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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: She Loved Learning to Please Her Master! Master Blackstone has a book full of lesson plans. He is filled with the anticipation of teaching them one by one to his newest student. He seldom takes on a novice submissive. But when he discovers Katie online and is convinced that she is sincere in her desire to serve a master and him in particular, he makes an exception. He finds himself excited about the prospect of teaching her masterful lesson about submissive and what it will take for her earn the privilege of wearing his collar. Katie is somewhat naïve about the full spectrum of submission that he will require of her. But once she tastes the joys of serving a master, she is determined to prove herself worthy of his time to train her and definitely worthy of wearing his collar. She endures the pain, the denial and the stretching of her limits as she seeks enlightenment and fulfillment at the feet of her master. As Master Blackstone molds her, she realizes that school is never out. There will always be one more lesson to learn.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [206 KB]
Words: 49083
Reading time: 140-196 min.

Master Blackstone picked up the phone and dialed the number he had already put to memory. He had promised to call for the first time at ten tonight. He had purposely waited until five after to make the call so the anticipation would build. He smiled an evil smile when he heard the phone ring.

"Hello."

"This is Master Blackstone, Katie."

"Good evening, Sir." Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice for the first time.

"Yes, it is." He had visited with Katie Davidson online for nearly two months before deciding to talk directly with her. He rarely got involved with novices but for some reason she captivated him. Convinced she was sincere in her deSire to serve a master, he was ready to take her to the next level. "Were you afraid I wasn't going to call?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I may be late but I'm always on time. That is the privilege of being a master," he told her and took control.

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you in bed?"

"I am, Sir, just like you wanted."

He smiled. "And what are you wearing, my pet?"

"I'm wearing a pink lacy bra and matching panties, Sir."

"Is it a pushup bra?"

"No, Sir. It's a front opening racer back bra."

"Interesting." Although he had demanded a picture of her early in their online exchanges, he was trying to get a visual of her tonight. "And the panties?" He sensed her embarrassment from just having to describe what she was wearing.

"They're pink low-riders, Sir."

"Nothing else?"

"No, Sir. You only wanted me to wear a bra and panties."

"I'm just making sure you really want to serve me."

"I do, Sir. I've thought about it for a long time. It's what I want to do."

"I'll find out soon enough if it's what you really want to do."

She heard the authority in his voice and bit her lip. She felt her heart rate increasing. "Yes, Sir."

"Tell me how you look in your bra. I want you to paint a vivid picture of yourself for me."

"Yes, Sir." She paused. "My bra is a light pink and shows a lot of cleavage. I'm nervous and my breasts are moving up and down as I breathe."

"I can almost see you, my pet."

She blushed. "My skin is lightly tanned."

"Cup size?"

"I'm a "C" cup, Sir."

He grinned. "Run you fingers over your cleavage. Slowly. Tell me how it feels." He waited.

"It feels nice, Sir. I even got a few goose bumps."

"Are you sensitive to touch?"

"I am, Sir."

"Good." He listened to her soft moans. "You like being touched, don't you?"

"I do, Sir."

"And you like touching yourself?"

She paused.

"Do you?"

"It depends, Sir."

"On what."

"My mood."

"You mean if you're horny or not?"

She blushed deeper. "Yes, Sir."

"Are you horny?"

"Maybe a little, Sir."

"I see. Put the phone down and unfasten your bra."

"Yes, Sir." She undid the hook. "It's unfastened."

"Expose your nipples for me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Describe them."

"Well, Sir, they're brown, long and thick."

"Do they get hard when you play with them?" He heard her take a deep breath.

"Yes, Sir."

"Play with them."

"Yes, Sir. Mmmmmmmm."

"You like playing with yourself."

"I do, Sir."

"Are they hard?"

"Almost, Sir."

"You are responsive. I like that."

"Yes, Sir."

"How do you play with your nipples?" he asked as he continued to encourage her to share more of herself with him.

"I gently stroke them by moving my fingertips from the areola to the tip. Mmmmmmm. Then I gently toy with just the nipple, Sir. Mmmmmmm."

"It sounds like it feels good."

"It does, Sir."

"Are they hard?"

Very hard, Sir." She was even amazed at hard they had become.

