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*****     WARNING     *****
The following story contains sexually explicit themes and language, as 
well as violence.  This story is NOT intended for reading by those under 
the age of 18, nor in areas where the reading of such material is 
considered illegal.

PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK
(you have hearby been warned!)







	It was late Friday night and He was tired, but sleep would not come to 
Him.  He knew that she was supposed to arrive at any time He was anxious 
to meet her, to see her for the first time.  He felt like He knew her, 
that they were old friends already, but there was so much to learn about 
another person that words, a picture, or even voice on the phone 
couldn't tell you, but one glance in a millisecond could.
	He wondered how she would react, behave when she arrived.  Would she be 
the bold and sexy Samantha that he had first met, so sexy and sensual?  
Or would she be the loyal slave that He fantasized about ever since she 
had sent Him that story on His birthday.  He knew that either way He 
would be pleased, but He hoped for the later.  He had so much planned 
for them if she did.
	It was nearly midnight and He looked again around the hotel room.  They 
had agreed to meet on neutral ground, in a city that neither knew well, 
but both knew.  Where neither would feel completely at home and where 
some safety in anonymity could be found.  He thought about checking the 
bag of toys that He had brought with Him to enhance their pleasure, but 
He knew that He had already checked it twice.  He thought about 
rechecking the ropes He had rigged on the bed, but those knots were 
secure as well.  He groaned and rolled over, wishing the night would 
pass and the morning that held such promise would hurry.
	He thought again about her last email, where she had agreed to meet 
Him, in the hotel lobby bar at 11am.  She had said that she would be 
wearing a black leather miniskirt, hose and a white blouse with a blood 
red rose in her hand.  He again tried to picture exactly what she would 
look like in this outfit, but all that did was make His ache all that 
more terrible.
	He tried to count sheep, tried to remember the names of all the patient 
He had seen in clinic the day before, tried any number of tricks to get 
her out of His mind, but He could not.  For a moment He cursed her, 
cursed Himself for this agony of waiting.  He thought again about having 
a drink to help Him sleep, but again decided against it.  He wanted to 
be sharp and fresh in the morning when He met her, and did not want any 
drugs to dull His senses.
	He rolled over and stared at the ceiling again, counting the tiles 
there, though He already knew that there were 514 in this room and 27 in 
the bathroom.  Then He laughed at Himself and wondered if He should go 
enroll in High School again since that was the last time He had felt so 
emotionally vulnerable.
	Then He heard it, the soft knock at the door.  He knew instantly that 
it was her, that she had come to find Him because she couldn't sleep 
either.  He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, rose from the bed 
and a quick glance in the mirror confirmed that His hair did not look 
too tussled.  
	He crossed the room quickly and looked out the peep whole into the 
hall.  He could the top of a head outside His door, but that was all.  
He cracked the door and there she was, kneeling on the floor in front of 
His hotel room, legs spread modestly but her submission evident, her 
head and eyes down turned.  She was wearing a black dress, plunging 
deeply at the neck and with a short hem line that had ridden up, quite 
nicely revealing her thighs and the tops of her hose and the garters 
that held them.
	"Please forgive this girl for disturbing You Milord.  I did not know 
what else to do.  I could not sleep and I hoped that You might allow me 
to serve you tonight instead of waiting till morning."
	He smiled down and her and lifted her chin so that He might look into 
her eyes.  He looked into her eyes when they met His and He saw so much 
emotion there.  There was love, fear, joy, anxiety and lust all mingled 
there, and He knew that she was His, whether she knew it yet or not.
	"You have done well, and I am pleased that you have given yourself in 
this manner."  And with that He took her hand, helping her to stand and 
then motioning her to walk into the room. 
	He watched as she walked past Him in the doorway, so proud to see that 
she kept her eyes lowered, that her posture was so perfect, chest out, 
head down, her other arm behind her back.  He drank in the sight of her 
as she walked and knew that He would enjoy her many treasures this 
evening.
	"Stop there" He called as she had taken a few steps into the room.  He 
walked up behind her and pushed her long brown hair to the side and bent 
close to the nape of her neck and breathed in her essence, her aroma.  
