Emma's Weekend Ch. 01

Emma sat at the computer, naked, reading and replying to her e-mails. Her Master stood behind her, looking over shoulder, his hands on her hot flesh. She was his for a whole a weekend. When he had suggested that they spend the Friday evening to Sunday afternoon together, there had been no hesitation in her mind. She had relived the last time together (Emma's Tale Ch 2) so often that she was desperate to experience again his real life control.

It only took a brief memory of his anger and punishment, his deep use of her bottom for Emma to feel the wetness flow and her cunt to twitch. Two months of e-mails, texts and phone calls had followed, and she was now primed and ready, eager to submit to any and all desires of her Master who understood her so well.

At work, all that Friday, her panties had been drenched with her juices. Only her Master's explicit command had kept her from visiting the toilets in order to rub her cunt until the blessed release of cumming. On the bus home she was sure that every male could see her sexual hunger and need, and could smell the scent of her arousal on the air. Her nipples were tender points, raw from rubbing erect against her bra.

As she stood outside the door of the flat, immediately before putting the key in the lock, she breathed a prayer.

"Please may he be here already. Please may he be as hungry for me as I am for him. Please may I be the perfect slave he longs for and desires."

As she stepped through the door, her heart leapt. He was there, standing in front of her, in the hallway of her flat.

Before she could say anything, though, he reached out and dragged her roughly into the corridor. From the intent look in his eyes she could tell that his desire for her matched her own longing. As he pulled her roughly into his arms – slamming the door on the envious world, she let herself fall under his spell once more.

Her Master was like a man possessed. As his hot lips and tongue ravished her mouth, his hands roamed her body, squeezing, molding, possessing her - every inch of her flesh, every curve and every orifice. She felt his hardness pressing against her, a hot iron bar searing her skin. Her body was bathed in fire, and she clung to him with answering passion. She rejoiced at the need she evoked in him, the need to bend her willing flesh to his will, the need for him to fill her compliant flesh with his seed.

He stood back, holding her at arm's length, his blue eyes lancing deep into her soul. She stood proud in her service, and yet humbled at this opportunity to serve.

Seeing her willingness, he proceeded to rip the clothes from her. This act of naked aggression sent shivers through her body. Never had she seen her Master so focused and deliberate in fulfilling his wants. She remembered the prayer she had uttered before opening the front door, and she committed herself to her willing slavery, whatever his wishes for her.

Once all her clothes had been torn from her, leaving only her shoes on her feet, he spoke.

"This weekend you have said that you wish to be mine. You have pledged yourself to serve me in any way I choose. You have expressed a desire to be punished and used in private and in public. Standing here, I am giving you an opportunity to reconsider your request. If you really want me to be your Master this weekend, then kneel before me now, and present yourself as the slave you have described to me. If not, then give me the safe word, either Amber to stop now and talk, or Red for me to leave."

Emma wondered at the self control her Master was exerting. She knew how passionate he was, how urgent was his need for her. His cock was stiff with desire in his trousers. And yet, while she was standing naked before him, he was offering her the opportunity to stop this. And he meant it. She trusted him completely, and knew that he would never do anything beyond what she also desired. He was willing to let go of this weekend if she was not completely in accord with his plans.

His restraint served to unbind any last reservations she might have had. In one fluid movement she knelt before him, spreading her knees and crossing her wrists behind her.

"Master, I am so happy you are here. My body, my heart and my soul are yours."

He stood silently, gazing down at this woman who offered her feminine softness so utterly. Her head was tilted back, draping her hair over her shoulders, and exposing the vulnerability of her throat. As her shoulders thrust back, they lifted the fullness of her breasts, and their stiff points signaled her own sexual needs. Her spread legs were a sign that her sex and her back passage were always open to him.

Never had anyone matched his longings so well. He stepped forward, and his voice was thick with need as he spoke.

"Then my first desire is that you take me into your mouth and serve me until I spend myself down your throat."

