A Week after the festival in Germany, we were preparing for the final gig of the tour in my home town of Sheffield. I was now standing at the train station awaiting the arrival of Michelle. We had stayed in contact after the night in Manchester, and she had made her wish to see me again very clear.

“I will be your submissive little sex slave and allow you to do anything to me you want, Master,” was the exact wording she used.

Accompanying this message was a picture of her naked, on her knees with her hand between her legs and her head back with her mouth wide open.

I told her I liked being called Master, and she had used it ever since. I had sent a few tasks in the days before she arrived, all of which she completed without question.

The night before, she had sent pictures of outfits, and I had selected what she would wear for the gig and to travel.

She stepped off the train in a black vest top and a short pleated tartan skirt. I knew beneath was a pink bra, but no panties. When she saw me, she dropped her bag and literally leapt into my arms, kissing me deeply and saying, “Hello, Master.”

We chatted on the short drive to mine, and I gave her a quick tour of my small flat. “Would you like a drink or some food, Michelle?”

“No, thank you. I have waited weeks to see you again. All I want is you, Master,” she answered. I pulled her into me, kissed her deeply, slid my hand beneath her skirt and firmly stroked her naked pussy, which was already wet, my fingers drawing a soft moan from her.

“Do I need to remind you that when you call me Master, you are my property, you belong to me and will follow my orders or be punished?”

“No, Master, I like that I am yours, and I said I will be a good girl, and you can do anything you like.” Her voice broke into a moan halfway through the sentence, as my fingers continued to stroke her.

“Good girl, well, let's go to the bedroom then and see if you can remember how to follow orders,” I said, taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom, gently pushing her towards the bed and slapping her arse.

I sat on a chair in the corner and said, “Take off your top.”

“Yes, Master,” she said with a large smile and peeled her black vest top over her head.

“Good girl, now your skirt.” She had started to undo it before I finished the sentence. She turned her back to me as she slid it over her arse, as instructed; she was not wearing any panties. She turned slowly to face me, her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips, smiling.

“You follow instructions well, Michelle. Now, lie on the bed and show me what you were doing in the pictures you sent me last night.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked nervous, but she smiled and said, “Yes, Master.”

She climbed on the bed and lay on her back, sat slightly up against the pillow and slowly ran her fingers down her stomach and started to gently stroke the smooth outer lips of her pussy.

“I am so wet, Master; I was wet on the train thinking about you,” she sighed.

“And did you do anything about it on the train?” I asked.

“No, Master, I wanted to wait to be with you.”

“Then relax and show me what you do when you think about me.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

I noticed her shoulders relax a little as she seductively brought her fingers up to her mouth, putting two deep in her mouth and then slowly moving them down to insert them into her pussy, closing her eyes and moaning as she did. I could see her fingers now glistening as she probed deeper.

“Pull your leg up like in the pictures, Michelle,” I instructed.

She hooked her left wrist under one of her knees and used it to pull her leg up towards her chest, opening her pussy in the process and giving me a much better view.

Her breathing was becoming quicker, and she was moaning gently.

“Take off your bra,” I said as I stood and started to undress. She removed the bra quickly and lay back down watching me undress.

“Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?” I asked.

“No, Master, sorry, Master.” She said quickly and plunged her hand back between her legs, this time rubbing her clit rapidly before inserting her fingers again.

Her eyes never left me as I strode naked around the bed. As I knelt beside her at the top of the bed, she leaned over and opened her mouth wide.

“Good girl,” I said as I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided my cock between her lips. She took me to the back of her throat and enthusiastically and noisily sucked me in and out of her lips as I stroked and cupped her breasts and watched her fingers move inside her.

She was obviously getting close and opened her mouth to gasp. I forced myself into the back of her throat and said

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” I snapped. She nodded as best she could. I placed my hand on her thigh and pulled her leg higher as I turned myself to lie on the bed beside her, keeping my hand on the back of her head and turning her with me, placing one arm over her hip and resting the other on her thigh.

I buried my head between her thighs and lapped at her soaking pussy. She took my cock in one hand and rested the other on my side as she repositioned herself and continued to suck my cock.

I plunged my tongue into the warm depths of her pussy before moving higher and latching onto her clitoris. The second I started to flick at it with my tongue, she moved her head back and gasped and moaned loudly, before again taking me to the back of her throat and keeping me there, drawing a moan from me.

It was like we competed to see who could make the other cum first, and I was determined to win, sliding my hand under my head and inserting two fingers deep into her pussy, hooking my fingers towards the front as I vibrated my tongue across her clit. She threw her head back and suppressed a scream as she came, bucking and convulsing beneath my mouth.