He allowed His hands to run across her shoulders and down her arms, then 
across her chest, lightly caressing her breasts, feeling her nipples 
respond to His touch.  He saw her shudder at His touch and He knew that 
she too was ready for the evening, that she had anticipated it as much 
as He had.
	He walked around her, letting his hands trace across her stomach, her 
hips, her nicely shaped ass, and then down her silk encased legs.  His 
hands trailed back up her legs to her inner thighs and the warmth and 
wetness there gave away her desire. 
	"I hope you find me to your liking, Milord, I wish only to please you." 
she said as He stood and looked again at her face where she tried to 
hide a slight smile.
	He smiled back at her.  "But how am I to know if I like it when so much 
is covered from my view?" He asked.  "Disrobe for me and let me see all 
that you are giving to your Lord."
	Hesitating for just a minute, there appeared to be a battle going on in 
her mind.  He loved this part, the part where the desire, the lust, the 
emotions battled with the mind and He knew that her compliance would 
tell Him more about her than He had learned over the past several months 
of talking with her.
	For a split second His mind wandered as He waited for her to comply.  
He wondered why people were so out of touch with their emotions, that 
there were so many internal conflicts that had to be overcome to 
experience pleasure.  But quickly dismissing these thought, He returned 
to the subject at hand, remembering that it was the paradox of 
Domination that often drew Him more than the sensuality.
	She started slowly, timidly undoing the buttons along the front of her 
dress, and He thought that He could see a slight tremor of fear in her 
hands as her fingers worked.  She kept her eyes down turned, and though 
He wanted to see the turmoil within them, He allowed her this privacy 
and enjoyed the sight of her as she revealed it to Him.
	Slowly the dress parted, revealing a black lace camisole that barely 
contained her breasts.  Slowly she let the dress fall to the floor and 
she gingerly stepped out of it, bending down to fold it and place it to 
one side on the floor.  Then she lifted the camisole up, revealing her 
breast in their glory to His eyes, pulling it up over her head and then 
neatly placing it on top of the dress.  
	Before she could move to her garter belt, He stepped close to her and 
touched her hand, causing her to involuntarily look up into His eyes.  
He saw the need there, the desire to serve and satisfy, but the fear 
there as well.
	"You can stop now and we can explore other parts of our relationship." 
He said, "But if you truly want Me, want This, then there is no turning 
back.  I will have you and have you completely.  While you may have the 
power of the safe-word we agreed upon in your email, and it is your gift 
to give, if we proceed, you will be Mine."
	He watched her nod and the words that were trying to form on her lips.
	"I know Milord, and it is what this one wants, to be yours, to try and 
please you.  Please accept this my gift to you, for this one has nothing 
more worthwhile to give you than herself."
	The pride welled up in Him and His love for her doubled in that moment.  
He lifted her chin and bending down, kissed her soft, warm lips.  The 
kiss lasted for a mere moment, but seemed to tell both of them more than 
they had said in all the words they had used over the Internet.  He felt 
the love and passion that hid just beneath the surface, and the thought 
of releasing that passion, made His longing all that more painful.  It 
will wait, though, because it is important to do this correctly.
	He broke the kiss and stared deep into her eyes, seeing the blush 
spread across her cheeks.  He wondered if she would break the gaze as 
His hands wondered across her cheeks, down her neck to her shoulders.  
>From there to her breasts, He lightly traced them, lightly outlining her 
nipples, cupping them in His hands, weighing them and feeling their 
consistency.
	As His thumbs brushed again across her nipples, she could no longer 
help it and she looked down again.  He continued to massage her breasts 
and stimulate her nipples as her breathing sped, and then He stepped 
away.
	"Continue to show your Lord your gift." He said as He returned to the 
chair in front of where she was standing.
	The black lace panties were where her hands returned and she slowly 
pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them.  The wetness of her 
panties revealed her arousal and desire, and He reached out and took 
them from her as she picked them up to put them with her dress and 
camisole. 
	He brought them to His face and smiled them, drinking in the smell of 
her sex.  He watched her blush again, and He smiled.  He knew that she 
was enjoying this as much as He, but He would see how she reacted to the 
rest of the weekend's events that He had planned for her.
