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This is the second part of the where the mistress has now been playing the role of a submissive. How does she feel on the other side? Does she perform all the tasks or use safe words? The continues now.
Master then ordered me to crawl towards a table and bring item no.1 from it. All the time, I need to crawl, so I need to hold it between my teeth. I crawled towards the table. There were so many instruments present there. I knew about all these tools and have started to get goosebumps.
It was a collar, the best possible gift that a slave could have. I took that in my mouth and crawled back to the Master. I reached near the Master, still only able to see his shoes and legs. He ordered me to stand. Slowly, my eyes, while I stood up, started to see his body, first, from his knees.
I saw his full pants and then his belt. It was made of real leather, brown in colour, and ready to make my body red. There was a fear but, at the same time, an eroticness. Later, my eyes grazed his suit and white shirt. He was completely looking like a professional master.
Master took the leash and wore it on my neck. It has a slave engraved on it. I was relieved that, finally, I was his. He has accepted me as a slave, a slave who will follow all his orders, a slave who will respect him and treat him like a god. His every wish would be his command.
I was engrossed in these thoughts so much that I didn’t realize that Master had moved towards my back. The next sound I could hear was my top getting torn off. Yes, the first feeling of getting nude. That noise was so pleasurable that I didn’t want to let it go.
My top was now off my body. I was only in my bra from the top. Next was the time for my skirt to get off again in the same fashion, getting torn off. I was now only left in my bra and thongs. Master started to rub his hands on my body. His touch was making me melt like ice when being put on fire.
His touch was very sensual, erotic, and very sensitive. He then pulled my bra strap a lot like a string pulled from a bow. I knew what was coming next but had no clue when. He stretched a lot with his full force and held it for a very long time.
Each second, even milliseconds, was in anticipation of when the strap would hit my skin. It might be almost 30–35 seconds before the strap hit my skin. It was painful but gave me a lot of pleasure. My body reacted to that pain, and my legs got bent a little. To my worst, my Master noticed that.
Master came to my front and slapped me twice on the face, saying you aren’t supposed to move, slave. He played with the bra straps again a couple of times to see if I still moved, but luckily, I didn’t. My heart was saying whether that was something that I wanted.
Wouldn’t it have been good to receive another couple of slaps from the Master? While I was in this dilemma, Master opened my bra. My two melons were out and free. I did hope that my Master liked my boobs. Next was the turn of my thongs getting torn off.
Master first pulled the thongs from the back. Some part of the thongs went inside my cunt. He then tore off the thongs. I was now in the same state as I came into existence on earth, totally nude without a single cloth.
The only garment on my body was the collar. Master then saw the thongs, and they were wet. My pussy was already wet for a long time, and the evidence of it was on the thong.
Master showed the wet things to me and asked, “Why were you wet? You are such a slut. Humiliation and pain do excite you a lot, and you were leaking juices without the permission of the Master. This deserves a punishment.”
Master took the thongs and ordered me to open my mouth wide.
He then took the thongs and stuffed them in my mouth. Master then attached the leash to my collar. The thought of being his pet dog took me to the highest cloud of erotica. Master ordered me to follow him on all fours. He took the leash in his hand.
I crawled behind him like a good puppy. He reached for a table and sat there. Master then ordered me to come on his lap. My stomach was now resting on his legs with my ass out, ready to be punished. I knew what was on the cards.
Master asked me, “How many spanks should you receive for releasing juices without my permission? How much of a dilemma am I in?” I was being asked to tell me the spanks. If I say less, the Master would be angry. If I give a high count, I would need to suffer. I was in this dilemma.
I received a spank, and next, I heard just one word—faster—and I said 50.
Master said, “It’s a very generous count. Still, since this is the first time I have asked, I will respect it, but we will make it 50 on each buttock, so a total of 100.”
Master then started to spank my ass hard with his bare hands. His touch was painful but made me more wet. Soon, I started to have a burning sensation. I am sure my ass would have been red. Master kept on spanking hard. I was counting till he reached 100.