The second she had stopped spasming, she rolled me onto my back, and again took my cock into her mouth, pumping her hand rapidly as her tongue circled and she sucked on the last few inches.

I was close already, and within a minute, I gasped and tensed as I flooded her mouth. She swallowed and then gently licked and sucked my cock clean.

We lay next to each other for a short time.

Then I sat, rolled her onto her stomach and landed a hard slap on each cheek of her pert arse. “Come on, we need to get ready.”

“Ouch! Yes, master,” she said with a laugh.

We both quickly dressed, me in tight leather trousers and a glittery shirt, her in a black bustier and short black pleated skirt. I knew beneath she was wearing the matching black lingerie, suspender belt and stockings I had chosen the night before.

“You look stunning, Michelle,” I said as we walked out to the car.

“Thank you, Master,” she replied with a proud grin.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur.

We had arrived at the club, said hello to everyone, the band sound-checked, we had food and then played an amazing gig to a friendly crowd.

All of a sudden, we were sat in the back of a taxi, kissing on the way back to mine.

I unlocked the front door and bowed like a true gentleman, and waved Michelle in first. She curtsied and, as she stepped in and said “Thank you, kind sir,” I aimed a hard slap at her arse.

She turned to complain, but I pinned her to the wall in the hallway and kissed her. Full of adrenaline from being on stage and with a beautiful skinny girl at my mercy, I felt on top of the world.

As we kissed passionately and she stroked me through my leather trousers, I unclipped her bustier and unzipped her skirt; in seconds, both were on the hallway floor. As I pulled my T-shirt over my head, she undid my leathers and forced them down my legs. As I stepped out of them, she started to pull down my boxer shorts, but I shook my head and pulled her up to her feet.

I kissed hungrily down her neck. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked down the hall carrying her into the bedroom and turned as I approached the bed and fell backwards with her still kissing and nipping at my neck.

As we kissed frenetically, my hands clawed at her arse as she now knelt over me. My fingers then found and unclipped her bra; she sat up as I drew the black lace down her arms and dropped it off the side of the bed.

I sat up and took her breasts into my mouth in turn, savouring the supple flesh and gently caressing her nipples with my tongue, she was moaning quietly, as I lifted my head to kiss her she pushed me back down onto the bed, bit my bottom lip and dragged at it a little as she rose onto her hands and knees and said, “Let me take care of my Master.”

She started slowly kissing her way down my neck, moving her lips onto my chest, before moving lower and dragging her tongue down my abs, she gripped the top of my boxer shorts in her teeth and dragged them down over the head of my hard cock, before dragging them down my legs with her hands and discarding them, she sat on my knees and looked me in the eye as she took each of my balls into her mouth and gently sucked on them.

Her hand reached up to gently stroke my cock, which she then held straight as she curled her tongue around the tip, kissed her way down the side to the base of the shaft and then all the way back up.

She then tightened her lips around the tip again and ever so slowly worked her way down to take as much of me into her throat as she could. She held there, with her nose just touching my stomach for a few seconds, then slid her lips back up, gasping for air, before starting to move up and down with her lips tight around me.

I looked down at her and said, “That feels amazing, but come here.”

She faked a frown and crawled back up my body. As she kissed me, I turned us both, so she was lying beside me and said, “Back in a moment.”

She watched me carefully as I walked over to a chest of drawers. Her eyes widened as I turned around with a long length of black silk rope in my hands.

“Give me your wrists,” I said as I approached the bed.

She shuffled to the edge and held her wrists up.

“Yes, master,” she said with a smile, looking up at me from the bed.

I tied her wrists together nice and tight and then used the rope to pull her hands to the corner of the bed and tied her to the bedpost lying at an angle across the bed on her stomach.

I slowly walked around the bed and drew her black lace panties down her slim legs and off her feet. Walked back to the other corner where her head was and looked down at her, saying, “Now you can carry on what you were doing.”

I placed my left hand on the back of her head and slid my hard cock into her luscious lips. I held her head still with my left hand as I fucked her mouth and started to lightly slap her now exposed arse as I bent forward.

As I steadily increased the strength of the slaps, she started to yelp, and I pushed deeper into her mouth, warning, “If you can’t keep quiet, I am going to have to spank you more.” She was suddenly silent, and I aimed a few more hard slaps at her ass to make sure.

I withdrew from her mouth and slowly walked down the bed, saying, “Do you remember what I said last time we saw each other, Michelle?”

“Yes, Master,” she said nervously.

“What did I say, Michelle?”

“That you were going to spank me until I begged you to stop, Master.”

“That is right. Do you remember your safe word, Michelle?”

