the new slave

The house is bathed in dim light. All is silent and empty save for tahira at her desk reading and absently touching herself, stroking her smooth nude pussy, occasionally flicking sharply at her clit. She reads erratically….her ‘special’ activity significantly distracting her. Wriggling in frustration, she casts the book aside and moves to her bed, opening her legs wide. There’s a half smile on her face as she dips her hand into herself, imagining her Master watching her, commanding her movements.

She reaches up to pinch a nipple through her bra. She pulls at it, feeling a warm glow spread through her face and down through her whole body. The warmth is turning to intense fire, her face, nipples and cunt are flushed and hot. Writhing on the bed now as an animal in heat, she groans for her Master’s touch, bucking against her own hand, slamming it inside of her…twisting her nipples viciously with her other hand.

After a few minutes of this attention, her body spasms with orgasm. She moans as she roughly continues to flick her clit, desperate for more, no matter how persistently she rubs and claws at herself she is still hungry for more.

Her eyes settle on her phone sitting next to her computer. With a wicked grin she describes in detail what she has just done and sends the text to her Master…she chuckles to herself expecting his pleasure…in under a minute she receives a text back…and as she reads it, the grin slips from her face. It reads, “girl, who gave you permission? It’s not yet time for your bed time chore. Ready yourself. I have decided to come and punish you for this slip now.”

Tahira’s hand jumps to cover her mouth as she gasps. Dismay evident in her body, she draws her knees up to her chin as thoughts fly. Oh, this had never happened before….was Master especially angry? Or just in a teasing mood, wishing to enjoy her then and there? Well she wasn’t taking any chances. She races to the bathroom to wash her face and hands and to oil her pussy and ass.

Ten minutes later she is waiting nervously near the door, sitting on the carpet. She is as tense as a cat stalking its prey. Then the doorbell. She leaps to open the door, letting her Master in. He walks in, crop in hand. Tahira’s eyes widen and she steps back a few paces. He raises an eyebrow and beckons her back as he firmly closes the door.

“Come here pet”. She steps forward. He motions for her to turn around. She does, wincing as he lightly strikes her bottom with the crop. He moves nearer, and bends to speak in her ear. “Assume leading position”.

As soon as she is in place He grabs her hair and guides her through the house to her bedroom. She whimpers at the pace He sets. “girl, be silent”. The sounds at the back of her throat stop abruptly. He pulls her into the bedroom instructing her to get into whipping position on the bed. She scrambles to do as she’s told, shivering in her bare skin with anticipation.


“girl, I am going to punish you for disobedience but I am also going to use you tonight for My pleasure. You are so desperate to be used…well then so you shall be..And we will see how you like it.”

She listens without a sound or movement. He comes closer to the bed and she senses His arm drawing back and keenly feels the first sting of the crop almost before it lands.

“Count them, girl”.

“One, Master” she cries. And then…

“Two….three….four”. she is crying gently now. Muffled sobs follow every cut of the crop until He reaches ten.

At ten he strokes her red ass cheeks with the tip of the crop, tracing the patterns He has made on her flesh. She is very still, sensing His overwhelming presence, basking in it. She trembles slightly as He moves nearer.

He reaches between her legs to touch her pussy, stroking her, moving His hand in towards her sensitive clit.

“Ass up girl” He commands. She swiftly raises her ass in the air giving Master access to her crevices. He gently strokes her clit and pinches her thighs. Then without warning He gives her clit a fierce pinch. She cries in pain and arousal. She can hear His amused chuckles at her reaction. He gives her no time to think as his hands rove her flamed skin, slapping, smoothing and scratching. His touch has the imprint of ownership. She loves His firm rough hands speaking to her flesh, demanding response. Involuntarily her body answers His demands, her pussy squelching with wetness. They both hear it and he laughs knowingly at her…

“Horny little fuck slut, aren’t you?”. He slaps her for a response.

“Yes…. Master’s horny fuck slut”, she gasps out with difficulty…the explosions going on in her mind making rational speech exceptionally hard. She hears His pants unzip and waits for His hard cock to enter her. Her eyes are closed and she waits…nothing happens…..she suddenly feels his mouth on her ear. Biting and licking. She shudders with desire, He whispers to her…

“you want this don’t you girl…you want to be used, fucked, taken….you’ll beg for it won’t you….like a horny slut hmmm? GIRL, BEG.”

His command reaches inside of her and she pants out her desire. “Master, please, this one needs to be taken hard, she needs……mmm she needs her Master to fuck her till she screams….please Master make this one scream”.


He enters her then. Fast and deep. She had distracted herself with her frantic begging so was not expecting Him. And indeed she did scream…yelping at His entry and the depth He pushes Himself in. Drawing himself almost all the way out, tahira felt almost empty and close to tears in her frustration and then slamming himself back in, she was thrown forward with the impact. Breathless she grinds herself against Him, grunting in animalistic pleasure as he repeatedly withdraws and then slams her.

Sweaty and groaning with lust, He came inside her, stirring her to orgasm, she cried in release as his deep voice expressed His pleasure. She collapses onto the bed, thinking to rest. Only to have Him grab her by the hair and pull her up to face Him. He playfully pinches a nipple and slaps her full on the face…she gasps in shock.

“Well, you wanted to play rough…..now, clean Me off girl”. Tahira drops to her knees, submissively bowing her head, she takes her Master’s cock in one hand and draws it into her mouth, sliding it as far it will go to the back of her throat. She moves back and forth, suckling and licking, purring as Master grabs her hair and forces her face further onto His cock…. further and faster…..she gags and tries to pull away but he forces her to stay, grunting intensely He admonishes her withdrawal with a dark glance that wilts her and sets her to suckling as hard and deep as she can. Her lips and tongue kissing and teasing she gives herself over to His hardness and His smell…breathing deeply, she rocks back and forth with Master’s hands patting and stroking her hair and face….

Suddenly He jerks her up by the hair and pushes her face down onto the bed. She whimpers in protest and receives a sharp slap on the ass for it. tahira wonders what is to happen next and she finds out as Master pushes Himself into her ass…no warning, no lubrication. She lets a cry of distress fly from her mouth. He thrusts recklessly into her, riding her ass as she weeps in pain….her tears are disregarded….he grabs her breasts and twists them, tasting her fear and pain. Her sobs grow sporadic, though his thrusts remain vigorous. And she begins to surrender all…finding joy in being taken brutally…knowing her Master can do as He likes to her…rejoicing in her helplessness, in being opened and owned.