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Trish - The Submissive Stranger
Chapter # 4
by Lewis Chappelle
I was still laying naked, on the massage table under a warm blanket when Suzie, our masseuse, got dressed and left the suite. My tits were pushed through holes in this special massage table she had left behind and were aching terribly because Master had clipped my nipples at least twenty minutes earlier.
Regarding Suzie, I felt ambivalent about her to be sure. When Suzie worked on me, she made me jealous and then angry from time-to-time. But then, with the approval of Master, she performed her magic and worked some very intense orgasms out of me.
All the time I laid there, I wanted more from my new Master so I threw off the blanket, raised my ass, reached around my hips with my hands and, spread my ass cheeks apart wide as a non-verbal invitation to him to fuck me there. That was a proposition which he could not pass up.
I’ve heard that not all women get a kick from being fucked in the ass but, I am not one of them. My ass is a pleasure center and, I don’t mind topping-from-the-bottom, so to speak, to let a man know what I want. Master seemed to go along with me on that score. He entered me quickly and banged me hard and long. No additional lubricant was needed. The fact that my tits were on fire just lit me up and, with his permission, I had a great cum, or two, or three; actually I forgot to count.
Of course, when Master removed the nipple clips I about went through the roof in pain. I screamed. He just grabbed my tits in his hands and squeezed them, pressing a fresh supply of blood to surge to those sore and tender buds. Oh dear god! To show me just how much he enjoyed my tits, he made a point of holding them and pinching my nipples all night long. He didn’t need to be that attentive!
Our morning routine had been well established over the previous days except that he now told me to answer the door completely naked when breakfast arrived. And, wouldn’t you know -- it was Chuck again.
I knew Master was doing what he could to humiliate and humble me, but there was something inside of me that made his domineering attempts exciting and even attractive. After all, I know I’m a submissive girl to the core.
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The afternoon of “comprehensive” massages with Suzie was splendid to say the least. I had great fun tormenting Trish emotionally during the time Suzie was with us. I love to see her as on edge and ready to fuck as she was this afternoon. In fact, she even induced me to fuck her in the ass; an act for which I really didn’t need much persuasion.
I love seeing Trish nude and strutting around in heels. She is so delectable. So full of sexual energy and ambition. So horny . So submissive
In bed that night, she had pressed herself tightly against me. She was laying on her left side with her right arm over me pulling me tightly to her. My right arm was wrapped under and all the way around her petite body and I had a vice grip on her left tit.
I asked her if she had ever been spanked and she moved her head, to the extent that she could, to indicate she hadn’t.
When I told her that after her morning rituals, I planned on giving her the first over the knee spanking of her life. I could feel her press her legs together and move her hips even closer to me in expectation of what that experience would be all about. What a slave girl!
“Would you like me to spank you in the morning, slave?” I asked, demanding an verbal response.
“Master, I can’t tell you how erotic the idea of a spanking over your knees is to me. Yes, for sure please spank me and, if it pleases you, make it a spanking I’ll remember all the rest of my life, please Sir,” she responded.
I never knew when she fell asleep because I dozed off as peacefully as could be, contemplating her naked, lithe, body draped across my legs.
Trish was at her best in waking me up this morning. Then I sprung it on her that she would have to answer the door for my breakfast service, nude, in heels. Her cheeks got red. She knew it would be our little Chuck who would get his jollies off.
When he knocked, she let him in. I asked him, “Do you like what you see, Chuck?”
Chuck couldn’t contain himself. He sported a hard-on in seconds and stammered something to the effect that he had to get back to the kitchen. Even Trish couldn’t help but smile at his boyish awkwardness.
After Chuck had closed the door behind him, when Trish completed her homage service and had eaten from my hand again, I reminded her about the spanking I had in mind for her. I wanted her to have a big butt plug in her ass as well as the set of the silver, slip-O ring, nipple clips on for that experience. I had her crawl to the bedroom to get the plug and the clips and then crawl back to me. When they were in place properly, I had her kneel in front of me and ask me to spank her for requiring so much attention from me the past few days.
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My cunt was already overflowing by the time Chuck left the suite. I was so looking forward to my moments of silent homage to my Master. As I knelt in front of him, all I could think about was me draped over his legs and his hand raining down on my ass repeatedly for the first time. The thought of it all was arousing in the extreme. In fact, he had me press a plug in my ass, clip my nipples and then, ask him to spank me; all of which added so much extra sexual tension to an ordeal I was already eager to experience.
My Master is such a rascal. He had my legs draped to his right side and my head to his left and he kept sliding his hands over my back, ass and upper legs for the longest time. I never thought he would get around to the spanking. He was making me crazy with anticipation.
The first slaps were tender like he never intended to hurt me. But, I wanted him to hurt me, and really hurt me, so I said, “Master please Sir, if it gives you pleasure, please spank my ass harder, Sir.”
Then the drum beat on my ass started in earnest. I counted twenty five reasonably hard slaps on each cheek before he stopped and, asked me if I felt I deserved more strokes. And, I most certainly wanted more even if I didn’t think I deserved them. Nevertheless, I told him I did.
Another twenty five, even a bit harder. Then, came the same question again and, the same answer. Then another fifty. Even though the pain was intense. I didn’t cry! In fact, I was pleased with myself in a way because, my cunt was dripping on his leg.
Master made me spread my legs a bit so he could finger my cunt, which got me to stirring uncontrollably on his lap. He seated the plug more deeply in my ass, and told me to kneel in front of him and pleasure his cock with my mouth, which was the least I could do for him.
