MASTERY OF MASTERY

by Tom Knox

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Chapter 1
Surprises

 

            After Sophia sent him the message “I’m on my way,” the shock caused him to fall off his chair. Dudley sat for a while frozen on the floor meandering between denial and rereading her last words still on the screen. His mouth was dry. Yes, this is what he had been aiming and hoping for, but never expected. They had been flirting with each other on a BDSM on-line community for a while. Initially he had made an effort to impress, never too eager and never dismissive. He did not say a word without first thinking it through or looking it up. It was all to make him seem more mature and cleverer than he really was.

            When Sophia for the first time sent him her picture he capitulated at once. She was obviously way out of his league. In each picture she sent him she was always effortlessly gorgeous. Her submissiveness seeped through every sentence she wrote. There was no doubt she was a very kinky lady with very dirty needs. And most importantly she was also very funny. She had everything every dominant man could ever want. Hell, every man alive could ever want. Even though there was no chance of him ever getting her, he still had invested a lot in her and flirting was fun in spite of it never getting anywhere, so he had kept it going, and now that choice had paid off. Maybe.

            A man who is dominant is in control... Ok…control. Control means tidy at home, and this place looked like shit. Panic cleaning commenced. After fifteen minutes it looked acceptable. After adjusting place mats and picture frames a bit, it looked good. Now to address his own appearance. Shirts emit dominance, don’t they? Jeans or suit pants? He did not have any clean suit pants, so that problem sorted itself out. After the shower, plenty of deodorant, Viagra, toothpaste and a burn from a newly ironed shirt, he jumped into hastily rubbed down shiny shoes. Now he had to pay attention to his hair. Getting older did not help the state of his emerging bald spot. He had some good angles, but mostly bad ones. He straightened out his hair, and decided on a good way to hold his head to make the most of it.

            She would be here any second now. Terror struck. What to do? He had nothing planned. It did not help that he had bragged about his experience and ability to come up with creative ideas. But that had just been visions of porn popping up into his head. He had never actually done any of the advanced stuff. Well, hardly, or at least not in any way with a non-comical slash embarrassing ending. And that stuff about suspending her upside down from the ceiling; he had no idea how to attach the rope without bringing the whole ceiling down.

            What had she told him turned her on? He fired up the computer again. As if it would make the computer work faster, he tapped the mouse continuously on a blank part of the screen until it was fully loaded. She likes “mental dominance.” Ok. She likes men that “know what they want,” ok. She doesn’t like “masters with checklists, they’re so impersonal.” What the fuck does that mean? God, he hated women who couldn’t tell him straight what they wanted. He was breathing rapidly and found himself gasping for air. Then he paused in the panic. That was it. That is why she wants to come. She wants to do what I want, he thought. He smiled slyly to himself and started thinking about his previous far from great encounters. No, she doesn’t. That’s just what women say they want. What they really want is for him to read their minds, and if I get it wrong she’ll go ballistic. His smile dropped and he reverted back to hyperventilating. He studied their correspondence some more. No clues. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said aloud.

            He heard the doorbell chime. Sophia was here. He leapt to his feet and wiped his sweaty palms on the back of his jeans. After a quick check he decided that his now sweaty armpits would have to do. He stood a short while leaning against the wall until he caught himself smiling nervously. That would not do. He put on his serious face. But now he felt silly leaning against the wall. Dudley sat himself in the office chair by his computer. He tried to lean back but almost fell over again. Last try was the recliner and it seemed much better. Leaning back with his legs wide apart he called out, “Come in,” to the front door.

            He could not breathe. Eventually he heard the front door handle being pushed down gently. With soft steps she entered his hallway and walked down it until she was in his full view. Sophia was every bit as beautiful as in the pictures she had sent him, if not more so. Her lips were blushed with a hint of pink, and her long glossy hair reflected the candle lights. Her clothes were stylish and feminine. This girl was a jewel. She kept her head lowered looking at his feet while fiddling with the strap of her handbag. His thoughts were suspended between abject terror and utter astonishment. This won’t do; Dudley’s mind raced as he tried to control his breathing. Assertive, must be assertive, he thought.

