I was the happiest slave that morning. Awake extra early, showered, dressed for Master in a jean skirt and beige turtleneck sweater, black panties, no bra, per Master’s orders. I hate not wearing a bra though, because i’m big and i neeeeed my bra. Master believes it enhances my slave headspace to be braless for Him. Thank goodness i am allowed a bra the rest of the time. But He’s right. (Wearing my ankle cuffs linked together for bed has the very same effect. Another requirement) So off i went to serve Master.

The door to the hotel room was left ajar so when Master walked in it surprised me a little. I was sitting on the bed watching the morning news. A large smile enveloped my face as He put his things down, dark eyes fixed on me the whole time, He crossed the room and stood over me. Without a word his hand slipped up under my sweater and squeezed my right nipple hard, evoking a squeal from me. Then both hands, kneaded both my breasts firmly and i am pushed onto my back on the bed, hands continuing to ply and squeeze. Master is on the bed over me pushing up my top, his teeth are gnawing my right nipple so hard i cry out, tears welling up in my blue eyes. His open hand is slapping my bare breasts, and occastionally the nipples and it really hurts. Biting back tears my head inclines to one side, my knees draw up as my feet tangle together. Deft fingers pull my nipples outward until i lift my torso to ease the painful tension,

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I lie back down, my nipples aching fiercely as they amuse Master, twisting, squeezing and pulling hard, i blink back the tears and groan loudly, my breath coming in shallow pants, the smile long gone from my face as i sink into my slavespace. And Master is still pulling hard and twisting, then flicking each nipple hard with his finger, my arms up over my head my hands tightly clenched to the blankets as i will my body to submit to this painful greeting, breathing hard, legs twisting around themselves fitfully, my pussy becoming quickly drenched.

At last Master stops tormenting my nipples and drags me on my back across the bed gripping me under my arms until my head is hanging off of the bed whereupon he jams His hardened cock into my mouth and down my throat until i am gagging, his body pressed up against my face cutting off my air supply. I panic and writhe, flailing my arms and moving my head attempting to make a slight gasp for a breath somehow. Master leans forward slightly, easily pinning my wrists to my waist with his hands and presses down firmly, keeping me where he wants me, his body still pressed against my nose, cock completely filling my airway. I don’t like this and wriggle my head around and manage to suck a gasp of air before it is again taken from me. Gathering myself i begin sucking madly, lapping my tongue this way and that to afford Master the pleasure of His ownership and he starts a rhythmic fucking of my mouth and throat. I am able to suck air a bit more easily this way and continue sucking him hard for all i am worth, fighting back the gag reflex each time he presses in deep.

His hands release my wrists only to go back to pulling and pinching my tender nipples, while still fucking my mouth. I groan from around his swollen cock and tightly claw my fingers into the bedspread, trying hard to keep mindfully sucking, catching a breath here and there as he makes long, slow, deep thrusts in and out, my neck stretched and sore from dangling off the edge of the bed. His pinches again turn to massive kneading of my breast flesh, and he is leaning into me once again completely cutting off my air. I struggle less this time, perhaps expecting it and i lay very still and wait for what seems an eternity, hearing my own pulse in my ears and nothing else. He is talking to me, but i can’t hear what he is saying and i begin to wriggle and squirm again in earnest trying to release my head from his cock-lock. Eventually as my head starts buzzing i am released and i suck in huge amounts of air gratefully.

Master slips my top off and moves away from the bed. I am lying quietly on my back on the bed, catching my breath, noting my heart is beating very hard. I close my eyes, not really wanting to know what is coming next. I find out very soon.

Master slips down my tights and panties. I think only my skirt remained, hiked up, but can’t quite remember. I am naked except for my skirt, and that being drawn up to my waist. He attaches the leather cuffs to both my wrists and ankles. My knees are bent up and i am still on my back on the bed where he clamps each cuffed wrist to each ankle. My hands will be effectively kept out of the way, and i can part my legs but not really lift them. My legs are ordered apart and out comes the crop which begins smacking down medium hard onto my clit. Perhaps to him, it is only lightly, but a few well aimed strikes have my legs closing tightly and my torso rotating me onto my side while howling loudly. I fear this type of pain and really wish he would strike me anywhere else. He positions himself at my feet, patiently urging my legs apart again so he can smack me in the same place anew. Again my legs clamp together and i am wailing, the tears coming freely now and wishing i could beg him to stop. Master is talking and still i am not hearing him. My head is swimming in pain and frustration, my tears are falling fast. His crop is tapping the soles of my feet and fearing this my legs resume their open position once again.