	Next, her hands went to the garter belt, undoing the straps from her 
hose, then unclasping it and placing it on top of her camisole.  Then 
she placed her foot on His knee and began to roll down her hose, 
allowing Him to see her sex and her legs in all their glory.  First one 
leg was bared and then the other, and soon she stood completely naked 
before Him, a small pile of neatly folded clothes on the floor beside 
her.
	He sat there for a moment and admired her.  He knew this was a struggle 
for her, that these were new experiences for her.  He was proud of her, 
though, for no one could find fault with her, for she stood with her 
feet slightly apart, her back straight, her arms held behind her back 
causing her breasts to ride high on her chest.  Her head and eyes were 
lowered and her face was beautifully framed by her long brown hair.  
That she had read and studied and prepared herself for this evening was 
obvious.
	He sat there for a minute more, just drinking in the beauty of her.  
His mind raced with the possibilities and His desires, but He stayed 
true to the plan He had worked on long before she had knocked on His 
door.
	"Now, I want you to touch yourself, to pleasure yourself for My 
enjoyment. I want you to taste your desire off your own fingers and then 
to let me suck the cum from your fingers after I give you permission to 
cum."
	He watched the turmoil in her eyes.  He knew that she loved the taste 
of herself, and that she masturbated frequently.  But to be forced to do 
so here in front of Him was taking its toll on her.  The fact that she 
was proud and so wanted to serve Him soon won out and her right hand 
slowly appeared from behind her back and went to touch her wet cunt.
	He watched closely as her fingers parted the smoothly shaved and now 
very wet lips of her cunt and expose her clit.  He smiled as she spread 
her legs wider and began to pleasure herself by rubbing her clit and 
then sliding her finger into her wet depths.  
	Slowly she pulled her finger from her cunt and trailed it across her 
stomach, between her breasts and to her mouth and He watched as she held 
His gaze and sucked her own wetness from her fingers.  A slight moan 
escaped her lips and her tongue licked her lips involuntarily as her 
hand returned to her clit and once again began to stimulate herself.
	He watched and was surprised at how quickly she seemed to reach her 
peak arousal, for it was only a minute or two until she broke the 
silence.
	"Please Milord" she said, her voice on edge, "Please allow me to cum."
	"Not yet my dear." He answered and watched her back stiffen as she 
realized that He was not going to let her have release.  "I want you to 
turn around, stand her over my knee and bend over, spreading your cheeks 
in each hand and letting your Lord see all your treasures."
	He watched as she clumsily turned and positioned herself, bending down 
and reaching back with both hands to spread her cheeks and reveal her 
wet and aroused cunt and puckered anus to His eyes.  He made her stay 
like that for a moment, watching as a small drop of her juices gathered 
at the edge of her labia, before falling onto his leg.
	He reached out and ran a finger along her slit, gently rubbing her clit 
and then tracing her labia, letting His finger slip into her very wet 
cunt up to one knuckle, tracing the ring just inside her, then along to 
her anus, where He gently slipped His finger into her, meeting little 
resistance because of her own lubrication, but feeling her squeeze His 
finger as she involuntarily tried to resist this invasion.
	"Now you may cum, my dear" He whispered and watched as one hand 
returned to her clit.  He felt her anus tighten around His finger as He 
slowly advanced it until it was buried inside her.  And then her orgasm 
hit, and He felt all her muscles tighten as it hit her, rolling over her 
in waves, making her gasp for breath. 
	He watched her legs buckle beneath her, watched her struggle to hold 
her balance, and He reached out with His hand to guide her onto His lap 
as he removed His finger from her.  He pulled her face close and kissed 
her softly, looking into her lovely brown eyes, then taking her hand, He 
brought it to His mouth and proceeded to suck the cum from her fingers.
	He was surprised though, when she took His hand and licked the finger 
that had been in her, cleaning it gently, her tongue washing it.  He 
smiled at her, His pride evident at that moment.
	When her breathing had calmed, He helped her to stand and led her to 
the bed, where He asked her to kneel on the edge of the bed facing Him.  
He stood in front of her and placed her head on the curve of His neck 
and shoulder.  Then He took His hand and running it along her inner 
thighs to her cunt, began once again to stimulate her clit, rubbing it 
in little circles.
	He heard her gasp when He first touched her clit, and felt her body 
tense as He stimulated her.  He slipped two fingers into her cunt and he 
felt her jaws clench as He finger fucked her and rubbed her clit.