            “Take your clothes off. Get down by my feet on your hands and knees,” he said in a low, slow and deliberate voice. He surprised himself by managing to keep his voice from quavering or meekly squeaking out the words.

            Sophia stood still in the hallway eyes downcast, hesitating about what to do next. Now what? Was this all the time she needed to decide he was no good for her? He knew he was not, so it would come as no surprise if she turned on her heel and left. His mind raced with things to say or do to keep her from leaving. He did not manage to say anything at all, but just stared at her whilst desperately keeping to his serious face intact.

            She unlaced her shoes and put them down carefully on the floor. He could not breathe. She took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack. Next she started unbuttoning her blouse, still with her eyes cast down. He forced himself to take small sips of air or his face would turn blue. She pulled off her trousers and folded them neatly, setting them on the hallway chair. Standing only in her underwear she peered at him. He did not budge, and just looked straight at her. While still looking at Dudley as if pleading, she unclasped her bra and let it slide off. Jesus Christ and all that is holy, her breasts are gorgeous.

            He clenched the arms of the recliner, and his knuckles whitened. She hesitantly slipped her panties down her legs and pulled them off, folding them as carefully and neatly as she possibly could on top of her other clothes. When she was done she stood before him naked and gorgeous. He still could not budge. She obediently placed herself at his feet.

            Now all the porn he had ever watched passed before his eyes. What to do next? If he ever wanted to experience anything amazing, this was the time to do it. This was a once in a lifetime deal. He was sure Sophia would never come over again, so he might as well stop worrying and just go all the way as if he had nothing to lose. Dudley’s breathing calmed.  

            “Kiss my shoes and show me what an obedient slut you are.” He spoke to her in a slow steady voice.

            Without hesitation she started kissing his shoes passionately. She seemed to be really into it. Maybe her earlier hesitation was about something other than him not being good enough for her, or his inability to be dominant? But if he wanted to enjoy himself, this was no time to over-think things. In a flash of inspiration, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up and held her face close to his.

            “You look like you’re enjoying yourself too much. We can’t have any of that.”

            Her face flushed and her eyes avoided his.

            “I am sorry, Sir,” she answered. He was taken aback by the total surrender in her voice.

            Sophia continued, “You make me feel so small. You’re everything I hoped for, so strong and confident. Please be patient with me. I promise you won’t regret it. I can be a good slave to you. I know I took forever before agreeing to meet but I needed to know if you’d be a great master.” These words brought a wave of relief washing over him. It was not until now Dudley realised in what a bad state of panic he had been in. He felt a bit silly about the state he had allowed himself to reach. Without letting go of her hair he stroked her chin with his free hand.

            “…I already know you are everything I could have hoped for.”

            There was a long moment of silence. It started out fine. It started out as one of those do-not-say-anything-just-hold-me moments, but he felt it was rapidly heading toward plain old awkward silence.

            Slowly and firmly he pulled her up, by her hair, to a standing position. She made no struggle. Her lips were slightly parted and he could see her swallow. He continued to drag her by the hair all the way into the bedroom. He did not look into her eyes once. He was on fire now. He pushed her head down on the bed and guided her knees into position by lifting her ass. He had her stand there displaying her crack while he admired it. Her pussy pulsed.

            Dudley recognized this feeling. He was teetering on the brink of insanity. The joy and sense of victory was almost too great to be contained.

            He spread her cheeks and pulled her pussy lips apart. He could hear her groan and breathe heavily. He brought his face closer and sucked in her wonderful musky aroma. Juice was running down her thigh. He caught it with a finger and sucked it off greedily.

            He felt like a deranged troglodyte released from its cave finally seeing beauty for the first time. He had not taken his trousers off and stood behind her rubbing his crotch hard against hers, his rock hard cock running along his left thigh. He grabbed her gorgeous firm breasts and squeezed them increasingly hard. She groaned some more.

            He pushed her onto her back, and grabbed her neck with his hand. He held her tight, her mouth opened and her eyes were now only slits. He breathed heavily into her face. He let his lips embrace hers in a passionate kiss.

