The Servants Story

By Dorothy Strangelove

He picked me up in a bar. He knew I was not the kind of girl to let herself get picked up like that, so he ordered me that I would be a slut who would let him pick me up and I would do it very easily, be very compliant and willing to please and give into his every demand. I accepted this, as these were my instructions and my Master's word was law. I was to wear a skirt that was tight and short and a top that held my cleavage partially on display, but one that was tight enough to allow me to wear no bra. I knew this meant as I waited for him I would be getting excited thinking about him and everything that would follow and because of this my nipples would get hard and no matter how tight the fabric was, they would show clearly. Everyone would see I was aroused; it could be nothing else because the weather was warm and tits don't get hard unless stimulated in some way be it by thought or action, not when the weather is warm. I chose a white top because I had a black one that would have shown a little more cleavage but my nipples would not have shown through the fabric so well, the white one grabbed them and squeezed them together so that they were nicely held in place, yet my nipples would stand out.  He told me to be at the bar one hour before he got there, that meant I had to sit on my own dressed like that and I was not allowed to talk to other men or look into their eyes, even if they offered me a drink, in which case I was allowed to say No Thank you only and then turn away, purely out of politeness. I was to sit at a table on my own with a drink and wait, behaving myself like I was such a good girl, as if I looked sexy but would never allow anyone to touch me.

While I sat in the bar I was careful to keep my legs closed because he had ordered me to wear no knickers - I knew he was going to touch me under the table and when he did I was not allowed to react in any way, in case other people saw us. I had to sit there and pretend nothing was happening, which would be difficult for me but I knew I would have to control myself if I wanted to please my Master, even if he stroked me down there or put his finger inside. I noticed there were several men at the bar when I'd come in and they all turned and looked at me but I'd just ordered my drink and sat down at a table in the corner, keeping my legs closed and the whole of me turned away from them as I did not want to look into their eyes because I was not their property.

As I waited I thought about him, about how my Master would walk in and go to the bar, then come over to me and sit down. Only then would I raise my eyes and smile and start to warm to him, so the other men in there watched and realised he had something they didn't possess - the power to pull me. I knew what would happen once he led me out of that bar, I knew where we were going and what I would be doing next and the thought was making me soaking wet.

When he walked into the bar I felt a jolt of excitement run through me and as he walked over to my table and sat down, I raised my eyes and looked at him.

"Mind if I sit down?"

"Please do."

He sat right next to me, under the table his hand rested on my thigh.

"Do you think you might like to leave with me after I finish my drink?" He asked quietly.

I smiled.

"I would love to."

"Good." He said, drinking slowly, glancing over at the other men at the bar who quickly averted their gaze realising I was instantly taken, his hand slid a little further upwards, gently, slowly, under the table I parted my legs and got ready for it, aching for the moment when he did it. He made me wait while we chatted, then his fingers slid right to the top of my thighs.

"I can see your tits very nicely, I'm going to be playing with them very soon. Would you like me to do that?"

"Yes, Master." I whispered.

Then he stroked me, all the way down, it was a light touch but as he brushed my clit I wanted to gasp out loud, but I was forbidden so I sat there in silence but he saw the pleasure register in my eyes.

"Are you always this wet?"

"Only when I think of you Master."

He stroked me again, this time on the outside of my cunt. I had shaved myself nice and smooth and every touch felt so good I wanted to beg him to make me come but I knew I could not do that, not in here and certainly not without his permission.

"Do you often go out like this, looking for sex?"

"No, Master."

"Are you a good girl?"

"I try to be but I am not."

"Why is that? Are you always touching yourself? Do you like to play with it?"

I nodded.

"I'm a very dirty girl, Master. I can't help it. I can't control it."

His hand went back to my thigh.

"You know this means I'll have to teach you a lesson, don’t you?"

"Yes, Master."

He finished his drink and took me by the hand.

"Come on, then. Let's sort you out, you filthy slut."

We walked from the bar and through the reception to the hotel part of the building. There we stepped into a lift. As the doors closed and he pressed the button for the third floor, we were the only two people in there and he pinned me against the wall as his hand gave my left breast a squeeze.

"I'm going to give you a proper seeing to, you've got a lovely cunt but my cock is big and I'm going to fuck you seriously hard. You have no say in anything any more, you are my possession and I'll do exactly what I like with you, understand?"

"Yes, Master. I belong to you."

He let go of me, the lift doors opened and I followed him out.

We reached the bedroom and he unlocked the door. I followed him inside and he locked it again behind us, as I heard that key turn I felt a shiver run through me and I knew what was going to happen.

