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Dating over 40 woke up and Master was gone. A note on the pillow gave her instructions to shower. She was to make sure she was shaved all over, and do her nails. She was to use Dating over 40 on her very sore behind,which is great, for healing bruses. She is to bring him a bag he had packed for her, and to sit at the kitchen table when finished.
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Mike opened the door to her apartment,then he took the bag from her. he walked into the bedroom where she was brushing her hair,putting her hair in a ponytail. He pointed to the bathroom door.
“We have to go go to the bathroom now, before we leave, as we have a long Dating over 40 ride ahead.”
“Yes Master”, she said in curiosity ” Are we going Dating over 40 somewhere,Master?”
“We need to go and it will be a long trip” Mikes expression was very serious.
“Now go Dating over 40!”
“Yes Master” she said in a resigned voice.
Dating over 40 obeyed. Dating over 40 noted he had a travel bag she owned and it was packed.
“I did this last night,and yes I have remember everything you will need. Put on your new Dating over 40 jacket,girl, you will need it.”
Mike pointed to a leather jacket on the hook of her bedroom door. Dating over 40 obeyed and they walked out the door. Mike was checking things,and locking the door as they left.
Dating over 40 noted her car was missing from its spot,and looked alarmed.
“Its ok I moved it” Mike said, “and you won’t be needing it for a while. Get on my bike”! he commanded.
It was a beautiful day, and they took off down the highway for what seemd to be hours. Dating over 40 loved the freedom of the bike, holding on to Master,feeling the big Dating over 40 vibrate beneath her was so erotic.
Dating over 40 was hurting from the Dating over 40 paddling she recieved the night before.It was beginning to really get painful. Mike pulled up into a rest stop. He helped her to dismount, as she was having a difficult time of it.
“Having a sore Dating over 40 behind today?” he said with a wicked smile.
Dating over 40 flushed with humiliation and looked into the ground.
‘Yes Master” she said still feeling rather wet form the long ride.
They were alone there, as it was on a lonely desolate road not traveled that much.Mike pointed to the rest room, and they both went in. Master allowed her to go in alone this time.
When she came out,stood next to the bike,she was shocked as he yanked down her pants. He told her to bend over the bike seat.
He examined her butt,and rubbed some more arnica on her,he had in the saddlebag. He took out something else, and rubbed on her clit.
He then inserted a g spot type vibe, and an small dildo one up her butt.
“Ohhh,OMG, Master!’ she cried out.She was horrified.Surely he wasn’t going to make her wear these the rest of the trip?
He had a remote. These paticular vibes were very strong, and especally made by his standards. What ever cream he put on her clit, was making her hot very quickly.
” Now you will really be hot for me in a few more hours!” he chuckled.
OMG!! He said a few more hours with this in her, and riding the vibrating bike! Her mind was racing! Where in the hell were they going? Why is he hiding her car? Why was he torturing her sexually like this? Who IS this guy that just came into her life out of the blue, and took over her and her life?
Right in the middle of her mental questioning herself he zapped her. The vibes were so strong she couldn’t believe it. She nearly doubled over and came. He grinned wickedly, he truned it off. He kissed her hard,long and deep, and grinned at her shocked face.
“We have a couple more hours to go and we will be at my place in the mountains. By the way, it is fully equiped.”
He hit the button again, after she was seated and she doubled over with the power of them.
“You have anything to ask me, girl? I think you best ask permission don’t you?” Mike had an evil grin.
He knew how she hated to aknowledge her own sexuality, and admit she wanted or needed anything sexual. His eyes went through hers as he pushed the controls again.
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“Ahhhh” she cried out, her body shaking in need.
” I don’t think that qualifies as asking girl” he chuckled.
“I think you best beg me.”
Her face was flushed with humiliation and deep embarrassment.
“Please Master ,oh please.”..She was nearly cuming again.
He looked at her and said “Yeeees, please what,girl?”
Oh How she hated him this minuet!
“girl begs to be able to cum Master please.”she said with deep humiliation.
