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"Take off your clothes and kneel. " He said in a low and stern voice.
Without hesitating I obeyed. I let the dress slip from my body, removed my bra and panties and stepped out of my high heeled shoes. The room was completely dark, but while I got down on my knees suddenly the lights were switched on. The bright light blinded me for a moment. I started seeing a vague figure approach me. I blinked my eyes in an attempt to see more clearly, but before I could see a blindfold was tied around my head. He and the room around us remained a mystery.
"So. . . " He started talking while I heard his footsteps circle around me ". . you're Ayana? You're the one who begged me to be your Master?" He didn't wait to let me answer but continued talking. "I can see you're a horny little bitch, yearning to be possessed, to be owned by a strong Master.
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. . " He let his hands explore my body, causing shivers down my spine. "Look at how hard your nipples are. . . and your pussy dripping wet already!" His hands had found their way between my legs. Only briefly He tickled my clit, then He moved His hands back up and started squeezing my tits. "I demand complete submission!" The raise of His voice startled me, and I think He enjoyed seeing me cringe. "I will train you to become a good sub. . . you'll learn how to serve Me and get enjoyment out of that. . " His hand had discovered my clit again and a moan escaped from my lips.
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I felt a stinging pain as he squeezed my nipples hard.
"You're only allowed to cum with My permission, do not forget!" He continued arousing me, His hands on my hot body, grabbing me, carressing me, alternating between being gentle and rough.
Suddenly I felt His cock press against my lips. I opened them a little and stuck my tongue out, but He pulled away. "You're a horny little slut, aren't you? . . . You're a horny little slut and can't wait to get a taste of my cock!" "Do you want it Ayana? Do you want my hard cock in your mouth?" I nodded. He firmly grabbed my jaw in His hand and asked me again. "Speak up girl, do you want to suck on My cock?" My voice was trembling as I replied with: "Yes Sir, please Sir. " Immediately He shoved His cock down my throat. I tried to take it all in, but it was too big to swallow in one go. He held my face in both hands and moved in and out of me, slowly at first, then changing to faster and deeper strokes. I suckled like a starved little baby, desperately trying to please my Master. Taking His cock deeper down my throat than any other cock had gone before.
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Moaning out of pleasure and excitement. I felt His cock throb and knew He was close to orgasm. He pulled out and at the same time removed my blindfold in a swift movement. The first thing I saw was His red swollen cock erupting in my face. As I gasped for air His warm cum landed on my cheeks and in my mouth. I gratefully swallowed while I tilted my head upwards to finally get to see the face of the man who now owned me. My Master, my Teacher, my Dom. . .
He grabbed my hair tightly and pushed my face onto His cock again. Moving my head slowly back and forth over the length of His cock. I greedily moved my tongue around, trying to get to taste as much of his semen as possible.
Then He pulled away from me and stopped to take a look at His new pet. There I was, naked on the cold concrete floor, looking up at Him, wearing His cum on my face, my eyes begging for more.
"You please me Ayana.
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. . " He said and His approvement of me made me crave Him even more. "You've shown potential to become a good cum slut. You are now worthy to wear my initial. " That being said He put a collar around my neck with a large silver "C"; proof that I was now owned by Him.
He attached a leash to it and began making His way to the other side of the room, dragging me behind him, making me crawl on the cold concrete floor. He took big steps and I scraped my knees trying to keep up with him.
He made me stand up straight and attached my wrists to a chain high above me. My ankles were then bound to the floor.
I stood there, unable to move, forced to accept whatever He had in store for me. He started spanking me. His big strong hand landed on my ass cheeks, making them jiggle. This only turned me on even more. My ass felt warm glowing red from the spanking and I thought he was done hurting me.
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But then he showed me a flogger with black leather strings. The torture had only just begun. He flogged my entire body, first the front then the back. I screamed every time the strings landed on my body, leaving red bruises, marking me as His submissive. "This is a reminder Ayana. . a reminder of what happens when sluts don't know their place. "
Tears were running down my face, dripping on my bruised tits. I started drifting away, like everyting became numbed. So this is what they call 'sub-heaven'? I wondered. My whole body felt sore. But after the punishment came the reward. His big swollen cock was about to penetrate me.
He released my wrists from their chains and made me kneel. I was placed on hands and knees and He positioned Himself behind me.
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"You're so wet, Ayana. . . " He said right before He mounted me and with a thrust buried His cock inside of me. His cock felt enormous, parting my pussylips to the point that it even hurt a little. Then He started slamming His cock into me while His hands were roughly grabbing my tits. I was panting and grinding myself into Him to get Him to fuck me even harder. Meanwhile His hand had found my clit, making me moan and groan like crazy. He drove into me faster while encouraging me to orgasm: "Cum Ayana. . cum for your Master!" I let myself go. . . My cunt-muscles tightened and relaxed, massaging his cock to a simultaneous climax. With a few deep strokes He emptied His balls inside of me, coating my insides with His warm cum.
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I lay on the cold concrete floor. . exhausted. . sore. . and satisfied. . . .
