The Oasis with Sir M (Fiction) Part 2

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Master led his slaveG into the house down the hall to the basement door. “Stand up whore, now!” Then he led her down the stone walled stairs, while she struggled to keep up with him. He was in a hurry. “I don’t have to correct you constantly, so we are going to have to add some punishment to your back.” Then, he realized he was talking in a harsher voice, then normal. “I have got to get these supplies in the house before dark, and you need to start dinner soon. I don’t mean to be frustrated in this tone, but you need to learn, my whore. Do you understand me? Are you listening this time?” 

“Yes, Sir” slaveG tries not to sob. “I can take it.”

“I know you can. Question is: Will this teach you a lesson? I hope so, it’s going to be harsher with a dragon tail whip, which you have not experienced yet.” As he’s speaking, he leads her to the cross and straps her ankles and wrists face forward.

In the basement they collaborated on the most exquisite, decorated dungeon that was soundproof and key locked. Nobody could enter that half of the basement. Master built most of the furniture himself as slaveG found examples of dungeons online and found places to purchase the materials for him to pick up. They both enjoyed the process of creating their Oasis in the woods. This was the first room in the house they wanted to keep the dynamic constant and stable. Some of the hardware that was medieval were found on a BDSM site. Clever.

Master could hear the anticipated breathing of slaveG. As he rubbed her ass and whispered in her ear. “Your mine, your time, your talents, your managing the house, you do all this for me, do you get that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Stop trying to take control. I own you, Bitch,” then he put a vibrator up her pussy on high and taped it to her so it would stay put. “I want you to not come until I say.”

“Yeees, Sir.” 

“Be a good girl.” With that he stepped back to extend his arm and get the whip ready for her back. As he snapped his wrist, the whip is a shape of a lasso then strikes her back across a diagonal lash leaving a mark that stung like no other slaveG has felt as she lets out a scream.

“One, Thank you Master.”

Master fought back the emotion as he loved her deeply and knew this was hurting her while she couldn’t orgasm. He could see all the juices running between her legs as she convulsed his pussy. A beautiful sight to be honest, his dick got rock hard. Then, he got ready for another strike criss crossing the other lash on her back. She felt that one, it was stronger, and she wailed as she kept convulsing pussy juice. 

“Two, Thank you Master.”

“No screaming this time…take it, whore.”

“Yes, Master.”

At that moment she felt the whip strike her back so hard it took strength to fight the screams, but the tears rolled down her face. Master notices it and puts the whip on the table. He comes up behind her and whispers. “What do you say, slut?”

“Three, thank you Master.”

“Good, girl. Beg to cum for me hard. My dick is hard.”

As soon as he said it, she began, “Please please please Master. May I cum. Your pussy needs to cum a lot. I love you Master, please.”

“Yes, you may cum, bitch. Be a good whore.”

The squirts and cum that gushed out of slaveG got everywhere below her. “Thank you, Master.”

Then, Master took off the tape and the vibrator and stuck his elongated cock up his pussy thrusting hard over and over again. “Cum bitch, cum for Master.” He could feel her rushing juices all over his cock and she moaned and screamed his name over and over again. The two of them are always in sync. Like waves that come ashore and recede to return, then splashing against rocks. 

“Oh my beautiful sexy cumslut. You did Master proud. I’m about to cum, now you can do number three.” With that just like that…they created an explosion for the second time as sweat beats down their bodies. SlaveG was exhausted as she hung on the chains feeling Master pull out and take steps to unchain her wrists and ankles from the shackles. Master caught her as she collapsed in his arms then kissed her lips. “Good girl. Now I normally ask you to clean up but you took it well and I’m proud of my girl.” 

He picked her up to lay her on the chalet chair on her stomach. The healing of her back and ass were going to take time. He grabbed the cream on the stand next to him to start the aftercare process as he kissed her wounds then rubbed the cream on her. Thanking her for her service to him she let out tears. They weren’t tears of ***, but of overwhelming joy that he was her loving Master. When he was finished, he got her a glass of water to drink then a sugar snack. All was right with the world. 

“Do you think you have the energy to clean me?”

“Yes, Master.” As she stuck out her tongue, he stood in front of her and shoved his dick into her mouth as her tongue circled for the cum to be swallowed and finished him in a few minutes. “What about the floor over there, Master?”

“Naw, do it later. I’ll show you why and you might need me to get you upstairs.” He leads her to the mirror and turns her around to hand her a handheld mirror.

“Oh myyyyyy. Lashes of love. Thank you Master for letting me wait. It really hurts.”

“You are a good girl most of the time and we have played for 2 hours straight, so did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, Master. I need to set my timers written on the schedule and not get caught up on one project all day long.”

“Exactly, my point. I know you can do it. Now let me help you upstairs. We stink.” he laughs. “Definitely, I will help you in the shower.”

“Thank you for the lesson, Master. I love you Master.”

“Love you too, whore.”

Master stands her up and guides her upstairs as she leans into his chest.

-The End

Thank you for reading another one of my erotic stories.

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