My Husband, My Master
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by David Jewell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: He Learned How to Master His Wife! Master Darkness' most trusted submissive, Erica, returns with a couple, Sara and Brian. Sara exceeds Master Darkness? expectation in a woman in terms of her beauty and latent submissive nature. And Brian quickly becomes a quick study in the joys and intensity of being in control. He takes to being a master like a duck takes to the water. Soon, Brian and Sara find they are developing insatiable needs for more--much more. In addition to this fascinating short novel of domestic discipline by the bestselling David Jewell, readers will find the bonus novelette, A Very Satisfied Master.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: October 2007
11 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [104 KB]
Reading time: 70-98 min.
Master D parked in the driveway of his favorite submissive. He knew what he would find inside because he had given her detailed instructions regarding her preparations for serving him this evening. It had been a long day a work. His day had started at eight this morning and his last meeting concluded at eight-thirty this evening. He was more than ready to release the stress of the day. He smiled to himself in the darkness of his car. The thoughts of using his submissive tonight had energized him during the day. And now he found himself fully focused and eager to use her to bring the day to a close, a most satisfying close. He took a deep breath before leaving his car and walking up to the front door.
He paused with his hand on the doorknob as he telegraphed his arrival to her. He turned the knob. The door was unlocked as he instructed. He pushed the door open. As he stepped inside, he saw her for the first time that day. His heart skipped a beat as he saw the vision of loveliness kneeling in front of the fireplace and facing towards the center of the living room with her eyes lowered to show her respect for him. He was always pleasurably surprised at how her beauty stunned him. He closed and locked the door before taking off his coat and dropping it on the sofa. "Good evening, Danielle."
"Good evening, Sir." As ordered, she kept her eyes lowered while secretly hoping he would give her permission to look at him and soon. Already just from hearing his voice, she felt her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her red underwire bra. It always surprised her, pleasantly so, just how responsive her body was to him.
He moved closer to her. He saw her hands resting on her spread knees with their palms up just as he had ordered. "Are you fully prepared to serve me?" he asked while he made sure she was dressed exactly as he had demanded.
"Yes, Master," came her immediate reply. She felt the strap of her red slip fall from her right shoulder. She resisted the temptation to put it back in place. But remaining still, she simply offered herself to him.
"You look very lovely tonight," he complimented her as he observed that the short red slip barely touched the floor as she knelt there. It was sensuously covering her white thighs and hiding her panties from his view.
"Thank you, Sir." She blushed slightly. She was so happy that he was pleased with her.
Walking behind her, he noted the red high heels and her black hose. "Did you enjoy dressing for me?"
"Very much so, Sir." Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was wet.
He knelt behind her and caressed her ass through the silky material of the slip. His touch made her moan in delight. He lifted the slip slightly and noted the red garters attached to the tops of her black hose. Pulling the slip up higher, he saw her red thong. He enjoyed the contrast of the red material with the creamy white color of her skin. "I do like how you look in red," he whispered into her ear.
Thank you, Sir." She closed her eyes and enjoyed his soft touch. "I like how I look in red myself," she added.
"You look perfect." He touched her thin white collar, the symbol of his ownership. It brought a smile to his lips. He leaned forward and softly kissed the side of her neck just below and slightly forward of her ear. He enjoyed her clean smell and the softness of her skin as he continued to shower her with kisses as he moved from the neck down to her shoulders.
"Ohhhhh," she softly moaned as his touch made her pussy even wetter. She moaned even more when he kissed her earlobe and then gently took it into his mouth. "Yes, Master," she breathed. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
Leaning back, he ran his hands over the calves of her hose-covered legs. He felt their firmness. "I see you are continuing to work out for me."
"Yes, Master. I haven't missed a day since you encouraged me to do so."
"Good. And the results please me." He continued to move his hand over the silky hose.
"Thank you, Master." She moaned when he returned to kissing her neck. She took a deep breath as he moved her hair to one side so he could more easily kiss the side of her neck. "Ohhhh."
Reaching around her, he cupped both breasts and pulled her back against himself. He felt her completely yielding to him. He also felt her rock hard nipples. "You are so needy."
"I am, Master. You make me that way," she confessed as she relaxed in his arms.
Moving one hand under the slip, he slowly moved it over her thigh towards her crotch. He could feel her anticipation of having him touch her pussy. When his hand moved past the top of her black stocking onto bare flesh, he heard her moan ever so softly as she lifted her head and moved even deeper into his arms as if begging him to hurry and touch her sex.
He smiled. While squeezing her left breast to demonstrate his control and ownership, he moved his other hand over the thong that covered her pussy and pressed his fingers gently into the slit he found there. "You are so wet."
"And so needy," he added when he felt her response to his caress of her clit.
"I'm always needy for you, Master." She slightly moved her hips in reaction to the wonderful sensations his touch was giving her.
