Jack pulled Jill by her delicate pubic hair to his bedroom. He then picked her up, and deposited her on his bed. He stood beside the bed and removed his clothing as he watched her squirming, as if to try to bring herself to a climax. With her dark brown hair scattered across the pillow, and her beautiful body on display with her hands and arms bound behind her, she was the dream of every dominant male in the world. The passion etched on her face caused his cock to ache and throb.

Jack watched her for a few seconds, then warned, "Slave, there is one thing you need to learn immediately. You are never to have a cum without my permission. To do so would result in severe punishment. Do you understand?"

With a dreamy look in her eyes, she nodded and said, "Yes Sir, I understand." Her voice was thick with passion. Jack thought to himself, ‘She will forget what I said. I am looking forward to giving her a good pussy whipping.’

Jack, now naked, climbed into bed with his new "slave". He rolled her to him so that they were lying on their side, facing each other. Her head was on his shoulder, with his arm under and around her. He was fondling the bindings on her wrists. She was pushing her cunt against his cock. He responded by putting his rigid cock between her legs, and sliding into her steaming pussy. She gasped at the penetration, and surged against him.

"Don’t forget, Slave. You come without me telling you, and you are in trouble!"

"Yes, Sir, I will try", she said breathlessly. Her eyes were closed and she was in a trance from the heat of the moment. Jack took full advantage of the situation, and started to plunge is cock in and out of her cunt. Within a matter of seconds, she was bucking and cumming wildly. Beautiful deep sounds came from her arched throat as she abandoned herself to her climax.

After what seemed to be an eternity, she came back down to earth. She was still humping his cock, well on her way to having another cum. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from her riotous cunt, causing her to issue a whimper of disappointment.

"Sweet Cunt, I told you not to cum without my permission! Now you have cum, and left me without satisfaction. You are to be punished, now!"

As she was whispering her apologies, Jack rose from the bed, leaving her there, still bound, wearing only her garter belt, hose and heels, wondering what was going to happen next. Jack walked to the closet across from the bed. His massive cock bounced as he walked. He was a magnificent animal. As she watched him, she was confused, and hoped he would not reject her.

Jack returned from the closet with several more strands of rope. Quickly, he rolled her onto her back, and grabbed her left leg. He wrapped the rope around her ankle several times and tied it off. The other end of the rope was tied to the foot bedpost, pulling her leg sharply to the left. He then did the same with her right leg. Now she was on her back, with her arms pinned behind her with ropes at her wrists and elbows. Her legs were widely spread, and firmly tied to the bedposts. She was in no position to escape whatever Jack wanted to do to her.

From a nightstand beside the bed, Jack produced a multi-strand whip. Jack sat down on the bed next to Jill. He was gently stroking his cock with one hand, while gently stroking her cunt with the whip.

"Slave, I told you not to cum, or I would punish you, didn’t I?"

"Yes, Sir, but I could not help it. You made me want you, and your cock was too much for me to resist", she replied weakly.

"That’s no excuse. A slave is never allowed an excuse. The very nature of slavery dictates that the slave is always at fault. Now you must pay for your transgression."

During his talking with Jill, he was fondling her pussy, causing her to squirm and push her pussy up to him. Smiling to himself, he stood up, and raised his whip into the air, and brought it down on to her cunt. She gasped as the whip made a "splatting" sound as it hit her cunt. The pain was not terrible, and only generated more heat in her pussy. Jack brought the whip down again, only harder. Each stroke harder that the last. Soon, Jill was whining and whimpering. Her was arching her pussy up and down, in cadence with the whip. As the whipping became harder, she began sobbing, and at times tried to avoid the whip. She was unsuccessful, and Jack continued to apply the whip.

Jack slowed the whipping, and again she was arching her body to meet the whip. Finally, with a "Master’s Stroke", he brought the whip crashing into her pussy. The force of the whip hitting her directly on her cunt, and more to the point, her clitoris, was too much. It pushed her over the edge, and she was experiencing a crashing climax! She kept humping her thighs and pussy, and the whip kept up the pressure. Jack, at long last, ceased whipping her, and let her come back down from the "ozone".

As Jill regained her senses, she looked at Jack, speaking to him, "Omigod, Jack. I have never been hurt like that, and I have never had a climax like that! I came so hard, I thought I was going to die. I am sorry I disobeyed you. You were right to punish me. Please, let me give you a cum."