Emma reached out to her Master, and slowly pulled down the zip. Gently and reverently, she freed his hard manhood from the clothing, her eyes fixed on the rod that she worshipped so keenly. She drew her fingers lightly up the shaft, and then traced that same path with her tongue. From the sac at the base to the spongy tip, she licked upwards in one slow movement. With those same gentle fingers she pulled the foreskin away from the smooth head and with tender care she licked around the ridge, and then up and over to the smiling mouth at the very tip, sometimes stopping to place kisses on the scepter that ruled her so well.

As her hands slid down to encompass the root, her mouth opened to receive the more sensitive head. With her tongue maintaining its contact, she pushed down slowly, engulfing him until he was buried at the back of her throat. She heard his hiss of approval, and her sex moistened, a flame burning between her thighs.

With infinite care, she slid her lips up the silky skin, and then pushed back down, all the while keeping a gentle suction and wetness on the flesh she suckled. Gradually she increased the speed, until her head was inscribing long penetrating strokes, twisting her head so as to vary the points of maximum contact. Even though this was for her Master, her own lust was growing with every movement, and there were juices seeping onto the floor between her legs.

Her Master placed his hands on her head, and commenced his own thrusting movements. These were gentle at first, giving her time to adjust to his pushing against her throat as she took him into her mouth.

Over the last two weeks, Emma had been teaching herself to accept her dildos into her throat without gagging. The thought of her Master's pleasure had driven her to try and try again even when the task seemed impossible. Eventually she learned how to swallow and relax so that the intruder slid in all the way. So it was that Emma gave herself to this Man, and allowed his hands and hips to drive his rigid flesh so far into her that her nose was in his pubic hair. The joy she felt was so intense it almost triggered her own climax, and she hummed in ecstasy around the stretching maleness.

Her sounds and complete openness pushed him over the edge. With a long drawn out groan, his need boiled up and into her waiting throat. The sensations were so intense that his legs nearly buckled. She swallowed gently as his spunk jetted into her, and the muscles milked him almost to pain. He spent himself thoroughly into her, his need and frustration at being parted from his beloved Emma temporarily sated.

At the last, she released him from her throat, and held his softening cock in her mouth, cleaning the last of his cum from him with her ever busy tongue.

He stooped to his adored slave, and drew her to her feet.

"That was so wonderful my pet. I am so blessed to have found you."

He drew her into his arms and kissed her passionately. Her own need was now insistent, and she could feel her moisture cooling the insides of her thighs. But she knew that it wasn't her place to draw attention to it. He would know from her scent what she needed. She felt his strong knowing hand cup and squeeze a breast and pull one of the nipples until she was moaning into his mouth. That same hand then quested downwards, over the curve of her belly, until it molded to the swell of her mons. His middle finger inserted itself into her molten core, her slick flesh an open highway to him. The palm of his hand was slowly rubbing her engorged clit, and the finger edged ever closer to her g-spot. Despite herself, she felt her hips buck against him, grateful for even this contact if it meant she could cum.

But just as she could feel the waves build for their final surge, he stopped.

She sobbed in frustration, so needful of his touch.

"Not yet my pet, not yet. You have other things to do before this reward."

How well he understood her need for delay, for tension, for the sweet pain of unconsummated desire.

"Come, check your e-mails and talk with your friends. Let me just be with you for a while."

So she sat, reading and chatting, while her Master toyed with her flesh and kept her poised in her arousal. At times, his soft torture of her breasts and nipples were so much that all she could do was to close her eyes and lean her head back against him. Those soft globes were pulled and stretched, squeezed and pressed together, lifted and gently slapped so that they swung away and then returned obediently for more attention.

At one point he left her there so that he could prepare some food. Then, together, at the table, they sat and ate and drank. Such was her wonder at having her Master actually present that Emma felt no need to speak; she was content merely to be there. He, meanwhile, drank in the sight of her as hungrily as he demolished his food.