            This is where Dudley’s “how to get laid with women” manual had some pages missing.

            Without any warning, Sophia reeled back, pushed him off and sprang to her feet. She looked firmly at the floor as if inspecting it.

            “I am sorry. I am crazy to be doing this.”

            Sophia raced to the door, eyes fixed on the floor, and he lay dumbfounded on the bed as he heard the door close. He reminded himself to breathe again and decided to deal with this after he had rubbed one out. No matter his emotional confusion, this was one incredibly loaded and armed rocket he had. Not defusing it could be dangerous. After firing up his computer again, it took about ten seconds of high quality porn for his life’s most powerful jet of cum to erupt from his purple pillar of flesh. Some of it splattered over the screen and most of it lodged itself between the keys of his keyboard. Far too overcome by orgasmic release to care about the nuisance, or anything at all, he staggered to his bed and collapsed. He curled up in a foetal position, and drifted off, his face frozen in an uneasy smile.

Chapter 2
The great mystery of womankind

 

            The following day Dudley felt a confusing mix of victory and failure. He had been lucky to get as far as he did. He knew Sophia was way out of his league. But now when he had tasted the aroma of heavenly delight he wanted more, and felt lonelier than ever.

            He decided to be mature about it. Sending her a message or even checking out her profile would make him feel even worse. He was going to set his target lower. If he could not get what he wanted, he would go for what he could get, which could be translated to any girl he could lure to his bedroom. No matter how hard he tried to focus on alternative tail, he could not help Sophia creeping into his mind each time he polished his banister. He found it more frustrating than anything he’d ever experienced before and being this utterly under her spell made him feel quite powerless.   

            A few lonely weeks later, to his astonishment he saw that Sophia had sent him a new message. He checked the “sender” several times to verify it was really her. After a while of staring at the link in disbelief he decided to mentally prepare himself that she was just asking him if she had dropped some jewellery or something on the floor. She had not and he had checked very carefully. When he felt the divine power of Freddy Mercury in his veins, he clicked her message.

            “Do you hate me?” was the entire message.

            Dudley was not sure what to feel, or how she expected him to respond. Apart from images in his mind of him ramming his cock down her throat and spanking that fine ass until his hand went raw, his mind was empty.

            After the release of flogging his dolphin he came back to the message. Dudley did think it showed promise. But he needed to play a tight hand. He sensed a risk of becoming “just friends,” and that needed to be avoided if he ever wanted to do nasty things to her lovely crack ever again. He tried to put himself in the mind of Hugh Hefner, and decided against a long message. He thought a long message would signal desperation. Which was his true state, but he was not going to let her know that. Sophia had rejected him, so she needed to show him she was repentant. He had to let her do the work or he would drop the ball.

            He answered, “No,” and left it at that.

            Her next message read:

            “I’m sorry.

            You must think I’m insane. I wanted it so badly …and have for a long time, but it got too much for me… and I freaked out. It’s just that kissing…. I love kissing. But not when I’m having sex like that…. it was too … I don’t know…. I wanted to be a good slave... Please don’t hate me for this. Give me another chance? Please?

            Kisses on your feet

            -Your slave, Sophia”

            He thought this was even more promising. But he was adamant about avoiding the “friend trap” and had to clearly defuse it, while at the same time avoiding seeming desperate.

            “It was a shame you ran. I had plans for you to prove your sluttiness by having you crawl around the floor begging for cock with your newly spanked red ass in the air.”

            This was all lies. But it was what he had fantasised about while spanking his monkey these couple of weeks. 

            The next reply he did not quite know what to make of:

            “I walked out on you, so I think the least I can do to make amends is to take you out for dinner. Please say yes.

            -Sophia”

            Was this friendship or an invitation for sex? If she wanted sex, would not she have come over to his place, like last time? He still was not safe. He needed to be very attentive if he ever wanted to be welcome inside those sweet smelling panties ever again.