"Get down on the floor." He told me.

I got down on my knees and looked up at him.

"Take your top off."

I obeyed him, feeling my skin burn with longing as his gaze wandered over my tits.

"You've got nice tits." He stated, "I might put my cock between them and shoot cum all over them. Or I might cum in your face, would you like my cum in your face?"

"Yes please, Master."

"Are you worthy of my cum?"

"Yes, Master. I worship and adore you, I know I belong here, on the floor, to look up at you is wonderful and even your piss on my skin would be a gift."

He leaned down, close to my ear:

"I am a very dominant man and I will punish you severely if you disobey me. Now tell me you like cock!"

"I like cock, Master."

He stood over me and looked down at me and I felt my insides melting with the pleasure of it all, of the sheer power he had over me.

"Would you like my cock?"

"Oh yes, please, Master!"

"Earn it, then."

I lowered my face and began to kiss his shoes, they were black leather and polished to a shine but as my kisses turned into licks and I took my time I knew I was cleaning them better than any shoe polish could and that I was highly honoured to do so. The he told me to stop.

"Take your skirt off and sit on the bed."

I obeyed him, sitting naked on the bed.

He freed his erection and came over to me, cupping my tits together as he slid his cock between them, in and out, I could feel the friction rubbing my breastbone, rubbing warm against my tits and with each thrust I longed more and more to put his cock in my mouth, or at least lean forwards and lick the head as it worked in and out of my cleavage. But Master wanted to fuck my tits, so I sat there while he did so, feeling him growing harder and harder.

Then he pushed me back onto the bed and began to rub his cock hard, he was standing over me and I was aching to catch his cum but I knew where it was going - all over my sensitive, reddened nipples.

"Tell me you want it."

"Cum on my tits..."

"What will you do with it?"

"I'll rub it in."

He shot his load hard and fast, the warmth of his cum felt like a thousand kisses as it hit me, cum was still dripping from his body and he was keeping his eyes fixed on my hands as they grabbed at my tits and I rubbed his orgasm all over my breasts, massaging it in until they shone.

Then he started to take off his clothes.

"Wash yourself and come back here." He told me.

I went into the bathroom and washed my tits, then rejoined him on the bed.

I sat beside him and looked at my Master, feeling honoured to be invited to share his bed. He stroked my face.

I took hold of his hand and kissed the back of it, then our eyes met once more.

He drew me into his arms and held me, the moment when a slave is held by her Master is so divine it’s like touching the highest bliss imaginable; it’s such an honour and so beautiful especially when the slave loves and adores the man she calls her Master, when he held me I felt as if the moment was beautiful and I sank into his arms while he held me and I ran my hands over his body.

He whispered to me, told me I was beautiful, then pinned me down and started to suck on my tits. After the attention they had already had they felt beyond sensitive and he sucked hard, only letting go when each nipple was reddened and firmly erect. He was starting to get hard again but I knew he would make me wait to receive his cum again. My tits were really getting it today, they had been fondled, squeezed, fucked and spunked on and now sucked all over again and my nipples felt like they were tingling by the time he stopped.

Then he spread my legs open and looked between them.

“Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You, Master. It is yours to do with as you wish.”

He looked into my eyes.

“Everything between your legs is mine to play with as I wish, understand?”

I responded by opening my legs wider so he could see everything I had to offer him.

He slid his hand downwards, gently caressing me and enjoying the way I was helpless while he stroked and rubbed at my clit.

“You like this, don’t you.” He said, “That’s because you can’t leave it alone, can you?”

“No, Master…”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I’m always playing with myself and I can’t stop doing it.”

He started to grip me harder, pinching my clit and making me cry out. Then he let go and began to lick me gently. I was feeling waves of pleasure washing over me, I had closed my eyes and was starting to feel as if I was getting closer to a beautiful orgasm. Then I felt the sensation end as he stopped licking me and just looked at my reddened cunt.

“I can’t decide which I like best,” He told me, “Smacking it or licking it. I know you say it hurts when I smack you back and front but I think sometimes you like it as much as me making you cum afterwards…Do you like me smacking your pussy?”

“I consider it a gift, Master.”

“And the pain?”

“Is an honour to receive and reminds me who is boss. The red marks left behind are a reminder of your attention, of the discipline you have given me and sometimes I am sad when they fade, especially on my arse. I love the way you keep me in line with your hand.”