“Yes, Master,” she said again, sounding nervous.

“Good girl,” I said and started to steadily spank her narrow, pert, supple arse.

I started gently, but soon built up a hard and steady rhythm of sharp blows to her delicate flesh. I paused and stroked her cheeks, feeling the heat already coming off them. “Are you wet, Michelle?”

“Yes, Master, oh god yes,” she whimpered as I rubbed my hand down to her pussy and stroked it, sliding my left hand under her hip and swiftly finding her clit.

She moaned loudly; her moans soon became cries of anguish as I continued to stroke her clit, but started to spank her again, this time harder and faster.

Each time I paused the spanking, she would moan in pleasure, which would then become cries of pain when I restarted, till finally she cried, “Oh god, please, Master, please.”

“Are you begging me to stop, Michelle?” I said, aiming two vicious, hard slaps to her arse.

"No, Master, no master, but I need you to fuck me, please, Master.” I stroked her cheeks, which were now glowing bright red and intensified my attention on her clitoris. Her breathing was shallow and irregular, and her voice sounded almost delirious as she again begged.

“Please, Master, please have pity. Fuck me, Master, fuck me!” I could not resist a smile, knowing I had broken her and she was now truly my property.

I pushed her legs apart and lay between her thighs, resting on my hands. I pushed forward and entered her in one smooth movement. She let out a long, anguished sigh.

I steadied myself and started to thrust in and out of her warm, wet depths in a steady, smooth motion. Almost immediately, she buried her face in the duvet and started moaning loudly. I shifted my weight onto one arm and grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her head back from the duvet.

“I want to hear you cum for your Master,” I said, thrusting harder and deeper into her.

“Yes, Master, oh god, oh god, oh fuuuuuck!” There was true desperation in her voice as she replied, and the last word was drawn out as I felt her pussy tighten around me and her body spasm in violent orgasm.

It took a while to subside, and as I released her hair, her head fell back onto the duvet. She turned it to the side and whispered, “Thank you, Master; thank you.”

I leaned down, resting my body against hers and kissed her cheek, saying, “I have not finished with you yet, girl! She gave an exhausted sigh but smiled as I moved my hips and started to gently move inside her again.

Within a few minutes, she was moaning loudly as I built up speed and depth. I moved my legs to either side of hers and snapped her legs together so her thighs touched, tightening her grip on me.

I lifted myself up and ever so slowly inserted a single finger into her ass. She gasped and tensed, holding her breath, then breathed out slowly and started moaning again as I moved it slowly in and out.

I whispered in her ear, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Michelle?”

“No, no, Master," she replied immediately. I pushed my finger deeper, drawing another gasp from her and added.

“Would you like me to fuck you in the ass, Michelle?”

There was a long pause of deliberation before she finally answered.

“Yes, Master, please, Master.” 

“Good girl,” I said as I leaned across and opened the drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a small bottle. I applied a generous amount of lube to the end of my cock and a little to my finger, which I then eased into her tight ass; she squealed and looked back at me.

“Sorry, Master, it is cold,” she said with a nervous smile.

I laughed and nestled the end of my cock against the tiny brown opening of her arse.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes, Master, I trust you," she said.

I smiled and slowly pushed forward; her tight arsehole resisted, then stretched a little and then suddenly gave, as I slid in an inch or two.

She tensed and gasped in slight shock. I added a tiny bit of weight and slipped in another inch or two.

Again, her body tensed, and her incredibly tight ass gripped my cock, I paused and started to edge back.

“No, Master, please don’t stop”, she said through gritted teeth.

I steadily pushed forward until almost my entire length was buried in her virginal cavity, then started to gently move back and forth. I felt her relax below me, and she actually started to push her arse out to meet my gentle thrusts.

“Oh, Master, oh god, that feels so good. Harder, Master, harder." I increased my speed and depth, my own breathing now becoming inconsistent; her whimpers of pain had now turned into loud moans.

“Oh God, oh yes, I am close, Master, I am close.” Hearing her enjoyment of this new experience gave me more confidence, and I pounded into her virgin ass from behind as deep and hard as I could.

She came with a sharp scream as I emptied myself deep into her arse. I withdrew quickly and carefully before her body tightened again and lay next to her, panting.

It took both of us a while to recover, and she spoke first, her voice barely a whisper. “No one has ever made me cum that many times, Master. I can’t believe you made me come doing that. I have always wanted to try it, but was too scared.”

“I am glad you had the trust to try it with me. I am going to get a drink," I said, kissing her forehead and heading out of the room.

“Master, are you not going to untie me?” she called.

“No. I have not finished with you yet.” I called back, hearing nervous laughter in reply.

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