CHAPTER 1.

I am lying on my left side, tightly restrained by arms and legs to the
posts at the head and foot of the large frame surrounding Masters large 4-post
bed. This is my sleeping position, exposed and vulnerable to his whim, gagged
and blindfolded so as to ensure the element of surprise, enhancement of my
senses and limited protest from me.
My nipples are usually encased in tight rubber bands to ensure maximum
engorgement and sensation, sometimes I am plugged in my pussy and arse, and
sometimes my legs are spread apart. Master varies my position as he
wishes.Â
It is the first day of our holiday.

Master wakes in a happy mood, we are packed and ready to go, it’s about an
hour’s drive to the airport, then a 2hr flight to our destination. A week of sun and relaxation with some fun and training
thrown in I’m sure.

As per our regular daily routine, Master releases me and inspects my
breasts and nipples.Â

We shower, I suck his hardness and he cums deep inside me after some fast
plunges into my throat. It is never the same when I suck him, never boring, never tedious and never too long before he
releases.

We only have a quick drink before dressing and leaving for the plane. We will
grab a bite at the airport, then lunch on the plane.

Master checks outside, the sun is shining and clear blue skies signal a perfect
day.

Master has dressed me in white. White lace push up bra, white blouse; - see
thru of course, white skirt; - short and lightweight and white medium heels. No
underpants naturally. He banded my nipples tightly before I put on my bra. The
cab arrives. He places the luggage in the boot (trunk) before opening my door
and seating me in the back of the cab. He leans and whispers to me before
closing my door.

‘Tweak your nipples, I want them standing out.’

I obey immediately. Pinching and twisting my nipples under the bra so that they
stand out even more than they already are. My breasts are still swollen from the binding last night. Master climbs
into the front seat and we are off on holidays.

I continue to play with my nipples intermittently until we arrive at the
airport. Master pays the cab driver, opens my door and I step out. I glance at
the seat, noticing the wet stain that I have left behind and smile to myself.
Master removes the luggage and we make our way to check in. Once the
formalities are over we grab a snack and wait in the lounge for the boarding
call. We are only sitting for 15 minutes when the call comes and we line up to
board the plane.

Master stands close behind me, the excitement is driving me wild, it makes my
nipples stand up even more and I am sure everyone is watching. We move into the cabin, and find our seats against the
window and center, Master guides me into the window seat and he settles in
beside me once he has placed his bag in the locker over-head. He is smiling at
me; we buckle up and settle back for the flight.

The plane is barely in the air when Master leans over and rubs his hand between
my legs. I am very wet, and his fingers easily slide along my pussy lips. He
pulls my right leg over towards him and I open them up wide for him, his
fingers push further inside me, I lean my head on his shoulder as he explores my wetness. He
pushes hard, at least three fingers are deep inside me as I hold my breath and
clench my hands. He pulls out, licking his fingers of my juices and settling me
back in my seat. I try to calm my breathing, looking out the window I feel his arm
across my chest, his hand sliding inside my blouse as he searches for my
nipple. His fingers find my left breast and release the nipple over the top of
my bra. He tugs it and pinches it as I bite down on my lip.

The steward moves along the aisle asking if we need drinks, Master waves him on
as his hand continues to explore. My arms are by my side, legs still open but
with Master leaning over me, all that is visible from the aisle is my head.

He finds and releases my other nipple. He pulls and twists it as well and I
bite again on my lip.

Master sits back, removes his jacket and lays it across my lap. He reaches into
a pocket removes and pushes the silk cloth in my mouth. I close my lips together hard, knowing that this can only
mean one thing.

Master reaches into the jacket again, producing a medium size black butt plug.
It is rubber and not detected by security.

He places his arm behind my lower back, hand towards my cheek and lifting my
arse slightly off the seat he pushes the plug under me. I try to assist without
making any noise and after some forcefulness, my arse is jammed full and I am
panting quietly into the gag.

Again he reaches into the jacket. This time he hands me a dildo. It too is
rubber, feels reasonably solid and it is huge. Not only is it long, but very
wide as well and I am aghast as Master places it in my hand and pushes my hand
under the jacket.

He pulls my head over gently and whispers in my ear.
‘You are to fuck yourself now Sub. There is to be no noise.. but do not
cease until I tell you. If you feel the urge to orgasm, stop for 5 seconds and start again.’

I stare at him eyes wide open.

‘If I do not feel you are going hard enough, then I will assist you.’
He pinched and twisted my nipple hard, as I squealed under the gag.

I slowly reached under the jacket and under my skirt. My pussy was well
lubricated as I shuffled it towards the edge of the seat and began to insert
the dildo. It was very wide and I had to push in and out a few times before it
finally moved inside me. I gasped as the huge, hard object pushed inside me,
touching against the butt plug as I gently guided it inside.

