He had just come out of a marriage and was again finding his confidence and looking to rediscover a side of his life he had suppressed for too long.

She was a curvy single mother, some 20 years younger than him, with no time or wish for a relationship, but a strong desire to experiment and test her blossoming limits as a submissive.

They had very little else in common.

She called him Master, and he called her simply Doll. (A name of her choosing)

They shared a brief but enlightening adventure for them both.

They met online and talked extensively about what each wanted, then met in person in a public place to discuss further and lay some ground rules, hard and soft limits were agreed, she stated her main kinks were pain, spanking, restraint and being used, also informing him she would like to be made to cry, as she found this a healthy emotional release from the stresses of motherhood.

A safe word was agreed upon, and he insisted that he expected her to be a polite and obedient slave at all times; she agreed to this demand.

Their first session was arranged at her house the following Friday at a time when her 3-year-old daughter would be asleep.

Having worked late that day, he drove the 20 minutes straight from his office and arrived at her house wearing a black suit, tie and white shirt. (She later stated she liked the air of authority this gave him, and he would wear suits whenever they met in future.)

Playing the role of a confident Master helped him to overcome the nerves he felt, having been with the same partner for over a decade.

“Good evening, Doll,” he said as she opened the door,

“Good evening, Master,” she replied courteously.

She wore a very short, tight, bodycon dress in a deep red colour that clung to her large chest and accentuated the curves of her hips and ass. He was pleased to note she was wearing black stockings as instructed.

He followed her through the hall into a small but tidy living room and sat on the sofa. “Coffee, please, Doll, White no sugar.”

“Yes, Master”, she replied. Returning from the kitchen a few minutes later to hand him a cup. He took it and spoke.

“Let me take a look at you”, he said. Looking slightly uncomfortable, she stood in the centre of the room with her hands behind her back. “Turn round”, he said as he sipped his coffee. She slowly turned till she came to face him again.

“Are you nervous, doll?” He asked.

“A little nervous, but also excited, master!” she replied carefully.

“I am glad. I hope to make this a memorable night, Doll.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Take off the dress,” he said with a new element of command in his voice.

 Again, after a slight hesitation, knowing this would be the first time he saw her strip, she complied.

“Yes, Master." She struggled out of the dress, pulling it over her head, dropping it on the sofa beside him before returning to the centre of the room.

Continuing to drink his coffee, he made a show of slowly looking her up and down, taking in the curvaceous figure standing before him, clad now only in stockings and matching black underwear, her long waist-length, straight blonde hair tied neatly in a plait down her back. She was blessed with very large breasts and a classic hourglass figure.

“I have something for you,” he said, standing. He took a small black leather collar with an O-ring from his pocket. “You understand that while you wear this collar, you belong to me and will do exactly as I command; only I can remove it.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Would you like me to collar you now, Doll?”

“Yes, please, Master,” she replied with a slight smile.

He attached the collar tightly around her neck, hooked his finger in the O-ring, pulled her head lower, and kissed her forehead before sitting on the sofa again.

“Take off the bra,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” she replied as she reached behind her back to unclip it. Freeing her massive breasts and dropping the bra to the floor, again, he took his time looking her up and down.

He stood and took the few steps to stand in front of her, saying, “Eyes down, Doll.”

She complied immediately.

Slowly and very deliberately, he raised his hands to lift and knead her breasts, almost as someone checking a product. He noted her breathing become heavier as he pinched each nipple to erectness in turn; he slowly walked around her, feeling and squeezing her ass, her buttocks soft and pliable under his fingers.

She heard movement behind her, and he returned carrying a small 2-person dining table from the other side of the room, placing it in front of her.

“Bend over, Doll,” he instructed.

“Yes, Master,” she replied and bent forward over the table.

He took her hands in turn, placing them to the side to grip the edge of the table, then standing behind her to use his feet to gently force her legs further apart.

He returned to sit on the sofa, removing his jacket as he did, knowing she would be watching him from the corner of her eye. He made a show of carefully removing his cufflinks, then slowly folding the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, all the time watching her, now bent over the table, breathing shallowly in anticipation.