Instead of cumming in my mouth, Master made me lay on the carpet and offer my cunt to him. He ground himself into me, and while doing so, ground my sore ass into the wool Berber carpet on the floor; actually not an altogether unpleasant sensation. He liked how tight I was since the plug was still in place, but then he decided to fuck my ass, which wasn’t all that unpleasant either once the plug was removed. And, it wasn’t even noon time yet.
He made me lay in my own juices while he took a shower, then ordered me to freshen up as he was taking me out of the hotel for the first time since we came back from our shopping trips on Sunday night. He was attentive to every detail of my make-up and outfit.
Master applied the new spicy gel to my nipples, ass hole and, cunt. His last pronouncement was to have me insert the inflatable, remote controlled, vibrating butt plug for the first time as well as the vibrating dildo. This style dildo was a stay-in-place version with a small appendage that fit right on top of my clit. I knew I was going to be in for a long and maddening walk.
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Trish took her spanking well and even requested I spank her harder a few times. I must have spanked her hard over one hundred times. She was a real pain slut as far as I was concerned; my kinda slave.
I had always wanted her to be out, on-the-town, with our newest gadgets -- the remote controlled butt plug and dildo. Wednesday afternoon seemed just the right time to put her through her paces in public. She did look hot on the outside with her high heels and short skirt and nipple-showing blouse. Only I knew what was about to go on inside her.
When we got to the lobby, and just about in front of the receptionists counter, I pushed that plug button and it started to vibrate in her ass. I had my hand on the small of her back and she wanted to pull back and stop walking but I pressed her forward. She stood straighter, I guess to reduce whatever effects the vibrations were having on her but it seemed that nothing she did posture wise was ameliorating the sensations in her ass. She looked at me as if to say, “please stop that damn thing, Sir.” A look that went unattended.
I did shut off the plug by the time we got to the door and Trish seemed to have found her bearings by then. Once we were on the street it seemed everyone was giving her ‘the look.’ I was flattered and she seemed nervous and maybe more than that - unnerved.
Then I set the remote dildo in motion and again Trish threw her head back and jerked in mid-stride. Then she stopped altogether and put her legs together like she had to piss. I was holding back the biggest smile. What absolute fun. I told her not to look at me any more and to just keep walking as naturally as she could.
The sequence was the same for a while. I’d walk and talk with her for a few minutes then turn on the butt plug and she would stiffen up. Then I turn it off and she would relax and we’d walk some more before I started up the vibrating dildo. That one seemed to really put a crimp in her step. Then I’d turn it off and walk and talk, mostly about her slave status, until I started up the butt plug again. She had begun to hold my arm very tightly and to really clutch me when it was the dildo’s turn to drive her crazy.
About a half an hour into our walk we passed a nice looking strip club with pictures of some of the dancers in the show case. I directed Trish inside the place.
“Have you ever been in a place like this to see the pole dancers do their thing, slave?” I asked her.
“No Master, I’ve always been too shy and I thought they were primarily for men anyway,” she said.
After our eyes acclimated to the darkness of the place, I noticed our masseuse, Suzie, doing her erotic thing on stage. I brought Trish up to the dance platform and we took seats at the edge of the stage to watch her. She had on a crotch patch but no bra or pasties. She recognized us right away, too.
At the end of her second dance, she went to the manager to tell him something then came back to me. She said our drinks were on the house but, she wanted to know if she could bring Trish up on the stage and dance the last dance of her prearranged set for her. I hoisted a high-backed bar stool onto the stage and lifted Trish up without even asking her.
Trish looked around as catcalls from the modest number of patrons in the place were clearly for her and her nifty body. After she was seated in the leather bar stool, I turned on her butt plug and she immediately grabbed the edge of the seat with both hands. Apparently, Suzie heard the muted buzzing sound over the beat of the music because she came over to me and asked if Trish was wearing a vibrator. When I said yes she was, she gave me a big wink and went back to her performance only this time she had larceny on her mind.
Suzie went right up to Trish and put her tits in Trish’s face and stuck her nipples in her mouth. She told her to suck on them, which she did to the appreciative screams of the small, primarily male, crowd. Then she stuck both hands up Trish’s skirt all the way to her hips and when she brought them out she made a big pantomime play to indicated that Trish didn’t have any under pants on. The crowd went wild again even more boisterously than before, and I was getting hard.
I had downed my drink and thought it would be wise to get Trish out of there before she was harassed even more by the noisy boys in the corner. I pulled her down, told her to take a bow, wave goodbye. We were gone with no further fanfare.
Trish told me that she was really nervous on stage and would hate me forever for doing that to her. I patted her little derričre and flipped on her dildo. She smiled.
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Master treated me to a public exhibition in self control as we walked out of the hotel and down the street. He started my vibrating butt plug many times and alternately started my dildo which was really a turn-on. At times, I was hardly able to keep my balance considering I was in high heels. I held his arm tightly but he was having so much fun watching me squirm that he didn‘t seem to mind that I was actually clawing him.
He took me into a nude dance bar and who should be there but our masseuse Suzie. She got me up on stage with her and made me the butt of her gags and rambunctious and erotic dancing. She even made me suck her nipples while I was up there.
As we were leaving the building, she told me she was really looking forward to meeting us in the suite again the next day. “What does that girl have in in her devious mind?” I wondered. “Hadn’t she given my Master enough suggestions on how to torment me the last time she came to work on us?”
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The End of Chapter # 4
Note # 1. I would appreciate any comments regarding this work sent to biggreek100@aol.com. I’ll respond to correspondence related to my stories and other erotic topics on a regular and mutually satisfactory basis.
Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989. LC
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