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 Hilda's two Masters part 5 of 25

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   Hilda:

   After a short while he rose from the bed and said:

   "On your back!" "Yes, Master!"

   And Yes, he was a real and demanding Master, I thought during my rapid
movement.  I turned over to my back.

   "Your legs apart!"

   My legs flew obediently apart and seconds after later he entered me.  I
was wet enough but I noticed that he hadn't touched me with his hands.  The
only body bodily contact was when he forced himself in me with a cock that
was so hard that I would believe it was a dummy if I hadn't touched it with
my lips before.

   To be honest I was used to "no touching" by Mats, but it didn't fit into
my assumed picture of Master Micke.

   I gave him a welcoming and gentle stroke over his back and squeezed
around him with my vaginal muscles to make him feel happy in there.  I
aimed at many more visits in my vagina in the future, as often as he
wanted. I felt that in my whole body.

   He pushed so deep and hard into my vagina that I for a moment thought
that I would split in half.  I could hear myself whimper in a miserably
weak way at the same time that I enjoyed that whole push.

   It was a fantastic feeling that his hard penis, with an ancient right,
demanded and took all that spaces it needed and that my vagina in its
flexibility must be forced to offer it.  I made me feel so feminine and
submissive, in a way that only women understand when my vaginal muscles
adjusted them themselves obediently after to his need of space.  He was
much bigger and harder than Mats.  I detected a completely mad thought in
my head: "Had I swapped for the better, after all?" My sex completely
surrendered; every part of me below my waist was all of his.  It felt
indescribably nice!

   He increased his pace and I thought I would split in half but my body
automatically answered him with the first female movements in the history.
It is built into our bodies to act out automatically when we have a manly
part in our bodies, I think.

   //

   ("It is the most important female movement", according to my brother! 
We have a very close verbal relation and he was my verbal guinea pig, as a
way for me to understand manly thoughts and behavior, when I studied
behavioral psychology at university.  Before that a man's way to act was as
mysterious as for a male to understand a female.)

   //

   He built up an orgasm inside of me that I couldn't remember that I had
been in vicinity of, before in my life.  I was so hot!  Perhaps it was
developed by the whole situation, I don't know for sure, but it was present
and real to me.

   Mats had trained me in that I couldn't cum without of his permission so
an inner obedient deadlock made me wait and wait.

   I tried to force my orgasm back time after time but only to feel it
returning with its double force.  I clearly understood that I wouldn't make
another effort of holding back.

   "Master, May I cum, please?"

   He lost his pace for a moment.  I thought that he was surprised, but he
took hold of his Master role.

   "Yes cum!  Cum for me!"

   I obeyed him, my body obeyed him and my incredible orgasm obeyed him.  I
orgasm as I never had done before in my life, in wave after wave as if
there was no end to it.

   (Still this unimaginable orgasm was to become just a slight breeze in
comparison with the hurricane that Master BB has in store for me in the
future.  But I didn't know that then.)

   Far away I heard myself screaming out every wave, as I felt them rinse
over my body.  It wouldn't stop and neither would I.  I was convinced that
I would lose my mind if it kept going on, but I didn't.  Or did I?  He
looked down to my face and I saw how sweat dropped from his fore-head and
fell down to my breast.

   "You, inhale!" He ordered.

   I looked at him and understood.  I took a deep breath and I felt in my
chest that it was long time since the earlier inhalation.  Had I kept my
breath without of knowing it?

   He was still bone-hard inside of me and my squeezing muscles during my
orgasms had presumably not made it better.  I have been train trained to
squeeze my vaginal muscles for my Master's enjoyment.

   He withdrew himself and I screamed out loud in protest, as a little baby
losing its comforter (pacifier).

   "No please.  I want you to cum as well, Master!"

   He didn't answer me but roll rolled off me and lay down at the bed on
his back.  The hard cock was still standing aslant upwards and nodding in
the pace of his pulse.