	Again he was surprised by how quickly she reached climax, and by 
speeding His efforts, He brought her to orgasm before she realized that 
she had forgotten to ask permission.  He smiled to Himself, her first 
mistake.  He would remember it for a long time, and was sure that she 
would too.
	He continued to fuck her and rub her clit until she could no longer 
bear it and tried to pull away from Him.  He knew her clit was very 
sensitive and that she was feeling that exquisite feeling that was both 
painful and pleasurable at the same time.  With His free hand He held 
her tightly to Him so that she could not tear herself away, and as He 
continued to rub her clit, He whispered in her ear, "I didn't hear you 
ask permission to cum."
	"Oh God," she cried out, "Please Milord, please forgive me, please 
stop. Oh God, no, don't stop, please let me cum again."
	He smiled and slipped a third finger into her, His thumb gently 
stroking her clit, holding the tissue of her cunt between His fingers, 
slowly fucking her, bending down and lightly biting her neck.  Then 
whispering in her ear, "Cum for me karen, cum for your Lord."
	And with that she shuddered and came for the third time, her body 
limply falling against His, He supporting all of her weight as her knees 
gave way and His fingers slipped from inside her.  He held her there as 
she trembled, as she cried, and hugged to tightly to His chest.
	Then gently easing her to the bed, He lay down beside her and gently 
stroked her cheek as He gazed into her faraway eyes, watching her 
recover, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
	"Thank you Milord." she said as she closed her eyes and relaxed on the 
bed.
	He allowed her to drift off to sleep before gently easing Himself from 
the bed to prepare for her awakening.
	A few hours later, He gently took her wrist and slipped the looped rope 
around it and pulled it tight.  He did the same to the other wrist and 
before she could awaken fully, He had also secured one of her legs in 
the same manner.  He looked up and saw that she was fully awake as He 
secured her other leg, getting no resistance from her at all.
	He smiled as she looked around the room and fixed her eyes on the 
silver candelabra that He had brought for this occasion.  It gave the 
only light in the room and He marveled at the way the flickering light 
played across her skin, the light and shadow painting her in a 
tantalizing display.
	He watched her eyes widen a little though, when He pulled one of the 
candles out of the candelabra and hold it above her.
	"I think you should know that I hate those no drip candles.  I like 
things that drip when they are on fire." He said with an evil grin 
across His face.  And with that they both watched in what seemed like an 
eternity as the first hot drop of wax fell from the candle and onto the 
tender skin between her breast.
	He watched her eyes as she held her breath and fought to stay in 
control as the hot wax that was burning her skin slowly cooled.  He knew 
that soon her every nerve would be on edge and He smiled at the promise 
of what that might bring.
	He watched her eyes plead with Him not to let the next drop fall, but 
her pride and her desire to please Him would not let her speak, and He 
felt her stiffen as the next drop of wax fell, this one landing just 
above her nipple.  Again He watched her struggle to maintain control, to 
not cry out, and was pleased when she did not.
	He gently caressed her face and looking into her eyes asked, "What do 
you feel, my dear, tell Me what you are thinking."
	Softly she said, "I wish only to please You Milord.  This pain is 
pleasure to me if it pleases You and brings You happiness."
	He wondered just for a second if she would ever relent, that was how 
proud she was, but as the next drop of wax caught her by surprise and 
landed right on her nipple, she jumped and allowed a slight yelp to 
escape her lips.  
	He turned the candle now so that the flame caused more wax to drip and 
he painted a line across her stomach to the top of her mons.  He laughed 
at the zig-zag pattern of the line where she had squirmed to avoid the 
wax.
	"Please Master, no, not there." she begged as He spread her lips and 
exposed her clit.  "Please do not burn me there." she begged.  
	He smiled and said nothing as a small drop of wax fell and landed right 
on top of her clit, causing her to scream and rise up off the bed, 
straining at the ropes that bound her.  But the fear in her eyes grew 
even more when He replaced the candle and pulled out the ice bucket.
	"Ice is good for burns." He said slyly and proceeded to pull away the 
now cool and hard wax and rub the ice over the tender red skin below.  