After the light meal and after the Master had cleared away the dishes, he took his dining chair, and placed it facing the sofa. From an overnight bag he lifted a package. As Emma watched in silence, she felt her heart thud as she understood what he was doing. He had brought along his camera. They had discussed a website where he would display photographs of her being opened and used for his pleasure. The prospect had excited her, and here it was becoming a reality. To protect her identity, and to demonstrate the seriousness of his intention, he had also brought along a party mask, shaped like a bird's head with exotic feathers.

"Come over here my slave. I want you to put on this mask and sit facing me, your hands linked behind your neck."

Without a word Emma did as she was commanded. She felt herself in a trance, knowing that his attention was now fully on her, and that she was his for the evening.

"I want you to perform for me. I want you to use your hands and fingers on your body. As I photograph you, I want others to see what an obedient slut you are for me. I want them to see you masturbate to orgasm for me. I want them to see your wet leaking cunt, and I want them to see at least two fingers buried in your tight arsehole."

Emma's stomach contracted in lust at the crudeness of his words. He was going to display her, show her off, expose her need to the world, and her cunt was crying with joy at the idea of it.

"And then, I am going to take pictures of you being tied up and spanked. I am going to bind you to the table where we ate, and I am going to take pictures of your arse going red, and fingers in your cunt and your bum hole."

Emma nearly came at this, her breath quick with desire.

"But best of all, I am going to take pictures of my cock sliding into your back passage. People who visit our website will see you bending over and pulling your cheeks apart so that I can sodomise your eager bottom"

Emma whimpered, so hungry for what he was saying. The images seared her mind, and she was frantic with need. How could he torment her so well with the descriptions, and not consummate their passion with actions?

"If you are ready, you may proceed."

Nervously, Emma unlinked her hands. Despite all they had talked about, all the things they had done, despite the feeling of fullness she had experienced in her throat only two hours before, she felt shy and unworthy. And yet, this is what her Master desired of her, and deep down she longed to give him this part of herself as well.

At first she caressed her upper body, drawing her hands over her curves in memory of his own caresses. She closed her eyes, and in her mind, felt him touch her and stroke her. Her body responded, and she arched her back to him. The fires of her lust which had been gently simmering started to rise up in her again. Her fingers were drawn to her sex, and before she realized what she was doing, she had started rubbing the outer lips - spreading the moisture around.

Her Master used the camera, and initially the flash was a distraction. But then she started to use the bright explosions. She saw herself truly for what she was, a sex slave for her Master, a toy who loved to be displayed in its arousal. The thought of strange men being aroused and jerking off to pictures of her made her feel hot and dirty at the same time.

With renewed energy she began to attack her tender cunt. In short order she had three fingers stuffed up her, and with the other hand she was rubbing the sensitive clit. Her eyes were now open, sightless, yet staring at the hoards of men hungry to possess her. And all the while, she delighted in being possessed by her Master.

His commanding voice pulled her back to reality.

"Stop! Kneel on the chair and push out your arse. I want to see you using your fingers in your behind"

The chair was not large, and she was only able to do this by balancing carefully. But there was no thought in her mind of disobedience. Now kneeling and exposed, Emma slid a finger into her mouth – the image captured by the voyeuristic camera. This same finger then insinuated itself into the tight rosebud of her anus. With her face looking back, the mouth opened in want as the finger disappeared into her.

As she began to move the finger back and forth, she gripped her bottom lip with her teeth. The sensations arising from her anal ring were adding to those from her finger stuffed cunt, and she was so close to cumming. But not yet, not until she had at least another finger in her arse, not until her Master granted her permission to climax.

She pushed another finger in to join the one delving into her rectum, and moaned at the stretching. She loved anal play and the mixed emotions of doing this for her Master to photograph and then to fuck her were petrol to the flames.

"That is so good, my sweet slut. You are such a good slave. Now, look again at the camera, and cum for me. Cum for Master, cum for your Daddy,"

Perched on the chair, fucking her holes with own fingers, outlined in the glare of the camera flash, Emma cried out as her orgasm clenched its way through her body. From the way her body tensed and her mouth opened, even the stillness of the photographs screamed her climax. In the room, she wailed and bucked, almost toppling the chair, as she rode the pleasures granted by her Master.