   I felt like a slave-girl good-for-nothing.  He hadn't orgasm and it was
my fault.

   If I had known him better I had would have begged him to spank me,
punish me as my bad conscience demanded, but I was quiet and cried instead.
I cried out of bad conscience, of not bringing him to an orgasm, of
happiness that I found him but also of dread of losing him.  But most of
all in fear of that he wouldn't find me sufficiently enjoyable for him.

   I must exert myself more.  I wasn't ready to give him up, in the meaning
of losing him.

   My earlier conviction that he was the boss and also responsible for what
was happening in the room and I had only to follow his order, wasn't
calming me any longer.  I had to put my back into this.

   But the tears built also up gratefulness to him and I felt a sudden
delirium of joy, an inner and super-nice intoxication.

   (This last word have I pick from my later experience in Master BB's
world, so it is not my own, though it well describes the feelings.)

   "I'm so sorry Master.  Please forgive me!"

   A slave-girl mustn't take her own initiative, I know, but I broke my
trained and accepted rule and throw my body to the footboard and leaned
over his cock.  I was inconsolable at my failure to make him cum.  I was
also ready to take any punishment he seemed fair, for my unforgivable own
initiative.

   Sobbing I started to massage and stimulate his penis with my tongue and
lips and didn't care that it had been inside of me and was sticky and slimy
by its visit there.  It wasn't important for the moment.

   At the same time I understood that it was my cunt that it was lacking
and the closest I could offer in this position and in a forbidden
initiative was my throat, deep throat.

   First I licked at it and gave it a lot of saliva.  I took a deep breath,
relaxed my throat and pushed my head over him.  It hurt and strained, but
it slid down my throat and when it had passed "the lock" I started to
swallow and massage it with my swallowing muscles deep down there, as I'd
been taught.

   My slave-girl-mind is always scanning my Masters every output-signals
and I heard him grunt contentedly and felt his hand at the back of my head
as if he wanted it to stay down there.

   His will is my law and the air I had got had to be enough, even if I
would die in my efforts.  He must have his pleasure at any cost.

   "Bloody Hell!"

   Far away I heard him swear out his enjoyment.  Just before I was going
to pass out I raised my head and breathed as a mad woman.  Very soon the
slave-girl inside of me thought that it was enough of air so I dove again
and let it slide down directly into the depth.

   Already in its sliding to the depth I felt him releasing himself at his
ride.  I pushed it all the way down there and let it glide up and down in
its second vagina.  My lips were deep into his pubic hair, which tickles my
nose.  It gave me less resistance every time it passed "the lock" but and
it went more and more easy and it didn't hurt anymore.  I also massaged it
with my lips and my tongue on its returns.

   I continued to suck and, from his penis, now becoming flaccid, I drew
more of his semen.

   I thought of Anna, who consider it is her reward and I felt it really in
the same way, his sperm was my reward.  I'd worked hard for it.

   My new Master was damned nice.  I had enticed him to cum.  I knelt
there, between his legs and let tongue and lips most carefully caress his
sensitiveness.

   Mats had taught me that a real slave-girl never let her Master's cock
leave her mouth before she is ordered to do so, "Even if it would take all
night!" Night!  I had no idea what time it was, but it had started to grow
light outside.

   In that moment I was prepared to let it stay in my mouth as long as he
wanted it there.  He was on his back and I had his whole cock in my mouth
and only tried it with my tongue from time to time, letting my thought fly.
Now it was easier when he was still big but softer.  I couldn't believe
that his whole length had found room in my mouth and throat.  Or am I
big-mouthed?

   (My brother had called me that in a quarrel, but I'm sure he meant
something else, then his.)

   Micke's masterly voice woke me up from my thoughts.

   "Do you want to be my slave-girl?  I mean forever?

   //

   Supposed to be continued.  If you are interest in next parts, please say
so.  Translating is a hard work and as a woman I'm driven by encouragement.
/Cecilita