I pulled it outwards; the sensations flooding over me were electric. Master was
watching as my eyes rolled back and I breathed deeply through my nose. Again I
inserted the monster cock and pulled it out, slightly quicker. Master pinched
and twisted.. I rose on my seat with a start, my ‘ouch’ muffled by the gag.
‘I said fuck yourself, now do it.’ He growled at me.

I rammed the cock deep inside me and pulled it out. My hips rose up off the
seat as I rammed it in again and again. After creating a rhythm I could feel that the orgasm was building, so I stopped for a
break, counted 5 and started again. Faster and faster I pushed it in and out, hearing my juices squelching as they leaked
out. Three or four times I started and stopped, my heart beating almost out of
my chest, terrified that I would be caught. Master was leaning across the whole
time, one arm around my shoulders, the other inside my blouse.

I stopped again when the orgasm was almost on me, Master pulled my head close
again.
‘Push it right in Sub.’ I obeyed, and he kept whispering into my ear…

‘Do it…pull it out and push it again… Ohhh….. yeahhh, it is building up inside
you my Sub… you can feel it… keep fucking yourself, in and out…. that’s right, faster Sub… faster…’

I obeyed him, pumping faster and faster as my muscles tightened and I was on
the edge. I stopped again. He grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.

‘Come on Sub… you can do it, keep fucking my sweet Sub… keep going…. Faster,
come on… faster I said..’ he was almost growling at me, his voice deep and
soft.

He was twisting so hard while he was talking to me I was losing total control
of where I was. My body was jerking, I was thrusting the huge wide cock deep
inside and out then deep down again as he encouraged me.

I moaned loudly as the orgasm came, he pulled my head down onto his chest,
continuing to twist and pull on each nipple, stifling my moans and hiding my convulsions as the waves hit me.. My juices
poured out, the seat was soaking wet under me as my body went limp against his chest and I heaved for breath. He held me
for a few seconds before gently tucking my nipples under my bra, leaving just enough of the darker skin showing while
the bound points of my nipples tried to push their way through the material.

‘Leave it inside you.’ He stopped my arm as I went to remove the dildo.

I obeyed, pushing it inside me and sitting up on the seat.

The plug and the dildo were pressed together inside me, my pussy was swollen
and numb from the fucking that it just received, but the moisture remained.



Master ordered us drinks as the mainland came into view. I gathered
myself
together, leaning back in my seat and trying to relax. It was very hard to sit and look calm while my holes were full
as Master wished. He took the gag and slipped

in back into his pocket.

‘We are almost here sub, reach into my jacket, there is a thong for you to
wear, put it on and leave your friends in their place until we are at the motel.’

I obeyed him, sliding the thong over my legs and under my arse, making sure
that the plug and dildo were secured by the thin piece of material between my legs. We finished our drinks; and
prepared for the landing.

The coast was spectacular from the air and just as stunning when we were on the
ground. The air was clear, sun shone and the temperature was warm as we left
the terminal. I was finding it awkward to walk, but Master led me along by the arm, leaving me no time to think about my posture, or the people staring
at my nipples.

The cab dropped us at our resort and from the outside it was stunning. Huge
palm trees lined the driveway. The foyer was all marble, ceiling fans whirred overhead and the smartly dressed attendants
carried our bags to our 2nd floor room.

Master scooped me in his arms and stepped inside the room. Moving to the bed,
kissing me softly he lowered me onto my back, and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for him as his body pressed down
on me, his hands exploring my body as we writhed together in a tangle of
passion.

Master undid my blouse and pulled my bra upwards. My breasts popped out and his
mouth engulfed them as his hand moved down to my thong, swiftly removing it and
throwing it aside.

He nibbled one bound nipple then the other, removing the butt plug and
unzipping his pants without losing momentum.

I lay there, arms spread out and eyes closed enjoying the sensual love making
from my Master.

He knelt up between my legs, I opened my eyes to see his cock hard and
glistening poking from his trousers which were creased at his knees. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted them upwards,
pressing on the dildo inside my pussy as he did. He rested my ankles on his shoulders as his fingers traced my
engorged pussy lips and down to my gaping arse.

He entered me gently and slowly, holding my legs tight and leaning forwards, as
he pushed his cock inside my bowels, looking me straight in the eyes as he fucked me. I was numb, he fucked my arse erotically,
seemingly gentle, but yet hard and fast, grunting and groaning as his pleasure built.
‘Sub.. remove the bands’… he puffed between thrusts. I obeyed, lurching my hips as the painful rush of blood seared through my
nipples.

‘Tweak…uhh…uhh…tweak…’ He panted at me between thrusts.

I reached my nipples and twisted them both many times, moaning and thrusting
with him before he came hard inside me. Arching my back with the wonderful
sensation of his warm gift, and my tender swollen nipples.