I am rewarded with another stinger right on my sweet spot. I close my legs and roll to my side. This goes on for a little while; crop descending, searing pain causing me to resist and close. But after a time, my legs do not close all the way, only part way, and then i re-open like the obedient slave i try hard to be. Master remarks that my cunt is getting very red and stops hitting me there only to crack the crop down onto my breasts instead, aiming for my nipples. A new wave of tears and loud cries accompanies this move and i am praying for the usually dreaded interrupting phone call. Before long, i am rewarded and he places the crop handle in my mouth and answers the call.

I collect myself and try not to drop the crop clenched between my teeth. My pussy is throbbing wildly; my nipples ache and i feel my skin tremble from the mix of pain and beads of sweat hitting the cool room air. Shivering like this i vaguely listen to his call and catch my breath, relieved to have a break from the intense pain for awhile. Glancing up, Master is doing his usual pacing and talking and he stops to stroke my face and smile down at me. I look into his eyes unable to bring myself to smile yet still swimming in my slave headspace. Time stops for awhile and all i can do is try not to drop the crop and wait for round two.

Master finishes the call and i see him rummaging around in the suitcase for something. Not wanting to know what, i quickly close my eyes and wait. Master returns to the bed taking the crop from my teeth and i part my legs without being told. He stretches out near my feet, the crop comes down and i manage to take a few without the usual involuntary resistance. Then the clothespins came out and Master clips one onto each labia. The pain is intense and i cry out, fresh tears welling up in my eyes. Down comes the crop again, right between the two clips, and the pain is excruciating, but closing my legs together this time affords no relief and only intensifies the pain as the clips are jostled about by my inner thighs. I quickly part my legs to relieve this new pain and am met with fresh crop strikes. I am sobbing out my pain and frustration nearing utter brokenness, wrenching my wrists futilely, bound still to my ankles, twisting my torso away from the crop in spite of the clips.

We continue this way, crop striking, me struggling to take all, cheeks inflamed and dripping with tears, wisps of soft brown hair sticking to my face and flying everywhere and i contort my body back and forth to and from the source of pain, never able to fully get on top of it. And as Master’s amusement nears a temporary pause, he removes the clips causing me to cry out loudly as my breath gets caught in my chest. New waves of agony engulf my pussy as the blood flow returns, waking new nerve endings and desperately i sob out my pain to myself and to my Master.

Meanwhile He is releasing my wrists and ankles and draws me up close beside him. We lie there, my crying settling and my breathing ragged, coming in rapid shallow gasps and occasionally a deep heaving sigh. Very soon i am floating along in my very deepest submissive headspace, feeling Master’s tender hands stroking me, soothing me, comforting me.

“You are an excellent slave.” He whispers close to my ear. I incline my head to the crook of his arm and try to make myself small, curling my body up against his. This is my very favorite place to be. He smells wonderful. Not of perfume but just of himself. Master’s smell. It’s intoxicating. His fingers explore the cleft between my legs and finding me soaking he drives them up inside, brings them out, then paints my face with wet fingers. I can smell and feel my cunt juices drying on my face. My cunt pulsates. He offers the wet fingers to my lips, one by one i slowly suck them clean. Then, bringing his lips to mine he takes a long, deep kiss from me. He kisses me so hard i begin to float away into my slavespace again, my pussy drenched and aching for release. The kiss is like a rape. He is clearly taking what is His. My knees come up as i intertwine my ankles, my thighs clench together enhancing the pulsing between them. Master knows the meaning of this small action; He knows i am an aching, needy slut.

But my need is not to be satisfied

Master has a hank of my hair in his hand and is guiding my head to his cock. I immediately position myself kneeling perpendicular to his left hip and as i am lowering my mouth to mount itself in place over his cock, i feel my right nipple being pulled tightly. I let out a squeal as my lips lock in place and begin suckling, licking and sliding up and down slowly just the way Master likes. He is guiding my tit the way in which he wants my mouth to go. Gradually pulling my nipple down harder and faster, my mouth follows suit, taking him deeper and faster, bobbing up and down. He begins to thrust up, pushing deep against the back of my throat and i can’t help but gag. Working through the gag reflex i try and relax my throat and swallow him instead, my throat muslces contracting sending waves of pleasure through Master’s engorged cockhead. I am sucking and bobbing, Master is thrusting and tugging hard on my right tit. I am moaning and sucking for all i am worth, when at last i hear magic: Master’s groaning and i feel his cock pulsing and jerking and spurting hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. Eagerly i swallow the warm fluid down and lap Master clean as he releases my nipple and collapses into the bed. I rest my cheek beside Master’s cock and inhale deeply, loving his scent and marking myself for my memory later.

I slip back in place under the cover curled up beside Master as he tugs me even closer, folding me up tightly in his arm. We lie quietly together as Master dozes off. I breathe quietly and deeply, inhaling the scent of lust and sex and Master’s skin. I think of how completely Owned i feel, so content and soon drift off to sleep too, held safe in Master’s warm embrace.