For the first time, I experienced how pain could lead to pleasure. Master inserted his finger in my cunt, and I could see more juices than before. He said such a shameless creature, and gave one last hardest spank. Master then ordered me to take the same position, but on the couch now.
He came behind me. I could feel some cold object near my ass. The object was reaching closer and closer to my butthole. Master then gave a strong push, and some part of the object went inside my virgin ass. It was hard to identify whether it was a dildo or a butt plug, but it pained a lot.
After waiting for a few minutes, I gave another push and it pained like hell as the object went a little more. Master then kept on pushing a little till the whole object was inside my virgin ass. It was most probably a butt plug, as after it completely went in, I was relieved a little.
Master then ordered me to go on all fours and ordered me to clean his shoes. I just checked my nearby to find a brush or cloth to clean it but couldn’t find any. Master asked me, what are you waiting for? I could only answer that I am looking for a cloth.
Suddenly, I received a slap on my face. Use your tongue, slave. I hadn’t thought about this in my dreams, but it was the order of my Master, and I couldn’t say no to him. I bent down and started to lick clean his shoes. It was a little dirty, but I was able to clean it out. It was quite humiliating.
After cleaning his shoes, the Master ordered me to remove them and then the socks. Master then ordered me to do foot worship. I was on it and started licking his foot. Sometimes I lick it, and sometimes, sucking the toe and fingers. I was now so excited that I was really enjoying my humiliation.
Master then put one toe in my cunt. I was taken by surprise, not expecting this. He inserted almost his whole toe and then pulled it and ordered me to lick it. For the first time, I was about to taste my juices. It was a mixed feeling, but when you’re high, you like all humiliation.
Master repeated this almost 56 times. I tasted and sucked it all the time.
Master ordered me to make a drink for him. I crawled to the mini bar and prepared a drink for him. I came back, holding the drink in one hand and on my foot. Master got very angry seeing this.
“On whose permission did you walk?” He made me stand and handed over 2 glasses full of water. He started spanking my ass, thighs, and back. I was ordered that not a single drop should fall out. I tried to stand straight as much as possible. Still, the impact on the whole back made some of it fall to the floor.
Master spat a lot on the floor where the water had fallen and ordered me to lick clean that. This was quite humiliating. I was licking someone’s spit, and that was also from the floor. Master made me drink the water that was left from the glass and repeated it once more.
I didn’t have any clue why he was making me drink so much water. Master has finished his first drink. He ordered me to make a second drink, but before that, he attached nipple clamps. The clamps had a tray attached to the other end.
He ordered me to bring the glass, keeping it on the tray and be on fours while coming. I crawled to the mini bar, prepared the drink, covered the glass with a lid, and put the glass on the nipple clamps table. My nipples got more stretched now and were paining.
I slowly crawled towards Master so that the glass didn’t fall. Very slowly, I was crawling and finally reached the Master and handed over the drink to him. He took the glass and then ordered me to bring some snacks from the bar in the same fashion.
I crawled again, took two bowls, put some dry snacks, and crawled back. Master, instead of taking the bowls, ordered me to be in a kneeling position. One corner of the tray was lying on my chest and was held on all four sides with clamps attached to the nipple.
Master took his good time and enjoyed the snacks and drinks. My nipples were getting sour and hurting like hell. Master stood and ordered me to stand as well and asked me to remove his clothes. This was the first time I was getting his touch from my wish.
I removed his coat, then the shirt, and then his trousers. He was now only in his briefs. I removed his briefs as well, and now we both were at the same level. We both were nude. His cock was clean, no hair. He ordered me to make another drink.
This time, he asked me to bring one more glass. I prepared his drink and reached to him with his and one empty glass. Master took his whisky and dipped his cock, and ordered me to suck it, but without using my hands. I was already excited and took his cock and sucked it.
He again took it out and dipped it in the glass, and ordered to suck it. This repeated almost 1820 times. Master ordered me to take the empty glass and put it near the cock. He started to pee in the glass, and that surprised me. Once the glass was full, he ordered me to drink one sip at a time, along with Master.