‘Agghhhhhh… Ohhhh… my….. godddd…’ He screamed out, thrusting the last of his
juice into me and collapsing into my arms.

Dinner was served at 7 in the dining room, so we had to shower and prepare for
our first meal at the resort.

I was elated, Master was happy and we were clearly in love.

After dinner, we return to our room. The drapes are
drawn; candles burn on the dresser and soft music is playing through the sound
system.

Master orders me to undress as he pours us a drink. I obey immediately. He hands me my glass of wine and gestures for me to sit with him on the couch.
I sit close to him; we sip our wine
quietly, soaking the atmosphere of the
room. The scent from the candles is soft and so romantic. I find my mind drifting off to this afternoon and the frantic love making that
we had before dinner. It seemed like it was hours ago, my senses are piqued
again, and the wine relaxing me, the presence of Master is also stimulating me.


I finish my wine, Master is still sipping his and as I place me glass on the
table he reaches his hand behind my head, pulls it to him and kisses my cheek
gently.

‘Kneel before me Sub. Present your nipples.’

I drop to the floor in front of him; my arms are behind my back as I push my
nipples forward to him.

He takes both nipples and pinches them together. Pinching and pulling them hard
as I strain to remain in my position kneeling in front of him.

He begins to band them one at a time. The bands are tight and there are many of
them. My nipples strain under the tight rubber constrictions, but when he is
finished he gives them one last twist each. He sits back and admires his
handiwork.

‘I have decided to change your sleeping position. You will have noticed that
this bed does not have posts, so I have had to make some adjustments.’

‘Yes Master.’
I remain kneeling while he stands and moves towards
the bed. He takes out the cuffs and ropes and moves around the bed attaching
rope to each corner and placing the cuffs on top of the bed.

‘Here sub.’

I stand and walk over to him. He pulls back the covers and orders me to lie on
the bed. This time, I am to lie facing him, my back facing outwards. I obey
him, laying on my right side facing the center of the bed.

Master places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He clips my wrists together
and places them under the pillow at my head. Pulling the bed away from the
wall, he ties the rope tightly to the center leg at the head of the bed. This
pulls me slightly towards his side, so he loosens the rope and pulls it through
the center leg, back through my cuffs and down to the outer leg of the bed. He
pulls my shoulder through so that I am lying more towards my stomach. He ties
off the rope.

My right nipple is squashed and hurting as I wriggle to find a comfortable
spot.

Master moves to the foot of the bed, he stuffs a pillow under my thighs,
raising my arse upwards slightly as he pulls my right leg to the far corner of
the bed, causing me further onto my stomach and I squeal out with the pain. My
left leg is tied off to the center leg of the end of the bed. I am virtually
flat on my stomach. My head is squashed into the pillow, turned to face Masters
side of the bed. He removes the pillow, gags and masks me as I still squirm to
find comfort.

The first whack hit me with a loud crack. I stopped dead, holding my breath as
more and more rained down on me. I had no idea what he was using to whip me,
but the stings were intense and the whacks were numerous. I bit into my gag and
muffled my screams as they continued to rain down on me, my bum cheeks, thighs,
between my legs, my feet, my claves were all thrashed over and over for a long
time. He stopped and rubbed my red skin, his fingers exploring my sopping
wetness and fingering my hot arse. I could feel his breath, blowing on me,
soothing and cooling the welts. He began to lick me, my arse and leaning down
his head pressed between my legs as my hips rose slightly to meet him. He
licked at my juices, I strained for him to go further but he did not. I was
still sobbing softly, recovering from the thrashing he had dealt me.

He stood and belted me some more, these were slower strokes, and the weapon
felt larger, perhaps a paddle, but the pain was still intense. My arse was
going numb, the welts were taking more and more pain as he lashed at me, I just
lay there, bound tightly to the bed, my nipples tortured under my weight as
Master had his way and his pleasure with my body. I wanted him to stop the
pain, I wanted him inside me and as if reading my mind, he stopped. He moved
away and I felt nothing, heard nothing except my heavy breath as I groaned into
the gag, desperate for him to continue. The bed is wet under my head where I
have dribbled from the gag. My pussy feels swollen and engorged, my clit is
hard and hurting from the need to explode, how I want him to do something, but
still nothing. I wriggle a bit, moan out for him, pull against my cuffs and
force my nipples even harder into the bed. Nothing.

His hand strokes my cheeks gently and I become still. He rubs the oil over my
cheeks in a circular motion, teasingly close to my crack, gently brushing a
finger down as he continues his massage. Deeper and deeper he rubs, a finger
moves closer and closer to my wetness before finally sliding under and entering
my pussy.