Removing his hand from her breast and placing it on her hard flat stomach, he pulled her more firmly against himself. He looked over her left shoulder to admire the cleavage created by the underwire bra while still using his other hand to play with her pussy. He loved looking at the soft mounds of feminine pulchritude that overflowed the cups of her bra. "I bet you could cum right now if I let you."
"For sure, Master." She continued to slightly undulate her hips as his finger pressed the drenched fabric of her thong against her swollen clit. "Oh, Master," she moaned as he started to make circles around her clit with index finger. "I could so easily cum for you," she admitted.
"I know. But it isn't going to be that easy, my needy little slut. You are here to serve me."
"I know, Sir." Her body language expressed her frustration when he stopped toying with her pussy.
Cupping both breasts once again, he pulled her firmly against himself and softly kissed her neck. He felt her submission to him. "My needs will be taken care of first," he finally whispered.
He released her breasts, stood up and moved in front of her. Sitting on the coffee table directly in front of her, he ordered, "Look at me." When she did, he looked deeply into her light green eyes. "Remove my shoes and socks."
He watched as she removed his left shoe and sock before leaning over to kiss his foot. He enjoyed both the softness of her lips on his foot and the demonstration of her submission to him. He patiently waited for her to remove his right shoe and sock. When he was satisfied with her efforts to demonstrate her submission to him, he stood up. "Remove my pants."
"Yes, Master." She nervously unbuckled his belt, released the clasp of the pants and unzipped his fly. When the pants slid all the way to his feet, she helped him step out of them. She looked at him as if asking permission to remove his dark green bikini underwear.
"Yes," he simply replied. He watched the expression of joy appear on her face as she lowered his bikinis and was able to see his semi-hard cock. With her help, he stepped out of his bikinis. With his cock only an inch from her face when she once again sat back on her heels after removing his underwear, he perceived her desire to take his cock in to her mouth and orally pleasure him. "You may worship my cock with your hands and with words only." He noted her frustration as he demonstrated his control over how she would serve him this evening.
"Yes, Master." She lifted his cock and looked at it with adoring eyes. She saw the evidence of pre-cum on the tip and wanted to taste it so badly. Using her mental powers, she resisted the temptation. "You have a fabulous cock," she started.
"Yes, it is." He watched as she gently caressed his cock. He waited for her to continue. "What else?"
"It's so magnificent." She paused.
"Go on, slut," he commanded her after waiting a few moments for her to continue. He sensed her struggle to find the right words.
"I'm at a loss for words," she finally admitted while stroking his cock.
"I can understand why. It is truly an awesome cock."
"It is, Sir."
"I bet you would love to taste it and use your mouth to worship it."
"I would, Master." She looked at him and begged him with her eyes for that privilege. "Please."
"Yes, you may suck my cock." He enjoyed the look of gratitude on her face when he gave her permission to do. He moaned as she started to worship his cock by kissing the tip, licking up the pre-cum and then taking just the glans into her warm mouth.
"That feels good. And you look so great with my cock in your mouth," he commented. "Yes, take it all," he ordered as her lips moved past the tip and down the shaft. He watched as she moved up and down on his shaft and took more and more of his cock into her mouth. When he was fully erect, he ordered, "Take it all. I want it deep in your throat." Using his hands, he pushed her head towards his pubic bone. "Oh," he moaned as he felt his cock pop into her throat and could feel the movement on her tongue on the shaft. He held her head firmly against his crotch while he took pleasure from both the sight and feel of her deep throating him. He released the pressure on her head when he recognized her need to come up for air. "Very good, slut."
"Thank you, Master."
"Do it again."
"Yes, Master." She wasted no time in taking his cock deep into her throat once again. She focused on keeping it down her throat for as long as so could. I need to learn to hold my breath longer, she told herself while enjoying the movement of her Master's cock in her throat.
"I love fucking your mouth." There was no doubt over how much he enjoyed feeling his cock moving in and out of her throat. The tightness felt so good. Once again, he allowed her to come up for air. "One more time," he ordered when she had taken a few breaths.
"Yes." He watched as she slowly swallowed his cock one more time. "You are good." He held her head firmly and forced his cock as deep as he could into her mouth. When he let his cock slip from her lips, he said, "I do own this hole, don't I."
"Yes, Master. You own all of me." She gave him a wonderful smile that reflected her respect and submission to him.
"Yes, I do own all of you," he agreed. "Now about worshipping my cock with words, I'll need to train you further in that regards," he told her. "I do expect you to be very capable of worshipping it in this way. I love hearing how great my cock is."
"Yes, Sir. Sorry."
"Next time I will expect much more from you." He looked into her eyes and conveyed his disappointment over her performance. "Take off my shirt."
"Yes, Master." She vowed silently to do much better in the future in worshipping his hard body and she would start right now. She stood up and started to unbutton his shirt.