I had never drunk or even tasted my pee. I forgot about that but never thought of it. I would have puked if it were any other day. But the Master had so much command and connection with me. I started to drink his pee one sip at a time. It didn’t taste any good, but when you are so excited, you do everything.
As the Master finished his glass, I emptied mine as well. Master said the good girl and then ordered some food. With so much water that I had drank, I was now feeling pressure to pee. I asked for permission. Master said that I could pee but had to do it as a dog with one leg up.
It was quite humiliating, but I did as the Master ordered me. My legs were drenched in my pee. Master ordered not to clean them. Once I came out of the bathroom, he ordered me to crawl to the place where all the tools were. He ordered to pick No. 9, and it was a cane.
The moment I heard this number. I knew my ass would be put on fire. I crawled back to him. He tied me to one of the benches. My hands and legs were tied with a rope. I was in tight bondage. My ass was out, and he started canning my ass. Every hit of the cane was very hard.
I was sure that red stripes were getting created with every stroke. Almost after 25, he stopped. Master ordered me to lay on my back on the bed and then tie my hands and legs. My pussy was completely exposed and ready to take pain. Master started to flog it, and my pussy started to take the hit.
Next was the turn of my boobs. With the clamps on, it was very painful. Finally, he opened the bondage, and my whole body was in red now. Master then ordered me to be on all fours in one corner. He tied the leash to a window nearby like a dog gets tied. I was feeling quite degraded.
Master went out and returned after an hour with food. He untied the leash and ordered to serve him food. Next, he ordered me to pee in a bowl. Peeing in a bowl was quite humiliating. But what he did next was out of the box. He put some uncooked rice and put in a flame.
Oh God, he was making me eat rice cooked in my pee. He had his food. By the time rice was cooked as well. All the leftover and pee rice were mixed and put in the bowl. Master ordered me to eat like a dog. With no option, I started eating it out. It was really disgusting, but I followed my Master’s order.
Master then went inside and lit up some pencil candles. I thought it was for fragrance, but it had a different purpose. I was tied on a bench, and soon he started pouring hot wax on my privates like pussy and boobs. It was giving a burning sensation.
The pain of hot wax touching your skin was really painful. Almost all of my body was now covered in a white dress of wax. Master then flogged the whole body and removed the dress. This was very shortlived. While the wax was being poured, I shouted a little, which Master didn’t like at all.
He ordered me to bring tiger balm. He put something on my clitoral area and some part inside of my pussy. My whole body was having pain, but this started to give a burning sensation. I was totally on fire. Master then took me to bed and tied my hands with cuffs.
He tied my legs as well. He removed the butt plug and came behind me. It looked like I would be getting ed now. Master removed the butt plug and ordered me to suck his cock. Soon I was doing what I was ordered for. His cock was firm now.
He came behind me and lubed my asshole. Master wanted to take my cherry. He put on his cock and gave a gentle push. Due to the butt plug, my asshole was already stretched out. With some pushes, his cock was inside me. It was painful, but the thought of my Master taking my cherry was overwhelming.
He ed my ass, then my pussy, and then my mouth. I didn’t know how many times I had orgasmed. Finally, he released his load, the Prasad from my God, directly into my mouth. I had to swallow it. He made my first experience an experience to remember, something that I won’t forget.
Something precious for my whole life. His way of controlling my mind and body, giving me pain and humiliating me to the core. But still caring for me after everything is over. He was a true gem, and I was so lucky to have him as the Master.
Finally, he gave me a set of clothes to wear, which were slutty. There was no bra or panty. Hence, I had to be very careful. He ordered me to crawl to my door, and then I could stand on my legs. He took me in his car and dropped me at home. I really liked the way he did aftercare, which is really, really important.
I wish I could be in his arms 24*7. I wish he could make his slave, live with him, get punished and humiliated by him, get slapped by him. But the most important thing is being with him.
I will end the here. Hope you enjoyed it. You can read my other here as well. Ladies/Couples interested in can contact me by chat or mail. You can reach out to me at [email protected] or my chat ID amit.360.Sharma.
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