"I like hard nipples. And I enjoy making them rock hard."

"Yes, Sir. Mmmmmm."

"Keep playing with your nipples and describe your panties for me."

"Ohhh. They're light pink with a touch of lace, Sir. The waistband rides across my pelvic bones."

"Are they silky?"

"Very silky, Sir."

"Is your phone a speaker phone?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Put it on speaker phone for me."

"Yes, Sir." She pushed the button. "It's on, Sir."

"Good. Keep playing with your nipples and move a hand over your panties."

"Mmmmmmmm. It feels good, Sir," she added as if sensing what he wanted.

"Spread your legs and touch your pussy."

"Yes, Sir. Ohhhhh."

"Are you getting horny?"

"I am, Sir."

"Good. Push your panties half way down your thighs." He waited as she obeyed him. He could hear her moving on the bed.

"Okay, Sir."

"What do you see, my pet? Describe your treasure for me."

She paused. "My hair is somewhat thick and curly."

"Color?"

"It's light brown, Sir."

He smiled knowing from her description that she wasn't a natural blond in her pictures. "Soft?"

"Yes, Sir. It's soft. And I do trim it a little," she added.

"I like things to be neat. Are you wet?"

Again, she blushed. She touched her slit. "I am, Sir."

"Thanks to me you are definitely horny," he said to help her understand that her arousal was a direct result of him taking control.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." She arched up slightly as she continued to play with herself.

"How does your pussy taste?"

"Sir?"

"Taste your juices and tell me how it tastes. You have tasted your juices before, haven't you?"

She hesitated. "No, Sir."

"Interesting ... very interesting." He smiled. "Well, it's time you did. Put your finger into your pussy then lick the juices off of them for me."

"Yes, Sir." She had no problem putting her finger into her moist hole. "Oh, yeah," she softly breathed.

"Taste it, my pet." He heard her taking a deep breath. "Taste it."

"Yes, Sir."

He heard her sucking on her finger. "How does it taste and smell."

She took a moment to figure it out. "I'm fragrant, very fragrant." She paused as if searching for the right word to describe the taste. "I'm sweet tasting, Sir."

"I'm pleased with you, my pet."

She smiled. "I'm glad, Sir."

"Keep playing with yourself."

"Yes, Sir." Her hand quickly moved back to her pussy while her other hand kept toying with her nipples. "Oh," she breathed.

"Close your eyes and envision that I'm there. That I'm playing with your pussy and kissing your breasts. That I'm making you so horny."

"Yes, Sir." Her voice was almost breathless. "You are making me horny."

"I'm very good at doing that. Feel my fingertip making circles around your clit. Do it."

"Yes, Sir." She jumped when she found her clit. "Oh, yeah."

He found himself becoming aroused as he heard her and envisioned being there, lying next to her and playing with her. He listened to her breathing and soft moans. "You are getting so needy."

"I am, Sir." She more rapidly massaged her clit.

"I want you to cum for me. I want to hear you cum."

"Okay, Sir." She focused on her clit as her nipples pointed toward the ceiling. She bit her lip as she approached her climax. "I'm so close, Sir."

"Cum."

She tensed. She felt herself going over the edge. "Oh, yeah. Mmmmm. Yes!" Her legs came together as she wantonly worked her pussy on her fingers--or was it the other way around? She didn't care. She kept moaning as she enjoyed a prolonged climax. "Wow!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

She blushed. "I did, Sir." She kept moaning as she continued to play with her pussy.

"It's just a sample of what I can do ... of what I can offer you when you submit to me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Is the camera ready?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I want you to take some pictures. I want pictures of your eyes right after you climax, of your breasts, and your pussy."

"Yes, Sir."

"Send them to me tonight."

"I will, Sir."

"Don't keep me waiting."

"I won't, Sir." She promised.

"I'll be in touch."

"Sir..." She heard him hang up. She picked up the phone and pressed the end button. She reached for the camera. A half hour later, she drew in a deep breath and hesitated a moment before pushing the send button to send the requested pictures to Master Blackstone. She had never exposed this much of herself before to someone she had never met. She had mixed feelings about doing so. Climbing into bed, she went to sleep caressing her pussy and thinking about how good it felt to obey him and to climax for him.