I groan loudly as he presses my clit and rubs it hard. My hips want to move,
but I remain still, he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, rubbing hard and
without my knowledge he lubricates the medium butt plug. His rubbing increases
in pace and the orgasm builds inside me. My breath is faster and deeper, my
hips quiver in anticipation and with one thrust he plunges the plug inside me.
I lurch forward on the bed screaming loudly, rubbing my nipples hard against
the sheet as Master takes his fingers away from my pussy moves the plug in and out
of my arse and moves away. I squirm violently, my arse is up on the pillow, and
I want to cum badly. I am screaming to him, but he ignores my pleas and makes
his way to his side of the bed.

I feel him get onto the bed, I am panting hard, wanting an orgasm, my head
reeling from the plug firmly rammed inside me without notice, my nipples numb
with pain and my arse still feeling as if it is on fire.

Master leans over to me.

‘Stop moving, suck it in, I want to rest. Goodnight Sub.’

I moan again, desperately trying to slow my breathing, panting hard but quietly
as master made himself comfortable.

Eventually I doze off, but Master moves during the night and I wake with a
start. My breasts are agonizing, I am sure this must be doing me some damage
with my nipples tightly bound and squashed under me.

I was deeply asleep when he woke, the first I felt was his firm hand on my
shoulder, pushing it upwards while his other hand rubbed my breasts. They hurt
and I squealed with the pain. He rubbed hard, not speaking, just breathing
heavily as I let out my tine squeals under the gag. I wondered if it was
morning, my arms were stretched out as he pushed my left shoulder further
upwards and moved close.

His mouth was sucking my nipples; he licked them, kissed them and then bit on
each of them as I struggled to remain quiet.

He pushed my shoulder down again and lay close beside me. His hand rubbed up
and down my back, pressing my nipples against the bed hard, but I did not make
a sound. He reached the plug in my arse and teasingly ran his finger around it.
I held my breath and waited. His finger moved down further, my pussy was still
swollen and ready from earlier and the pace of breath from me began to quicken.

Gently and slowly he fingered my pussy, I strained to move my
hips but he was leaning on my back hard so I couldn’t move. He didn’t touch my
clit, I was shaking with anticipation and desire, but he continued slow and
gently strokes. My mind was going crazy as I mentally urged him to touch me.
Again he rubbed around the plug, his fingers brushing over the top of it,
gently pushing it deeper inside me. I groaned loudly for Master to fuck me but
he just gently rubbed and stroked me until he rolled over, pressing his back
against my body, and slept again.

I slept again until Master stirred in the morning. Again rolling over close to
me he pushed my shoulder.

‘Hold it up there. Stay still.’

I strained to hold my left shoulder up as Master worked on my nipples again. He
rubbed them hard causing me to squirm as the bands pulled against my skin.
Twisting and pinching before again sucking and biting them he pressed his face
into my chest, my arms straining against the ropes and cuffs that held me
tight.

Again he moved to my arse, this time, he took hold of the plug and thrust it in
and out of me hard and fast. Without warning he was fucking me hard with the
butt plug, moving to a kneeling position between my legs. He pulled the plug
out and entered me hard. I moaned loudly, as my head is rammed against the wall
and my nipples again squashed.

Hard and fast he fucked my arse, pumping in and out of me many times before
slowing and withdrawing.

He undid my cuffs and ropes and roughly rolled me over.

‘Sit up.’

I quickly sat on the edge of the bed.

‘Take your mask off.’

I obey him, his voice is not happy and I am worried.

‘I am sick of you squirming and wriggling around when I am using your holes.
They are MY holes remember.’
I nod.

‘Well, why do you move your arse around so much then, do I have to tie you
tighter? Do I have to punish you even more Sub?’

I shake my head no, tears have welled in my eyes and I am shaking as he speaks.


‘Stand. Turn and place hands on the bed. Do.. not.. move…’

He moves around the bed and returns with his thick leather belt. He hangs it in
front of my face before rubbing it against my arse. He doubles it and cracks
the leather together before unleashing his anger on my rump.

I push my feet hard onto the floor, clenching my toes and fingers so as to
stand still. 20 straps later, my head spins and my arse is numb. Master throws
the strap on the bed.

‘Come, shower me. At least I know you can do that properly. I will decide what
we are doing today whilst in the shower, and next time I want to use you, you
will be advised to behave. Hear?’

I nod my head; tears are running down my cheeks freely now.

I hate making Master angry, I will have to work harder for him. I remove the
gag, we shower and I suck him. My arse stings under the water but Master does
not notice. He is rough with me, pushing my head hard against his thrusts, I do
not make a sound as I wash him and please him.

We dress for breakfast, Master again chooses a tight outfit for me to wear,
pink top and denim shorts. My nipples are still swollen and protruding, Master
tweaks them before we leave the room so that I will gain maximum attention in
the dining room this morning.

Master chooses my light breakfast and we eat in silence.