Encounter

 

Today I have a slightly different train journey and only ten minutes to Coventry to meet someone offline. We have only exchanged a few messages, so not really sure what to expect. I am a bit disheartened at the moment with the number of Masters that turn out not to be Masters. I guess a user name like 50 Shades of Mr Grey should make me think twice! The hotel is further out than I thought so I will need to take a Taxi.

I have arrived safely and must just send a quick text to let him know I am about to check in. “Oh shit”, the Blackberry battery as died on me again. Right, I am in a hotel due to meet a Master I have spoken to but don't have a clue what he looks like. Panic followed by logic, The guilty mind is a strange thing; I have found myself waffling a long winded story about staying in Coventry to meet friends for a drink then a night out but my phone as died and I really need to contact them urgently. I feel I am digging a needless hole as the receptionist passes me the charger that I could have asked for ten minutes ago. I have plugged the phone in now and hopefully it will have a burst of life before the end of playing, along with the check in procedure despite knowing I will not be there past teatime.

The room is really nice and comfortable. I have a quick bathroom visit then start to unpack my pilot's case of toys. My phone beeps. It is a text “I'm in the car park”. I call him back to let him know the room number and how to get through the hotel etc. Suddenly a knock on the door. To my surprise my Master for the afternoon is slightly older than me and good looking.

He has been in the room almost 5 minutes now and I am on my knees with my head to the ground and butt in the air. I would like to tell you how I ended up here but it was so quick. I can feel my heart racing, he seems strict, What the hell have I let myself in for. It will be a hard session.

My head raising from the ground triggers the cane to hit me hard vertically across each butt cheek. “Keep your head down”. I can sense him walking around to view my neatly laid out equipment. I rise up on his order to suck his cock and nervously struggle as I release his belt buckle and open his trousers. Even before reaching into his briefs, I can see he is well endowed. I place my hand at the base and start to wank it as I suck its head. “Ouch!” The cane as just hit me across the back of the hand. “Did I ask you to wank me?” “No Master” “Just use your mouth then” The dryness of tongue seems to be obstructing his thick cock reaching the back of my throat.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“No Master”

I slide slightly mouth faster up and down his shaft willing myself to take more.

“Maybe you need some encouragement to help you suck? Like something up your arse?

“No Master”

“Bend over the bed”

Oh no in my rush I have forgotten to place any lube in my bag. I can feel the larger of two butt plugs uncomfortably stretching me as it goes deep inside me.

“Try again”

I quickly position and go to touch.

“No hands”

I am clenching the cheeks of my arse together, focusing on taking him deeper, my eyes are filling up. Now I am gagging, I look up at him as I gasp for air and feel cool tears running down the side of my face. One of the things that used to stop me, now seems addictive and liberating as his cock is reaching new depths.

“On your back on the bed”

I lay across the bed, I feel a tug of my body that leaves my head over the side. Once again he's inside me, past my gag reflex and deep into my throat, I am struggling a bit because its hard to breath, a restrictive and strange feeling; the tip of a mans cock touching me deep inside. I am starting to panic and move causing the sensation of the sides of my throat being stretched. I'm scared, and a flood of saliva fills the base of my throat. A retch comes from the bottom of my stomach forcing me to heave three times. He pulls out. I arch my back up off the bed and quickly swallow. My breaths are deep, fast and loose, breathing has never felt so good. My cum is leaking from my pussy, my body has pushed the butt plug out maybe I didn't need its help. There's little let up, before a several repeats. It feels so wrong but its intensity becomes the seed of my desire.

Spaced out on the bed, I run my hands down over my body and feel loads of of swollen tingling bumps where my Master has flogged from my neck to my knees with nettles. The leaves were cool and refreshing as they hit my warm flesh but soon the sting of the needles kicked in. The volume became unregistered as things developed. Thereare only so many stings the mind can care about at once. The tingles feel nice and even the most sensitive areas appear to have been reached as my pleading to close my legs met rejection.

He as picked up the flogger from the table I feel it running over my body then start to flog the top of my thighs. “Open them” my inner thighs feel more sensitive to even more than my pussy I am relaxing into the sensation “Ouch! My clit. My legs come together “Give it to me willingly or I will take it, open them again the the pain is becoming a far more sensual sensation. My mind is beginning to drift but the occasional hard random hit to my clit is making my eyes open wide and re-alerting my mind back to where I am and the pain. “I think we should try the cane” My breathing is slow shallow as the cane taps my clit, the blows are quite fast I'm trying to process the pain and managing well, “That was the warm up” “Rrrrrrrr” one hard strike of the cane on my clit forces my knees up and pressing against each other, I sense and see them trembling, My Masters warm hand touches my knee “and again” I put the side if of index finger against my mouth, my head turned to one side to avoid watching, my eyes squint as I brace myself, I am breathing deeper, and shakes from my left shoulder are radiating across my body. I cannot help bringing my legs together after every strike. Its so painful as every strike squashes my clit against my pubic bone.
 

I cant take any more and turn onto my stomach.

"Would you rather I have you arse instead? “

The cane strikes are starting to warm my bum this is so much more comfortable than before. I can feel my Masters mind working as he places the cane across the top of my cheeks, conscientiously considering where the first cane line will be placed. I relax as it rises from my skin then brace as it makes firm contact sending a cutting sensation through my flesh. He's just over half way now, two, or at most three, stripes to come then I know it will be over. There's tension in my wrist as I grip the edge of the pillow.
 

As it turn onto my side my hand slides across every well placed welt. I rise up, supported by my elbow, to take my Masters cock once again. My head is so spaced and my body relaxed I easily accommodate its full length.

“Up on the bed”

I can hear the condom packet open, his bell end is running over my inner and outer lips.

“Please Master”

“Please Master, what?”

“Can I have it inside me”

“Yes, as you want me to have your arse instead”

 

I can feel his cock touch and gently trying to push in

“No, Please Master it will hurrrrrt!"

I feel a stretching burning as he starts to fuck me, it going deeper and faster, gradually loosing me to sooth and relieve the pain it had caused on entry. My body is starting to accept it more even crave more. I am warm, it still feels massive inside me, I hear my voice in my head first saying “please cum” then “no don't” I begin to play with my clit. My Masters pelvis shunts against my arse. I can feel my muscles clenching on his cock as he cums, Carefully I pull forward and off his cock to the comfort of the cotton sheets cooled by the fresh air from the window. In feel spaced each time I move my legs. I sense the gaping hole he as just left and my own cum on the pit s of my groin.
 

He has gone to a meeting. I am standing looking around the room “Oh what a mess” I rub my head and move towards the bathroom, glancing back at the mirror. I admire 7 perfectly placed stripes across both cheeks and smile.
 

In my cool bath, I wash my face and smell the scent of his body on me. I run my finger around my wet lips the deep into my mouth, sliding it out replacing it with three then four, closing my eyes, imagining his cock running over my tongue and deep into my throat, where I can still feel a tickling sensation.

 

I relax back and wash my breasts. My nipples are still firm. I squeeze and pull them hard. My other hand slides deep between my legs and my finger slips into the hole where he had been sliding it in and out. Then up on to my pubic bone and clit, circling round and round side to side, faster and faster, before entering my cum lined cunt where I dream of him being next time.