“Yes, you may girl, and often !” he buzzed her hard this time and she convulsed in her seat, as he let it go on a bit longer.
She cried out as it was too much and she couldn’t believe how intense it was. She looked at him with her eyes wild and in disbelief.
He kissed her passionately and then grinned. He climbed up and started the bike off down the road switching on and off the remote as it suited him.
By the time they were at the cabin, dating over 40 was a mess.
“Master permission to speak dating over 40 begged, Please ohh Please!!”
“You may girl but I have To tell you,there is only one way i will stop the vibe” he said wickedly.
dating over 40 was begging and pleading for him to stop.
“I will only stop it,if you really beg me to fuck you” he said grinning.
With a shocked face,dimayed, and feeling yet another strong buzz, she cried “Oh girl begs.. begs.. begs.. Master please!! Please fuck me, please!!!
Mike laughed. “I’ll think about it! ”
He enjoyed her begging and pleading as it was music to his ears. He continued to buzz her. He got off the bike and allowed her to as well. She could hardly walk.
crissy was still sore from the spanking,the ride, and now these darn things inside her buzzing her to death.
“Go to the bathroom and remove and clean the toys, and put them carefully in this bag.” Master commanded.
crissy gratefully obeyed, as she found the bathroomat the end of the hall. The cabin had 2 bedrooms and one large bath with a jet jacuzzi tub,shower,sink and toilet.
It had a lovely skylight in it. she gently pulled them out! and he buzzed them as she did.
she cried out “Master please OMG!”
Laughing he said,”Did that scare you? Do shower girl”
crissy growled softly, as it hurt afterward. Now she was soaked, and sore inside and out! she cleaned off those wicked things in the sink and carefully put them back in his toybag.
She was sooo grateful he allowed her the showwer and throughly enjoyed the hot water streaming down her body.
With thoughts of the day and still in a state of discomfort from all the buzzing he did. The punishment from the night before,was still being felt. she was still in a state of shock from Him being in her life.
All the questions kept running through her mind. Who was this man..really? Why did he bring her here? There are so many unanswered questions running through her mind.she loved the body wash and afterward the fluffy warm towel.
she dried off and found a long pink robe on the back of the shower door. she was feeling the chill in the air, that was in the cabin.
” Master may girl speak, as she needs permission,Please?”
“Yes girl,You may Ask any questions as you need to, while here, girl. This is a reward for being a good girl and asking”
“Thank You Master” she said with relief.
“May girl put please put on this pink robe?” she begged in her sweetest voice.
“Yes, you may …for now slave.” he responded. Get us something to eat, and there are plenty of groceries here”.
“Yes Master” Thank you Master!”
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Master didn’t respond and so she peeked around the corner seeing he was busy in the computer room. she was grateful for the bit of time, to think and to ponder the last days events. She checked out the other rooms on the way to the kitchen.
The Dating over 40 living room was cozy with a big stone Dating over 40 fireplace,beige carpeting, and leather furniture. The brown colors were tastefully accented with fall colors. It was very warm, and very masculine.
The Master bedroom was larger, and had a big Dating over 40 kingsize 4 poster bed, with hooks, and eyes on the frame. In different locations along side there were light chains..The room was Dating over 40 tastfully done in, various masculine warm, brown,neutral tones. There was no tv that she could see.
The other bedroom had a smaller bed (full size)in soft biege tones, with touches of orange,yellow,and red accents. There were small windows in the bedrooms. She noted a closet which seemed to be joined and shared by both rooms.
There were many outlets, and some high tech equipment, and computers in the third bedroom. Master told crissy not to go in there, unless he was with her. she was not to touch anything.
Mike worked quickly in the computer room, and turned on his equipment. He was busy getting data on something, and he grinned at her as she walked by.
She found her way into the cosy, but spacious (for the size) kitchen. she then opened the freezer, and found some flounder, and a package of frozen peas. In another cupboard she found some rice.
“Master is fish and rice ok with you?” she inquired sweetly.
“Yes, it is fine girl,and I now want some coffee.” He was beside her in a few steps.