            They were both fifteen minutes early to the Italian restaurant. Sophia was so beautiful that he caught himself staring slack-jawed at her beautiful pink glossy lips before acknowledging that she was waving to him eagerly. She looked like she was trying to do a one handed take off. He had to be careful not to blow this! He seated himself and she leaned over the table to speak, exposing her deep cleavage. It was commanding him to ogle, but with effort he managed to defeat its hypnotising power and focused on her eyes.

            “With other guys, I’ve always been the pervy one. Meeting you was both liberating and scary.”

            What the fuck did that mean? Was she implying that he was more perverted than her? She was probably right. He had better play down his “pervyness” if he wanted to keep from scaring her away. After a total cerebral meltdown, all he managed to do was to look reassuring and say “I understand,” even though he didn’t.

            “You wouldn’t believe the total losers I’ve been with.”

            “I understand,” he repeated, this time nodding but equally baffled.

            “Some guys think they’re so kinky and experimental, when they’re total bores. I just want to stab them with a fork.”

            As if catching herself doing something wrong Sophia smiled her submissive smile and continued.

            “I just hate that I’m so submissive. I’ve got such trouble saying what I feel. It’s so hard for me to be assertive about stupid guys.”

            Did she just say that he would never be able to figure out if he was doing something right based on her feedback? What kind of sadistic sport is that?

            He caught his eyes drifting south and lifted them from her cleavage. It was as if he was subconsciously trying to flee her gaze, down into the safe haven of her protruding nipples.

            “Yes, I understand. It must be rough for you.”

            He noticed that she was relaxing her shoulders. He seemed to be doing something right.

            “One time, there was this Arab guy with a back-slick, who told me he felt shame about being so perverted, which made me go for it. His filthy dark perverted secret that could not be mentioned in public was that he liked licking my ass-hole!”

            She rolled her eyes, and he was confused. He thought it would be best to avoid licking her ass-hole in the future.

            “Pah, I see what you mean,” he said, and nodded some more, trying more than ever to have a sincere look about him.

            “…and so far whenever I’ve gotten serious with a guy who knows how a woman needs to be treated in bed, he invariably ends up getting surprised when I dump him because he’s been ignoring every issue I’ve ever been hinting at on repeat since we met.”

            This could be a trap and he wanted to think this through before answering. Was she testing his dominance? Was she testing whether or not he was considerate? He was not going to come across as soft. Getting into the panties of a hot chick was worthless if he would have to take her every need into consideration at every moment. He was going to go with the macho answer. If she did not like it, it was never meant to be. He would never bend so low as to simply cater to a woman’s needs in a relationship. His woman would just have to accept him like he was. He tried to look as serious and manly as he could, hoping it would convey confidence.

            “Well, you know, a real man understands that a woman has needs. Regularly giving her a long hard fuck ‘til she cums. A submissive woman just needs a firm hand.”

            The gamble seemed to pay off. Not only was she not running off, Sophia was smiling and nodding eagerly. 

            “Exactly. A relationship needs balance. It’s not only the master’s needs that count no matter how dominant he is. You’re a really mature guy.”

            That was not at all what he meant, but she had stated her limits, so there was no point arguing his case if he wanted any further taste of those delicious juices. At least she was smiling. He hoped the epithet “mature” would make it easier for him to get her naked in his bedroom again.

            He thought it would be wisest not to bring up any of his sexual interests quite yet. She seemed like a woman with well defined and strong limits, and he would not want to scare her off by revealing what he assumed she would find a distressingly disturbed mind. Dudley thought it would be better to reveal it a little at a time, starting with tonight.

            “So, how about the two of us going to my place? I’ll let you play with all my toys.”

            He was not sure where he found the courage to tell her. It seemed to be coming from Sophia. Just by being her wonderful self, she was making him strong.

            Once inside the door of his apartment they stood for a while looking into each others eyes. Her eyes held steady, glittering excitedly into his own electric gaze.

            Dudley was brimming with a powerful spirit he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. There was no uncomfortable silence, only a universe encompassing two. Sophia giggled cheekily which he interpreted as a sign he was doing something right.