He turned me over and gave the cheeks of my arse a series of sharp slaps. I was pleased he did it moderately hard because I knew I would still be feeling it when I sat down for a few days afterwards and to me this was nice because it was a reminder of what he had done to me, something intimate I could carry with me everywhere I went, and at night I would touch the sensitive skin and remember every slap. I could feel the skin on my arse glowing hot, burning up with all the attention, and just as I thought the pain would get unbearable he turned me back over and slapped my pubic mound, it made me cry out but at the same time I opened my legs even wider, wanting more, wanting the next blow to catch my swollen clit and make me cum uncontrollably. But he gave me another slap down there and stopped.

“You’re not going to cum until I say so.” He told me, “You’ll cum when I say, not before.”

“As you wish.” I said quietly, as I glanced down at myself one look at the sight of how well spanked I had been both ways was enough to make me want to put my hand between my legs and I would have cum very quickly indeed, but I knew if I disobeyed his orders I would have received a much harder spanking, one that would have punished me and I did not want to displease him, so I kept my hands at my sides even though I was red and swollen and it was very clear the smallest touch would have tipped me into orgasm at any moment.

“You want to come so much, don’t you?”

“Your pleasure is more precious and urgent than mine, Master. I am but your slave.”

He smiled on hearing these words.

“Good girl.” He told me, “You can have my cock for being so thoughtful...”

“Thank you so much for honouring my body with your erection Master.”

He took me in his arms and looked into my eyes.

“Consider yourself honoured.” He told me, and thrust into me hard, making me cry out. He fucked me hard over and over, thrusting into me with force, making the bed knock against the wall. He pulled out of me suddenly, grabbed hold of me and dragged me onto my knees on the floor again.

“Take it all down.”

I opened my mouth and slid his cock inside, he grabbed me by the hair and worked my mouth harder up and down his cock until my lips were bumping into his groin and I could feel his length deep at the back of my throat, then he came again this time sharply, suddenly, and I sucked and swallowed, feeling so special to be allowed to drink his cum. We had often talked about my liking for swallowing and I had always insisted that it was very important and fulfilling for me to be allowed to swallow when it was possible, and my Master understood my need to do this. Just like he had once ordered me into the bathroom told me to get in the shower and then pissed on me, saying, I know you love it, you dirty bitch… I had loved it and had asked him to do it to me again because he had surprised me with it and I’d not expected it – but during these kind of games anything that made me feel lower and cum harder gave me a thrill. He knew it, he knew how to say things and do things to push all the right buttons in exactly the right order.

After I had finished swallowing his cum he lay back down and let me lick him until I was satisfied that he was properly clean, then he had told me to come closer so he could hold me, and he held me in his arms for a while. He knew I was still not yet satisfied myself and was deliberately making me wait. I was happy to do this because the ache of arousal was a very sweet pain to endure and I was swollen with the need to cum even though I had been fucked so thoroughly. My clit was tingling with the need for it, my nipples were aching from all the attention, I was warm from the spanking and my vagina was happy with the penetration, plus I still had the taste of cum in my mouth, he had not fucked my arse but that was because he had given me a good fingering down there recently and stretched me which had been beautiful and made me cum so hard I’d almost passed out, but he had told me that I had to leave that alone for a while – he wanted to stretch me but not make me incontinent! I considered myself lucky that my Master was so kind and thoughtful – a more brutal man would have just done it anyway and me being the gimp that I was would have taken it regardless, but he was not like that, he had told me my arse would have to wait, so I knew he would not touch me there today, not yet, that would have to be for another time…

He kissed me slowly and deeply and then looked at me.

“I think you deserve to cum now. You can make yourself cum while I play with you.”

He began to pinch my nipples, twisting them, then pausing to suck on them, with the state of arousal I was in the feeling was so intense that every sensation was magnified and seemed to send a jolt of electricity down to my clit.

He watched me as my hand slid between my legs.

“Go on, you dirty bitch, make yourself cum…”

He pinched my nipples harder, really playing with my tits, so that every sensation lower down made me moan with pleasure.

“I said, Cum for me…”

That was an order and one I couldn’t resist. As the orgasm swept through my body he held me in his arms, as I drew my hand away he put his own hand between my legs and pressed down there, feeling the wetness and the last of the pleasure that throbbed through me.

Feeling weak, I looked into his eyes.

“Thank you, Master…”

The he finally whispered the words I’d waited to hear all day, the words every slave and servant longs to hear most of all from the one who owns them.

“I love you.” He told me, and that felt like the best reward of all – even though being spanked and having my tits used like cum bags was a very close second.

The End