He noted how her hands trembled as she unbuttoned his shirt. He understood it as a sign of her admiration of him as her master and as an absolute sincere desire to offer herself into his service. He smiled at her as he patiently waited for her to finish while his eyes focused on her breasts.
She parted his shirt and saw his well-developed chest and noted that his nipples were almost as hard as hers. She ran her hands over his chest before helping him take the shirt off. "Your chest is awesome," she indicated once she was standing in front of him once again with her hands behind her back and her legs spread.
"Worship my nipples."
"May I use my hands?"
"Thank you, Master." She caressed his chest. "Your nipples are so hard and feel so good." She felt the hardness of his pectoral muscles. "You are awesome, Sir."
"You have the best looking nipples, Master. The color is perfect and they get so hard," she continued.
Seeing her desire, he asked, "Do you want to suck them?'
"Yes, Sir." Her eagerness was evident in her voice.
"Do it." He watched as she gently kissed his left nipple and played with it using her tongue. "That does feel good." Using his hand, he pulled her face hard against his chest. "Suck it hard."
She enthusiastically obeyed. Taking as much of his breast as she could into her mouth, she sucked on it very hard as her tongue swirled over his hard nipple. She felt and heard his response and knew he was pleased with her efforts.
"Harder," he demanded as he pulled her head more firmly against his chest. "Yes." He held her head in place for almost minute. "Now the other one, slut."
"Yes, Master," she answered once he released her head and while he was guiding it the other one.
"Hard," he demanded once more and pulled her head firmly against his chest. "Yes," he moaned when she obeyed. He jutted his chest out and encouraged her to take even more into her mouth.
She sucked in as much of his breast into her mouth as she could. She continued to use her tongue on the nipple. She felt his nipple becoming so hard and knew he was pleased with her.
Releasing his grip, he asked, "Is my bath ready?"
"Good. I am ready for a very relaxing bath before I continue your training. Let's go." Watching her ass and admiring how the high heels made her legs look so long and slender, he followed her down the hall and into the bathroom.
She bent over and tested the temperature of the water. "It might be too hot."
"Let me see." He stepped into the tub and agreed with her assessment. "Cool it down." He stepped out of the tub.
"Yes, Sir." She knelt on the floor at the side of the tub. Leaning in, she turned on the cold water and started to mix it with the hot water already in the tub.
He smiled when her movement caused the red slip to move up and fully expose her ass to him. He couldn't resist. He bent over and softly caressed the firm cheeks of her buttock that were outlined by the red thong. "So nice."
"Thank you, Master," she purred while continuing to check the temperature of the bath water.
"Let me know when the temperature is perfect," he said while continued to massage her ass.
"Yes, Master." She jumped when his hand moved between her legs and massaged her clit. "Your bath is ready, Sir," she added a few moments later.
Testing the water himself, he said, "Yes, this seems much better." He stepped into the bath and sat down. Using the head cushion, he leaned back against the wall and let the hot water envelop his body as he inhaled and enjoyed the vanilla aroma of the bubble bath. "Perfect." He closed his eyes when she started to wash his body. "That feels so good."
"Enjoy, Master." Danielle gently washed his chest and arms.
"I will, my precious little slut." He opened his eyes and caught her looking at him. He smiled at her before moving his gaze to her cleavage. "That looks so nice," he said.
"I'm glad you like them."
"They are nice and I have some special things in mind for them."
"Yes, Master. I'll look forward to finding out." She focused on washing his legs. Feeling the roughness around the heel, she asked, "Shall I use a pumice stone and smooth the skin on your heel?"
"Yes." He closed his eyes once again and enjoyed the soft strokes of the pumice stone. He could feel the stress of the day leaving his body as the skin of the other heel was also smooth. "Your favorite part?" he asked when she started to clean his cock.
"Yes, Sir," she admitted without hesitation. "It is my most favorite part."
"I know." He waited for her to finish. "Hand me a towel."
"Yes, Master." When he stood up, she started to dry him off.
He waited for her to finish drying his chest before taking the towel from her. "While I finish drying off, I want you to go to guest bedroom in the basement. Take off your slip and bra and get on the bed. I will expect your nipples to be hard and your pussy wet when I join you"
"Yes, Master. Do I keep the heels on?"
"Yes." Using the towel, he continued to dry himself off. He smiled as he heard her heels going down the steps into the basement. "She is in for a long night," he said to the image in the mirror above the sink and directly across from the tub. Stepping out of the tub, he dried his feet. Taking his time and giving Danielle plenty of time to play with herself, he slipped into his one-piece, black master's outfit. His cock was hidden but very visible in the fabric of the outfit and the narrow straps of the top section accentuated the definition of his back and chest but didn't cover up his nipples. His arms and legs were bare. He checked his appearance in the mirror before taking his time to descend the staircase into the basement. He wanted her to hear him coming and thus build up her anticipation for his powerful presence and for her continued training.