jutting up to the navel.
"Please, I'm a slave," he said, stepping forward so that his erect penis was just inches from her face.
Alyson reached out and took his balls in your hand to feel happy with this turn of events. She began
to lick his balls, trailing her tongue from the base of the bag to his straining cock sucking before the
first ball and then the other into his mouth. His sharp intake of breath smiled inside, it could be a
slave, but at the moment she was in charge. To emphasize this check licked her right index finger,
and then slowly eased him back into the hallway, it was rewarded with a sigh of surprise and she
resumed her attention to his balls. Although it does exactly as it operated and provide its master
with sexual pleasure felt in command and began to lick her way slowly his penis while gently release
your finger up and down on his ass. That was the feeling of power over him, that of cocksucking
such a pleasure for her and she put all her considerable experience to use.
Licking her lips kissed the swollen tip of his penis, pushing the tip of her tongue into the slit and
tasting the salt of a small bead of precum crying from it. She licked his head, as if it were ice cream
and then encircled the base of his penis with your thumb and fore finger of her left hand squeezed
his circuit narrowing the channel on the underside of his penis. Her mouth engulfed him and let his
teeth graze the edge of the helmet before sucking deeply and taking half of it into his mouth. She
looked into his brown eyes and noticed almost glazed expression and turmoil over the flat plain of
her stomach muscles as tightly.
Such was its focus on its task to forget the dildo and plug to be licked and sucked, she lifted her
head and then pushed down again, each move down forcing more of his penis into her mouth, before
recovering slowly lifted her head and lets her lips to travel the entire length of his instrument. She
teased him that his penis slip from her lips, then circled his tongue while thrusting her finger
probing deeper into his hole. He was very close to orgasm, and she increased the pressure of his
thumb and forefinger around his cock before swallowing it again almost on his balls and raking teeth
time I'm in length. He groaned and she felt her grab his head with his hands trying to control their
movements, but she moved quietly to its operation, holding his mouth and licked the tip of his penis
at the same time.
"Now," she thought. She released her grip around his penis and took the ball in his hands to do the
digging her nails into his scrotum while accelerating the movement of his head furiously fucking his
cock with her mouth. His balls contracted in hand, felt his courage surge shaft and then go briskly
on the back of the neck. She hungrily sucked on his cock, milking him dry and enjoying her moment
of triumph. Roger almost collapsed on her, sat full weight on his shoulders, causing her to sit on his
haunches.
Slowly strength back in the leg and he straightened up. He rubbed his penis through his hair and
then grip the hair on the back of my head forcing her head back, their eyes met and she felt
vibrations expectations run down her spine.
"Now I have to start your sentence, you know why you need to be punished?"
"No, sir." said.
"Because you're conceited and covetous little slut," came the reply.
"I handle it?" She looked at him, feigning innocence.
"The Slave., I show you something."
He crossed the room and pulled out a black cloth that was covering the TV and video recorder stand.
She saw him briefly when he first entered the room, but such was her haste to complete her training
had given her a second thought. She also noticed a cable running from it to a small TV camera high
up on the wall in one corner. With increasing understanding and resignation watched squeezed
video controls. She heard the hiss of the tape rewinding and click to stop it. Roger turned on the TV
and started the tape. She watched as she enters the room and tape. Her preening before the mirror
and playing with her breasts were faithfully recorded. At the point where the sucking dildo and
inserts it she looks directly at the camera and there was no mistaking her excitement.
"I've made my mind?" he asked.
He had, she admitted to herself, but she should be punished equally, it could well make a game of it.
"Roger you are an animal. This is so unfair and using hidden cameras to spy on me."
He lifted her use of his name and she calls him an animal.
"You forget Yourself slaves such disrespect earns herself a spanking. You can argue with me, but you
will be in vain and lustful, how else would I know how to behave in front of the camera?"
"I was just checking if I would be comfortable for you to master."
Even she said that she knew that her behavior with vibrator gave the lie to her protests. He won,
game set and match. She bowed her head on the carpet to want to see her secret smile of triumph. It
will be well seated!
"Get up."
She struggled to his feet again and feel the vibration of the plug.
"Spread your legs."
She forced legs wide apart with difficulty balanced, as she did, the four heels. He followed her, and
she watched in the mirror as the attached long steel rod on her ankle straps and promote its
extended position. He held out his hand above his head and pulled the bottom pulley on the jack and
quickly mounted clips wrist cuffs to the hook at its base. Pulling on the rope her master lifted her
hands above her head until her arms were stretched taut over her. She looked at his helpless form in
the mirror and felt the familiar wave of pleasure swept her when she was awarded the overall
vulnerability, it never failed to excite her as a full character of its submission to the impending pain
was enhanced pleasure sending messages through her body from her cunt continue as vibrator to
stimulate her. Roger went to stand on the wall and came back holding a whip with nine tail 18
inches long, stretched out before her, and held her for her inspection.
"To keep you warm," he said.
She shivered in anticipation. He stuck the handle of the whip sideways against her lips and she
opened her mouth to grasp the handle teeth. Ho felt hands on her back and slid her hand on her
wide spread thighs thumbs just brushing her pubic mound. He stroked the inside of her thighs, her
hands slowly up towards her puffy lips excessive stimulation of sex. She forced herself back to him
and felt his penis begin to stir in the crack of her ass cheeks. His hands moved again and she
watched and felt her breasts in his hands and thumb of each hand to determine each nipple and
teased them to erect two rubber bullets.
She continued to grind on him, radiating waves of orgasm at the very core of your body that was
pierced with a vibrator and plug. Alyson struggled to keep control as Roger's right hand gave her
breast and slid down to squeeze her cunt. Second hand pulled the whip from his mouth and handles
of the bike forcing his head until his lips met and his tongue forced them open to attack her mouth.
This open mouth kiss went on, it seemed to her age, while his hand squeezed her pussy, took her to
the moment of orgasm.
He stepped back, whip whistled through the air and the fire burned through her right breast forcing
a scream from her. The whip hissed again and her left breast felt shock and pain, she again cried out
sharply against its bonds. She looked in the mirror when he swung again and the next stroke cut
across her right breast just below the nipple and another stroke attached to the same spot on the left
eye. This time grunted and continued to alternate shots from one side to the other breast is red,
which is different every move until they were both angry red.
He stopped and stepped forward thrust whip handle between his lips again, his penis was hard again
now, knowing that it will be the sight of her writhing under the lash of a stroke and hear her cries of
pain always excited him. He pressed his back, caressing her breasts burning and burying her neck
before planting kisses on her neck string and ears. Her hands covered her breasts, and he tugged
hard on the nipple forcing her to arch her back when she stepped in front of her and bent down to
her right nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder than biting him. The pain was
intense and screamed at him to stop, but he just transferred his attention to the left nipple and
started massaging her pussy lips with one hand to keep their attention back to the vibrator still
buried deep inside her.