            He put his arms on Sophia’s shoulders, turned her toward his living room and gave her a gentle nudge guiding from behind. She gave no resistance. Still he did not know what to do with her. He counted on figuring it out once Sophia was naked in his living room. Visions of violent sex flashed before his eyes, imagining her spread eagled and begging for mercy as he savagely pounded away.

            Dudley had no wish to repeat their last less than successful encounter. It would be too risky to jump her bones before she was ready. He reasoned that if she was horny enough she would forgive any misstep he might make. The strategy of choice would be to tease her to insane horniness before allowing himself making a reality of any of his violent visions.

            Reaching the living room floor he spun her around. Face to face the dimmed lamp painted her from below and veiled her eyes in deep sockets. Sophia’s fiery eyes still shone through and held steady. He was feeding off them making him stronger and more confident than ever. Sophia opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Gripping her lapels he pulled her jacket over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Biting her lip, she watched as, with slow deliberation, he began unbuttoning her blouse. Her hands reached up to aid him, only to be seized in his powerful hands and placed gently, at her sides.

            Fire met fire as their eyes met. He felt her breath on his face. With his face so close to hers he fought the urge to bite her lip. Images of him biting her lip until blood flowed appeared in his mind. He was going to be so nasty to her and her tight little ass once the clothes were off.

            Dudley smiled a cruel smile at the beautiful fiery eyed creature before him, watching her breasts heave as she drew a deep breath. He noticed her hands trembling but she didn’t move. It was working, there was no question she had given him control. Now he just had to wind her up some more and she would be ready.

            Deftly unclasping her bra with one hand he managed to avoid shooting the band away. He had now truly mastered the bra, unlike his teenage self. Barely managing to contain himself he tore off her blouse and bra violently. As her beautiful breasts were laid bare shoulders rose, her eyes widened and she held her breath momentarily. He was intent on driving her utterly insane before inserting anything into any of her holes. Imagining himself as a conductor he saw himself orchestrating a symphony of emotions in Sophia’s body.

            Trailing his hands along her neck she groaned audibly. Her back rose to meet his hand and straightened. His hands continued down to her perfect breasts. Her breathing turned heavy and erratic and her lips trembled. He could now clearly read desperation about her. Her eyes told him “If you don’t fuck me pretty fucking soon, I’m going to have to hurt you.” But she did and said nothing, only obediently remained still. This gave him a strong feeling of power welling up within him. 

            Fingers trailing down across her belly, he unbuttoned her pants. Her legs shook at his touch. He took a firm grip and slowly pulled them down over her beautiful firm ass. The wonderful musky scent of her pussy rose up toward him, driving him insane with lust. Again he had to fight urges, this time to throw himself over her and mindlessly fuck her brains out. In spite of his hands shaking as badly as her legs he did his best to maintain control and slowly pulled the trousers down to her ankles. 

            Not until now did he realise this would make it complicated to remove her shoes. His shaking horny fingers managed to fiddle with her shoelaces enough to allow him to remove the shoes with only some mild violence. He let his fingers trace the outside of her panties. Leaning forward until his nose touched her clit, he inhaled deeply, drawing in that gorgeous musky scent.

            He couldn’t fight it any longer. He felt a bull arriving from within. He had reached the point when he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He bit his lip and pressed until blood spread in his mouth. His heart was pounding violently. He tore her delicate panties off with a powerful tug. He looked up. She had crazy in her eyes. Like him she looked like she had been pushed to the brink of sanity and beyond.

            That beautiful neck needs a dog collar. He gestured for her to wait and rushed into the bedroom. She adopted the look of an abandoned puppy desperate for affection. He bolted into the bedroom and from his toy chest he quickly got out a heavy duty dog collar that he thought would surely restrict her neck. He returned, the collar jingling in his hand. Guiding Sophia’s hand to hold her hair up, he fitted the heavy black leather metal-studded collar around her thin neck. At this her shoulders dropped and her forehead smoothed somewhat. Taking care not to pinch her skin he tightened it until it was about to suffocate her. Not only did she not resist, but this seemed to relax her further.