"Slave Lady, you are going to get your chance to do just that." With that, Jack climbed onto the bed, and after straddling her body, rested his cock on her sweet red lips. She opened her mouth and took his cock in. Jack eased up on her and started to fuck her mouth. It was all she could do to get the head of his cock into her mouth. It throbbed as his drove in and out of her lips. In a minute or two, with a deep rumbling groan from down deep in his soul, Jack came in Jill’s mouth. Desperately, she struggled to swallow all of his issue, but failed. His cum was running from the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks. Jack collapsed beside her, his cock still buried in her sweet mouth.

He kept his cock in her mouth until it started to recede. He stroked the top of her head, and said, "Make sure my cock is clean when it comes out of your mouth." Jill continued to suck his cock, and to wash it with her tongue. Finally he pulled his cock from her mouth, and rose from the bed.

He released her legs from the bedposts, but left her wrists and arms tied. He left the room, returning shortly with two glasses of wine, and a damp wash cloth. Smiling, he gently washed the excess cum from her face, and held the glass of wine for her to drink. Jack sipped from his glass, and then set it on the nightstand. Again he crawled into be next to Jill.

Again, she had her head on his shoulder, with his arm under and around her. He used his right hand to fondle her breasts, while he used his left arm to release her arms. From under his pillow, he produced and collar, which he locked around her neck. A chain ran from the collar to an anchoring point on the head of the bed. Jill moved her freed hands up to her smooth neck to feel the collar which was now locked around her neck.

Jack kissed Jill, and said, "Lady, that collar is chained to my bed, and it is now locked on you. The chain is long enough for you to go to the bathroom, but it will not allow you to get out of this room and away from this bed".

Jill shivered slightly, and replied, "Jack, I am scared to death, but I have never been more excited and sexually fulfilled in my life. I am so confused. I don’t know what to say or do. Please help me!"

"Right now, Slave Lady, you are my slave. In the morning I will release you, and you can decide whether you want to continue on as my slave."

As Jack was talking, Jill had moved her hand to his cock and was stroking it back to an erection. Soon it was hard and throbbing in her hand. Jack looked at her and said, "Well, you have started something, do something about it."

Jill moved her head down to his cock, and after kissing and licking the head, she sucked him to a magnificent cum. Even in her confusion of emotions, Jill knew this sexual slavery was what she wanted.

 

Early the next morning, Jill was awakened by the smell of frying eggs and bacon, along with the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee. She got out of bed, and when to the bathroom to freshen up. When she had made herself presentable, she came back into the bedroom. She was confused gain. She could not find her discarded hose and garter belt. Only her leather heels were sitting on the bed. She could only assume that Jack was telling her to remain naked, dressed only in her heels. Just as she finished putting her shoes on, Jack came into the room. He too was naked, with the exception of a chef’s apron draped around his waist. She could see the outline of his semi-erect cock through the apron.

Jack leaned down and kissed her, "Good morning Slave Lady, ready for breakfast?"

"Yes, Sir, I am famished", she replied with a smile.

Jack released her from the collar and chain, and escorted her to the kitchen. There was much to talk about. They had just experienced a very exciting night, with the promise of more to come.

Jack wanted to know how long she had been aware of her feelings about S & M. She explained that it went back to her childhood. When she was about thirteen years old, she became aware that her parents were involved in Bondage and Discipline activities. She would hear strange noises coming from their bedroom. This was late at night when she was supposed to be asleep. She would peek through the keyhole, and watched her father whip and torment her mother, forcing her to suck his cock, or some other forms of forced sexual activity. At first she thought her father was being cruel to her mother, but she soon realized that her mother was enjoying it tremendously. It soon became her habit to watch her parents, as she would finger her pussy to a climax. In the mornings, she very often could see rope marks on her mother’s wrists. She also noticed that her parents were very "touchy-feely" in the mornings after a night of S&M sex. It was as if they could not get enough of each other.

This all stopped suddenly when Jill was in high school. When she was seventeen, her father was killed in a boating accident. Both her and her mother was devastated. Even after they stopped dealing with his death, her mother never made herself available for another relationship. She missed her husband too much. It was as if no other man could excite her like her husband. Jill wanted to have the same kind of relationship as her mother had with her father. Jack was a wonderful master and Jill was convinced that she would do what ever Jack wanted of her.

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