	As He moved from he breasts, across her stomach, her breathing grew 
ragged and when the ice touched her clit, a moan escaped her and her 
eyes closed.  He gently pried the wax away and after rubbing her clit 
with the ice, slipped what was left of the cube into her cunt.
	Kneeling between her legs, He bent and began to suck on her breasts, 
licking each of them, nibbling on each, massaging them with His hands.  
Then letting his tongue trace the same line down to her clit. He began 
to slowly lick her clit, letting His tongue trace along her slit up to 
her clit, then repeating, licking up her juices and savoring her taste 
and aroma.  
	He let His tongue dive deep into her depths, and He felt her struggle 
to spread her thighs and give Him access to her depths.  He let his 
tongue plunge in and out of her, licking around the outside of her cunt, 
then plunging back into her again.  Over and over He repeated this, 
until she was shaking with desire.
	"Please, Milord, please let me cum." she cried out, and with a muffled 
yes He gave her permission to cum as He continued to drink her juices.
	It seemed to Him, that each of her orgasms had built in strength, each 
a little stronger than the previous one, and this one was not exception.  
He felt her strain up to meet His tongue, felt her tug against her 
bonds, and listened to her cry out as her feelings overcame her.
	Slowly, gently removing Himself from between her legs, He allowed her 
to relax.  She looked over at Him with her love apparent in her eyes.  
She smiled as she said, "May I say something to you?"
	"You may always talk to Me after you have pleased Me." He replied
	"I'm not sure how to say this," she started, "but that was the most 
powerful orgasm I have had in a long time.  It felt like every nerve in 
my body was on fire.
	"I have to admit that this was not exactly what I thought would happen 
when I came down to meet you.  That I would cum four times before You 
came once.  If there was any doubt that I wanted to be completely Yours, 
it is gone completely."
	Smiling down at her and tracing the shadows cast on her body by the 
candles, He too felt a bond that He had not felt in a very long time.  
Then reaching into the bag that lay on the floor beside the bed, He 
pulled out two heavy silver balls.
	"Do you know what these are?" He asked with a sly grin on His face.
	"Yes I do, Milord.  They are Ben Wa balls.  Do You want me to carry 
them?"
	He smiled and said nothing, but His pleasure apparent, as He slipped 
the first of the two balls into her cunt.  When she relaxed again, he 
pushed the other into her and seated them both deep inside of her with 
His fingers.
	Then He reached over and untied her hands from the bedpost and freed 
her legs as well.  He stood and quickly removed the terrycloth robe He 
was wearing and lay beside her on the bed.
	"Now it is your turn to show Me just how much you meant what you said.  
I want you to please Me as you think I would want.  But, if those Ben Wa 
balls fall out before four hours, I will have to whip you."
	As He laid back on the bed, she knelt over Him, looking at Him and His 
arousal.  She leaned down, her long dark hair cascading across His chest 
and whispered in His ear, "Master.... may I please suck your cock 
today?"
	"Yes, suck your Lord's cock and show Him how you love Him." He replied.
	Moaning as she heard those words that sent chills through her, she ran 
her hands along His thighs up to the waistband of His pants, hooking her 
fingers in the band but pausing and not unbuttoning them.  Instead, she 
bent down and licked His erection through His pants, tracing the outline 
of His hardness through the material, biting down a little harder where 
her lips feel His head.
	While she would love to tease Him like this all afternoon., she can't 
wait to taste Him.  Fingers working quickly to  undo His button and 
zipper, her hands run along His hips and thighs as she pulls His pants 
down, her nails digging in just a little til she can see faint red marks 
on His skin.
	His erection springs out of His pants and she opens her mouth to suck 
the head in, stopping  it from bobbing around. He feels her tongue 
explore every surface of the head of His cock, the smooth skin around 
the tip, the indentation and the hole where His cum is going to explode 
out. Then the line that runs down the underside to the spot where she 
knows He is sensitive and around the hard rim. She is amazed that flesh 
can feel so hard, like stone.
	The sensations are too powerful and He takes her head in His hands, 
forcing her to take His cock in her mouth, but she twists away, letting 
the head of His cock fall from her mouth.  She turns and lowers her head 
to lick the crease of His thigh while her hair falls over the now wet 
head of His cock and sticks to it.   