            Up until this point there had been no hesitation because he had been guided by some sort of primordial urge… but now what? They had not discussed sexual acts so he had no idea what it was she was ok with. He just knew she was kinky and did not like to have her ass licked. There was no reason to rush it. He tied a heavy black blind-fold over her eyes, and led her by the collar into his bedroom and onto his bed.

            Pulling her legs apart with a slow firm hand left him awestruck. This was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. It was cleanly shaven, pink and sporting its gorgeous slit. Her outer labia hung like curtains before a dirty performance. He held her ass as if to pick her up, and held her labia apart with his thumbs, pinning them to her mound. She pulled back, and he could see the tension in her shoulders and stomach. He took a deep breath and let the aroma fill his entire body.

            Upon contact with his tongue on her wet slit it was as if she melted into the bed. She still didn’t say anything, but he reckoned she had been worried whether he knew how to handle a clitoris. He had practiced the art of oral a lot and knew how easy it was to ruin it for her if he wasn’t careful. The taste was as divine as the scent, and it was as delicious as he had remembered it earlier. He started to lick the side of her slit, just below her clit, in slow deliberate strokes. She responded as he hoped she would. Her breathing got heavier, her lips parted. He was playing her like a well tuned instrument. When he let his tongue travel up to her clit a hand started closing in on his face. She obviously didn’t trust him enough to let him do his thing without her guidance. He pushed her hand away with force, and continued. Her pussy was now oozing juice and her clit was pulsating. As her excitement rose and her back arched her thighs closed in on his shoulders and again she approached with her hand. He felt he needed to show her who was boss.

            He stopped the treatment of her pussy and moved up along her until he was breathing into her face.

            “Don’t do that. Keep your hands to your sides.”

            Without a word she quickly snapped her hands to her side as if to let him know how eager she was for him to continue.

            He resumed his work, increasing the pressure and speed on her clit. He adapted his pressure after her breath and twitches in her pussy. If it twitched and breathing stopped, he knew he had licked too hard. When her hands approached again he knew it had been much too hard. But that was no reason to tolerate any disobedience.

            He took her blindfold off and looked at her sternly.

            “I thought you were an obedient girl.”

            She looked at him with a dazed but concerned look. He paused and looked sternly into her eyes. Once he had her full attention he slapped her face hard. Out of shock she tried to turn her head away but he forced her to look at him.

            “Will you be a good girl now?”

            She had a worried frown, but closed her eyes and nodded submissively.

            What was he doing? This he thought was total lunacy. Not only was it beyond him why any woman would put up with this kind of treatment, but also beyond him how he found the idea to slap her in the first place. Was this sexual assault? This was pure primal urge, the need to dominate, to make her his. He had never felt this strongly before about anyone. By the look of her grinding groin it also seemed to be making her hornier than ever. He decided that she’d probably let him know if he was out of line and kept going.

            Travelling south again he got back to work on her clit. Her hands shot out as far to the sides as she could, grabbing the bed cover. It seemed like she had as little control over the actions of her extremities as he had of his. Her grinding groin did not make it easy to pin her clit down with his tongue. After a firm grip around her thighs it didn’t take a lot more tongue massaging on her by now heavily pulsating clit before she came, screaming from pleasure. Face whitening, her body stiffened and recoiled violently. She pushed him off her and crawled into a ball and started sobbing. He didn’t quite know what to make of this but he lay down and held her firmly from behind.

            He held the firm belief that all women were naturally crazy. He had stopped trying to understand them a long time ago, and for his own sanity’s sake just rolled with whatever crazy shit they pulled on him. He brushed off any worries and kissed her neck.

            She wiggled around with black streams down her cheeks, and hugged him tightly. Face pressed against face she sobbed at him, “You think I’m crazy, don’t you.”

            “Oh, no,” he lied, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. What he meant was that he did not think she was crazier than any other woman he had been with.

            “You’re so wonderful. I feel that we connect on so many levels. I’m so happy I met you!” She burst into a new bout of sobbing. She did not look happy at all. 

            One of his many fetishes was crying girls, especially sporting runny make-up. He was now so horny it was about to drive him too into the realm of permanent lunacy. He guided her head to his by now purple, rock-hard penis and hoped his jet of cum would not poke a hole in the back of her neck, or fill her lungs up, suffocating her. Either image made him smile inside. 