He was pointing to a corner where a coffee maker was. crissy walked over and looked in the cupboard above, and found the filters and the coffee. She turned to get water.
Suddenly Mike grabbed her firmly by the hair, and pulled her head back,pulling her against him. He kissed her very sensuously at first, but deeper as he held her in a tight grip. He was moving his other hand from her breast, to her throat.
crissy was so surprised she almost dropped the pot..she was suspended in time for a moment as his kiss lingered, kissing her deeply. crissys eyes met his, and she melted inside. No matter what questions she had, she felt she could trust him..girl had a quotefrom the books that came to her mind.
He is Master, and I am Slave.
He is owner, and I am owned.
He commands, and I obey.
He is to be pleased, and I am to please.
Why is this?
Because he is Master, and I am Slave.
Mistress Takes Me Shopping, by Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com), Copyright (c) 2003. All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached.
“Today, we have shopping to do,” Mistress announces gaily.
Mistress snaps the leash to my collar and leads me to the car, where she opens the door and gestures me in. I slide into the passenger seat and fasten my seat belt as she closes the door. She gets in the drivers side and leans over to kiss me, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth with both an insistent demand and an implied promise. I ask where we are going and get a finger placed against my lips for my pains.
Mistress drives. As is her habit, she tailgates flagrantly. By the time we pull into the parking lot of the supermarket, my right leg aches from mashing down on a nonexistent brake pedal. She opens the door for me, reaches into my lap and tugs the leash to pull me out of the car. Leading me by the leash, she goes into the store and gets a shopping cart. We go to the produce section, attracting occasional outright stares from the customers who notice the leash and collar.
She gives me a wide grin, and proceeds to check out the fresh produce. She fondles the pears, hefts and shakes the melons experimentally, and throws one at me. I catch it and place it carefully in the shopping cart. She plucks a grape from the case and places it between my lips. I kiss it while she holds it in her fingers, then suck it into my mouth for a snack. In short order she picks out a bunch of bananas, a half pound of mushrooms, three apples and a bunch of asparagus.
On the next aisle she points out the flour and sugar, both of which are on a lower shelf. As I lean over to get the bags, she runs her hand possessively over the seat of my pants. I hear snickers from somewhere behind me. We get eggs, playtex gloves, A- and C-cell batteries, two mousetraps,and some cleaning supplies. When we go to check out, she reaches into my pocket to get change for the cashier, flexing her fingers suggestively. My blush does not go unnoticed by the cashier, a young-looking girl with dimples who looks at Mistress and winks conspiratorially.
I take the two paper bags of groceries and follow the tug of the leash as Mistress walks briskly back to the car. After putting the bags on the floor of the back seat, I once again buckle up in front. Mistress drives us to the lingerie store, where she informs me she has a special purchase to make. When we walk in, the clerk barely gives me a second glance. Mistress has me stand by the door while she goes to the clerk, murmuring quietly. She turns to me and snaps her fingers. When I approach, she unclips my leash and tells me to go to the dressing rooms.
The clerk follows me in and directs me to the podium in front of the triple mirrors. “Drop the pants,” she directs. I look frantically for Mistress, but she is not around. I swallow hard and unfasten my pants, sliding them down in a puddle at my feet. According to Mistress’ directions, I am wearing a pair of pouch briefs, and between Her ministrations earlier and my position here, my cock is filling the pouch.
The woman, looking bored, takes out a cloth tape measure and runs it around my waist, jots a number down, then wraps it around my hips, sliding the tape across the front of my pouch and catching it under the head of my cock. She writes down another number, then holds one end of the tape just under my navel and slides the other end down between my legs and up through the crease of my ass. She holds it there for a few seconds while I try not to squirm too much, then releases it with a curt “You may go.” I’m blushing at my uncontrolled erection, and I hurry to put my pants back on.
When I get back out into the shop, Mistress is standing by the cash register and I join her there. She re-attaches my leash as the clerk comes out of the rear of the store with a package. “This should suffice” is the clerk’s only comment as Mistress pays for the purchase.