“Good girl, Doll, you take instruction very well," he said.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Do you remember your safe word, Doll?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“And you remember we discussed you can use it to pause or stop any session at any time, and I will not punish you."

“Yes, master," she again answered.

“Good girl. Would you like me to spank you now, Doll?”

“Yes, Master, please, Master,” she immediately replied with a notable tremble.

He stood and walked slowly behind her to immediately use his right hand to land 10 firm strikes, 5 to each side of her bottom, before firmly stroking and kneading her ass.

Another 10 followed, this time a little harder, and when he stroked her, he also gave her a little pinch on each cheek.

The next 10 spanks were much harder, and he noted that her hands gripped the edge of the desk a little tighter, her knuckles turning white.

This time, when he stroked her ass after, he traced his hand between her spread legs to stroke her pussy through her cotton panties, the firm pressure from his fingers on her swollen lips drawing the dampness through the material. At first, she flinched slightly, but then pushed her body back against his hand.

Taking confidence from the physical reaction of her body, he moved her feet together, forced the black panties down over her ass and down her legs till she stepped out of them, immediately saying, “Spread your legs, Doll.”

“Yes, Master," she said as she did so. For a moment, he savoured the sight of her round, dimpled, naked ass, the plump flesh already starting to glow red, her pussy glistening beneath.

Stepping to the side he delivered another 10 hard slaps to her ass, enjoying the sensation and sound of his hand on her naked flesh, this time his hand went straight to stroking her pussy, firmly rubbing the lips before gently parting them to probe inside, then inserting 2 fingers and slowly sliding them back and forth forcing a low steady series of moans from her, as he fingered her he leant forward and spoke in her ear, “You told me you enjoy pain Doll, shall we see if that is true?”

“Yes... Master,” she struggled to say between moans, his fingers moving faster inside her.

Without hesitation, he withdrew his fingers and launched a series of 20 savage strikes to her ass, each struck home fast and hard, the first few drawing sharp gasps from her and the last few drawing cries of pain. Then immediately thrust his fingers deep into her pussy, her cries now a mixture of pleasure and pain, her breathing shallow and uncontrolled. As her moans became louder and more urgent, he again delivered 10 fast, hard slaps to her ass; by the end, her cries of pain had become a low sob.

He gently stroked his hand across her cheeks, now glowing a deep red. He moved to crouch next to her at the front of the table. Her eyes were tightly closed, and tears had just started to trail down her face. “Have you had enough, Doll?”

“No, Master,” she answered without hesitation, opening her eyes to look at him and shaking her head,

“Are you sure you want more?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, please, Master,” she pleaded.

“Well, you had better earn it then,” he said.

Before she could respond, he stood, unzipping his trousers, took out his erect penis with one hand, put the other on the back of her head and slowly slid himself into her mouth, edging himself as deep as he could until she started to gag, then withdrawing slightly. He steadily built up a rhythm, sliding himself faster in and out. She could barely move in her position and just kept her lips tight around his dick and tried not to choke as he fucked her mouth.

After a minute or two he leaned over her and slapped her ass hard, drawing a sharp cry from her full mouth. This only seemed to spur him on, and he drove harder and faster into her lips. The speed of the spanking was matched by her muffled cries till finally he came, flooding her tongue with thick warm liquid which she eagerly swallowed as he withdrew.

He walked behind her, delivered a final flurry of hard slaps to her ass, took hold of her long hair and used it to lift her off the table before leading her to sit on the sofa, her legs faltering a little as she moved without a word, he pushed her thighs far apart and dropped to his knees, burying his head in her soaking pussy, he quickly found her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth and vibrating his tongue around it.

Almost immediately, she arched her back and clawed at the sofa as her body tensed and quivered in a long-drawn-out orgasm, forcing a low scream from her throat.

Sitting next to her, he gently pulled her onto her side to lie with her head on his lap and draped a blanket over her body, naked apart from the Collar and stockings.

“Thank you, Master, that was fantastic,” she said breathlessly, her body still quivering.

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