Did I tell you about the Master?
No he is not my Master. I am a Maitresse, I have no Master, but I do share a dungeon with one. I met him some time ago on a BDSM website, he was moving up from the South and offered me the use of his dungeon. We shared the costs of equipping and furnishing and we share the costs of running it as well. Sometimes we share our slaves.
I remember well the first time I saw him action. The woman was a marketing executive; married and in her thirties. She came to him one midweek afternoon, a Tuesday I think. Well dressed in a business suit of jacket and skirt; she looked like any professional business woman. A bit like I do. I was sat in the Master’s chair in the dungeon when he brought her in. She was surprised to see someone else there and objected to my presence but he told her bluntly that I stayed and he reminded her who she was. “You’re just a fucking slut,” he told her. “You’re my slut and you do what I say or you are out.”
His language and tone shocked me a little but it taught me how to handle people like her. She stayed.
He made her strip. As she did so he kept hurrying her along. He had a riding crop in his hand and he kept tapping her across the bottom and thighs to hurry her up. He also kept swearing at her; telling her what a filthy slut she was and how he was going to beat her. With her clothes in a heap by her side, he kicked them across the room and swore at her again. I have to admit that he scared me but as he explained later, he had got to know her quite well and got to know what she could and couldn’t take from him. She particularly enjoyed being sexual dominated and he enjoyed giving it.
As she stood there he walked around her feeling her body parts, it was almost as if he was examining her like a piece of merchandise. He ran his hand over her shaved pussy and asked her when she last shaved. She told him that morning but he called her a liar and told her she was bristly. She told him again that she had shaved that morning and he swore at her and made her touch herself to feel for herself the bristles and then he made her walk over to me so that I could feel too.
I could tell from the way in which she flinched that she had not been touched in that way by another woman. It was a little bristly, no more than you would expect really from a morning shave, but I agreed with the Master. “It is very bristly.” I told her.
He called her a lazy whore and made her bend over the small bench. The blow from the crop across her bottom even made me jump and squirm. She screamed out but he still hit her again. She was in obvious pain as he pulled her up and then pushed her down onto her knees. It was obviously part of their routine as she started to unbuckle his leather trousers. I must admit that I found it a real turn on watching as she released his cock and started to suck him.
He made her take it right down her throat. He was impressively large and she gagged and gagged; all the time he kept reminding her what a cock-sucking whore she was. After a while he made her break from that and suck his balls; making her take them deep in her mouth. That too made her gag. Then he made her rim him. He leant over the bench and she kneeled behind him and used her tongue on him. That was also a turn on for me; I had never seen anything like it in real life before, and it really got me going.
My next treat and hers too of course was anal sex. He fastened her down to the bench; her bottom exposed and vulnerable. I thought he was going to take her pussy from behind but no, he took a tube of gel and lubricated her anus before entering her. I was sat sideways from them so I could see not just the sex but also their facial expressions. As I mentioned, he is quite large and I could see from her facial expression that he was stretching her but he didn’t care. He just kept banging away at her. He also cropped her; with his crop in his right hand he hit her thigh a few times, almost like a jockey hitting his horse. It made her squeal but all he did was call her names. The best treat for me though was when he suddenly pulled out of her and moved around to the front. He held his erection in front of her head and masturbated himself for a few moments. I watched his spray of cum shoot all over her face and in her hair. He even wiped his cock afterwards with her hair. I was very tempted to unfasten my jeans and masturbate at that stage.
After he had untied her he made her lie down on the floor just a few feet away from me and he handed her a vibrator. He called her a whore again and told her to make herself cum in front of us. He took a flogger from the wall and perched himself on the arm of the chair I was sitting in and we watched as the vibrator whirred away as she thrust it in and out of her pussy. I could tell that it was off-putting for her to do it in front us this way but he was quite merciless, every now and again he would get up and give her a few hard strokes of the flogger across her body. She eventually came; her hips writhing on the floor and her legs moving uncontrollably as she moaned loudly, told me that it was not a fake orgasm.
And then came the anti-climax; it was almost as if nothing that had happened had actually taken place. They both smiled at each other and she crawled over to him and kissed his feet before getting up and putting her arms around him. “Thank you Master.” She said to him. “I really needed that.” She added before leaving the room.
Ten minutes later she came back after having obviously showered and put her clothes back on. She gave me a sort of good-bye nod and gave him another kiss and a verbal good-bye and left. A satisfied woman; a satisfied Master and a very satisfied student!
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