Once again Mistress attacks the city streets, but I behave — the whiteness of my knuckles is the only evidence of my concern for our safety. Soon enough we pull into Her driveway, and she unclips the leash before unlocking the car doors. She takes the small package, leaving me to follow with the grocery sacks. I put the groceries away in the kitchen, and from another room I hear her remind me that the dishes need doing. I load the dishwasher and start it, hand wash those few items that can’t be machine washed, and go to the living room to present myself.
Mistress is very particular about this part of my routine. I must disrobe leaving only my shirt on, stand in the middle of the living room facing the sofa, clasp my hands behind my back and hold my legs apart in parade rest. Today she walks around me, slapping my stomach to get me to pull it in a bit tighter, clucking at the condition of my shirt where the backsplash from the kitchen sink caught me. “I must get you a proper apron,” she mutters. I straighten my carriage, but my mind is distracted by the package now sitting on the sofa. Mistress sees the direction of my gaze and smiles evilly.
“Display, Pet”. I put my hands on my hips and bend my knees outward into a half-crouch. I hold this position as She plays with my equipment, hefting my balls, flicking her thumbnail against the head of my cock, an enigmatic smile crossing her face as I become erect despite my efforts.
“Stick out your tongue!”
I open my mouth and extend my tongue. She slides the shaft of her crop along the surface, swabbing the back of my tongue with the tip of the crop. I swallow hard but don’t gag. Mistress is proud of my command of my gag reflex and frequently gives me the chance to demonstrate it.
“Arms Up!”
I stand up and raise my arms over my head, lacing the backs of my fingers together. She presses the tip of the crop to my lips and I kiss it, lavishing the same care on the damp leather that I would give to her palm or her sole. She slides the crop into my underarm, making me squirm, then pops me with it. She strokes the stinging spot briefly, then rains quick sharp smacks up the inside of that arm and down the other.
She stops, and I catch my breath. She moves out of my sight, walking quietly behind me and leaving me facing the plain wallpaper. The crop taps my ass, and I reflexively tense up, then force myself to relax. Splat She catches me on the meat of my left buttock, and I wince at the sharp sting.
“Count!”
“One, thank you Dating over 40 ma’am,” I respond. Splat “Two, thank you Dating over 40 ma’am” as she gives my right buttock a Dating over 40 matching stroke. She alternates between sides and paints splotches of pain on either side of my rear crease, waiting every time just long enough for me to relax but not for the previous sting to fully fade. Finally, after twenty-five strokes and thank-yous, she stops.
I stand, arms quivering above my head, my ass cheeks hot and throbbing. A few tears have made their way down my face.
“You have earned a present,” she says quietly from behind me. “Go over to the sofa and open it.”
I walk to the Dating over 40 sofa (moving gingerly for my sore bottom) and take up the package, tearing off the paper and tossing it properly in the nearby wastebasket. Opening the Dating over 40 box i find a stretchy lace-trimmed sky blue thong. Her voice comes from behind me, kindly but no less demanding for that, “Go ahead Pet, put on your present.
” The thong is quite narrow in front — so much so that my balls spill out on either side of it. At the top it curves around slightly to cup and support my shaft, at least all but the cockhead which is exposed above the top edge. The back strap nestles between my cheeks, pushing them out slightly to catch the soothing flow of room air. I turn around to face Her, my cheeks hot as I picture what I must look like, this feminine garment clashing with my defiantly protruding male feature.
She murmurs her approval, and proceeds to blindfold me and lead me to the wall where hooks are mounted up near the ceiling. First one hand then the other are lifted and put into oft-used cuffs before she steps back from me.
Her fingers tap sharply between my legs, and I quickly slide my feet outward even as i feel my Dating over 40 cock pulse and press upward a bit more into the open. “That’s a good Dating over 40 boy,” she remarks, “they will quite enjoy you, I’m sure.”
I listen with sudden trepidation to the fading sound of her heels going into the other room as the Dating over 40 doorbell rings.