As she sagged with the release of the tension, her Master caught her and lifted her gently to the sofa.

For a few minutes she felt herself held, enclosed, and totally spent. In his arms, she regained a measure of self control.

"Are you ok? Do you wish me to continue?"

As always, her Master was concerned for her, even as he led her to stretch her limits and intensify her pleasure in obedience.

"Yes Master, I am ready."

After a long slow kiss which yet again melted her insides, he lifted her from the sofa, and led her back to the table.

This table was proportioned on top like a rectangle. He made her stand at the narrow end, and then tied her ankles to the table legs. He placed a cushion at her hips, to protect her skin from the table edge, and to thrust her rear out even more provocatively. And then he draped her upper body across the top and tied her wrists to the far legs.

Tied like this, she was now completely open and vulnerable to him. As the last stage of preparation, he pushed a penis gag into her mouth.

"I've put this there to keep your noise down. You will note that it isn't tied on. If the discomfort gets too much, you may spit it out. This will be the equivalent of the red safe word, and I will stop everything and untie you. Do you understand this?"

Emma nodded, determined to be good and keep the gag in her mouth until he was ready to remove it.

Again, he took more pictures, recording her openness and her attendant wetness.

Then he began the spanking. It lasted for an hour. Not always blows to her arse cheeks. Sometimes he rubbed the tender flesh - enjoying the give in it, and the fact that soon he would be buried between those soft globes - his cock stretching the dark puckered eye in the middle. Sometimes he took pictures of the changing colours -the rising blush of pink and then red. Sometimes he rubbed and fondled her dripping pussy - deliberately making her hot and ready, and then stopping. Sometimes he even used his cock inside her cunt - fucking her defenseless snatch, but never enough to explode - or drive her over the edge. And sometimes he spanked upwards - striking the lips of her slash - making her jump up against the bonds holding her as she wailed against the gag.

And sometimes he worked at lubricating and opening her arse - using her wetness, and oil, and always his fingers. He probed, and delved, and twisted and stretched her. He wouldn't be happy until he could fit four fingers in her bottom. He could feel her frantic need and her vain pushing back - silently begging him to use his cock in that place. And always, the camera recorded his progress and her submission.

At last, he untied her. She was exhausted, the sweat dripping from her and her hair damp against her forehead. But now she was ready to cum again.

He led her into the bedroom. He kissed her gently, and held her.

"Do you want to cum?" He asked

She nodded, unable to talk because of the gag.

"Then I will let you cum when I fill your bowels with my cream."

She leaned against him, happy that he was to use her, fill her and gift her with his seed.

He removed the gag and pushed her gently to the ground.

"Make me extra hard with your mouth. Make me ready to push my way into your bottom."

As she bent to her task, he was once again struck by the beauty of this young woman who so obediently prepared him for this act. He stroked her hair, and told her that he loved her, and that he was so pleased with her. Emma hummed around his stiffness - happy at his pleasure.

Even more photographs, a testament to her desire for him.

He lifted her gently up, and made her kneel on the edge of the bed. Without being asked, she reached behind and pulled apart her cheeks.

She looked over her shoulder.

"Please Master - I am opened and ready for you. Please take me and use me. Please fuck my arse until you explode into me."

In the camera flash, her eyes pleaded and revealed her hunger.

He smiled at her, and stepped close. The curves of the stretched bottom entrancing - decorated with the marks of the spanking.

She had been thoroughly stretched, and although the hole was almost closed again, he was able, with some effort, to push his way in - helped by the generous amounts of oil he had earlier applied. Like a knife sliding into warm butter, he sank into her bowels until he was pressed against her body.

She groaned at the fullness - filled and contended. She wanted this; she needed this; and she was comforted by the knowledge that her Master wanted and needed this too.

As one, they started to thrust back and forth - slowly at first. He is all the way in, and then sliding all the way out - to push back again past the rubbery resisting entrance.