            “Open wide.”

            He hated the head of his cock scraping against teeth, but if he fucked her mouth far in enough, he would avoid it. He pressed his hard shaft down her throat until he felt her neck spasms and heard her gagging. Drool spilled out onto his thigh. He did not take long, and before her face had turned completely blue he shot a bolt of steaming hot cum down her throat. After some coughing and gagging she recovered, and shot up. Her lazy eyes and wide smile told him everything he needed to know.

            Now when he too was done, and the worst edge of insane horniness was dampened, he caught her sparkling eyes and devious smile. “Why stop now,” he thought to himself and beckoned her to his chest full of sex toys. She poked around in the box.

            “I wonder how that whip feels like?”

            She wanted to be introduced to Mr Whip. A fairly soft suede whip with many flat strips and a long lacquered wooden handle. It was not his favourite. He preferred his leather whips, but he thought it was best to save them for when they knew each other a little bit better. He did not know how much she could handle, and chances were they would send her running out his front door clutching her ass cheeks in pain, never to come back.

            She had left for the living room and placed herself bent over the sofa, pouting her ass as if wagging an invisible tail. Wasting no time he placed himself behind her, stroking the area he was planning to land his stroke on. He didn’t put any power behind it. The first whack landed smack in the middle of one cheek, right where he hoped it would. She hardly flinched. She just took a deep breath and kept wagging her invisible tail. This was obviously too pathetic for her. He beat her other cheek a little bit harder. Still no flinching and the wagging continued. The next beat, a bit harder, gave him her first groan of pleasure. He had found the sweet spot. He fought the urge to put his back into it, and continued whipping her softly and firmly caressing her between beats.

            About ten minutes of whipping later her face was now screwed up from the building pain, but she was still groaning from the pleasure and sucking in air between her teeth. The welts were building up nicely. He wanted to ask her how she was doing, but he didn’t want to ruin any sexual role-playing scenario she had going for her in her head, so he kept quiet and got to work again.

            He kept going for another twenty minutes until his chest was damp with sweat and his arm ached. Her body was as slippery of sweat as his was. In the small of her back the sweat had formed a little puddle. She was obviously enjoying it and her ass was blushing red, and her welts formed little islands to the side of her ass, where the ends of the whip had met her flesh. No part of her ass was not throbbing bright red. He let his fingers trace over her gorgeous welts. It was burning from heat. Pussy juice had streaked down her leg. He would rather have had the little mountain-range welts caning created, but this was better than nothing. She turned her head toward him to see what he was doing. Both her eyes and mouth were lazily half open. She didn’t seem to have the energy to speak.

            His pants were now about to burst. He gave her a few more strokes with the whip but no matter how much she wanted it, he now had to deal with the matter of his throbbing cock. He ripped his pants open, fiddled on a condom he had in his pocket and thrust his big dripping cock into her with force. Her pussy’s embrace was like swimming down a greased up and tight water chute. He could not recall ever fucking a woman as soft and wet as this. With every thrust he felt the burning skin of her ass against his thighs. The muscles of her back were playing under the skin. If a place like heaven really existed, he decided this would be it.  He came again and this time so much harder. From the force of the orgasm his knees buckled beneath him and he blacked out for a few seconds and crashed backward heavy onto the floor. The orgasmic spasms overtook him utterly and once the series of pleasure waves had finally passed he could not gather enough strength to budge. He noticed that he had drooled, but didn’t even have the strength to shut his mouth.  

            As if drugged like him she crawled down to where he lay with a blanket and snuggled up next to him. He did not feel like he was lying on the floor. It was more as if he jumped off a cliff and was now floating in mid-air. It was a liberating and terrifying feeling. What now? Was this love? Was his life forever changed? They looked into each others eyes. Sophia’s make-up was smudged by her teary eyes. He could not even in the realm of pure fantasy imagine a more beautiful being than the woman he had now in his arms.

            Dudley kissed her forehead gently.