	He feels her tongue explore His body, moving around the base of His 
cock through His hair, taking a second to pull some with her mouth, then 
licking around the other side and sucking hard on His skin in the crease 
of His thigh
	He looked down and saw her dark hair stuck to the wet head of His cock, 
and watches as she moves back up to His shaft. He sees her pause for 
just a moment, watching His cock pulsating, then she resumes by licking 
the veins that look like they are going to bust out of His skin.
	He feels her trace up His cock from His body, where His balls start, 
back up to the head of His cock where her hair looks like it's 
strangling it.  She slowly pulls her hair off and opens her mouth just 
over His head.
	He is amazed by her talent, and she is noticeably excited and breathing 
heavy.  He can feel her breath almost all the way down His shaft.  He 
moans as she pauses, just waiting, testing to see how patient He is.
	Not very patient she finds as she feels His hands on each side of her 
head again, forcing her to take inch by inch of His cock into her mouth.  
She moans as He does and then starts to voluntarily take more and more 
of His cock into her mouth.
	His hands then drift down and take her breasts in His hands, caressing 
them, massaging them, pinching and twisting her nipples, causing her to 
moan again.  The sensations of her moaning as He cock lies deep in her 
mouth feel incredible and He twists her nipples once more to get that 
feeling again.
	His cock slowly slides deeper into her hot mouth, her mouth open wide, 
her eyes closed as she moans aloud again.  This time she rams  her head 
down on Him, jamming the head of His cock in her throat, her mouth 
closing around His cock. 
	He feels her start to suck hard, her nails digging into His thighs. He 
moans and runs His fingers through her hair, urging her onward.  He 
feels His cock start to swell, His balls drawn up close to the base of 
His cock as His passion builds.  
	Starting to suck His cock for all she's worth, keeping her lips tight 
around His cock as they move up and down His shaft.  He feels her hands 
relax their grip on His thighs, sliding down around the base of His cock 
that is all  wet with her saliva now.  Starting to jerk Him off with two 
hands, she lets the tip of His head fuck her lips.  How she  loves to 
hold Him holding like this.
	He feels her stop stroking, sensing that He was getting close.  Moving 
her fingers down to His balls, she gently scratches them with her nails.  
Then running one finger down along His crack to the skin just under His 
balls, her mouth once again begins to move up and down His cock.
	He knows that He cannot last much longer and He is pleased by her 
ability to please Him so.  He watches, amazed at the beauty and talent 
of this woman, only to lose Himself again in the sensations she was 
producing in Him.
	Slurping noises are  the only things louder then her moans in the room 
as she cups her hands, holding His cum filled balls in her hand, gently 
rubbing the skin back and forth over them.  How badly she wants to feel 
them start to pump, wants to feel them contract as they start to churn  
hot cum up the length of His cock.
	He feels her sucking Him hard and fast, her tongue flicking up and down 
on the underside of His cock as it's buried in her throat.  He cannot 
hold out any longer and  puts His hands on her head, shoving His cock 
deep in her throat.
	He hears her moan as she feels the first hot jet of cum hit the back of 
her throat.  Closing her mouth to suck the rest out, she sucks like 
she's nursing on His cock.  His cum fills her mouth, runs over and drips 
down the sides of His cock and out the corners of her mouth onto Him.  
Holding Him deep in her mouth until she feels Him stop contracting, she 
feel overjoyed that she could please Him in this way.
	Watching her swallow as much as she can and licking up the rest, He 
smiles that she knew to clean the cum from His cock and His body.  He 
watches as she finishes by kissing His cock, body, thighs and stomach, 
making sure it's all clean of cum. 
	Kissing her way up His body she wonders if He is alive since she has 
seen no response from Him.  When she climbs into His lap, holding His 
face in her hands and kissing Him deeply on the mouth, she feels His 
lips met hers, sees the joy in His eyes and knows that He is well and 
very pleased with Her.
	They roll to the side, He still holding this precious sub in His arms 
and looking into Her eyes.  He reaches down and whispers in her ear to 
give Him the Ben Wa balls back.  He watches as she strains to expel 
them, catching them as the slip out of her cunt, and then giving them to 
her to lick clean before returning them to His bag.
	He smiles at her, holds her close and they both drift slowly off to 
sleep.
	




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