My pussy feels sore. My nipples feel sore... but I still can't stop touching myself. The last few days have been wonderful. Master and I stayed in a hotel room for 3 days. We hadn't been able to see each other for months, so all the sexual frustration had built up to an explosion of hornyness!



Here's a report of our sexual excesses:

Master picked me up from the station. The moment I saw Him, I just wanted to drop to my knees and kiss His feet. Instead, He grabbed me tight and gave me a long passionate kiss. Then W/we walked to His car, hand in hand, while I told Him how much I'd missed Him. It was a short drive to the hotel. He started questioning me.

"Have you been a good girl?" I answered: "Yes Sir."

"Did you think of me while your boyfriend fucked you?" "Yes Sir."

"Every single time? Be honest Ayana!" I hesitated. "...No Sir..."

"So I guess we should start with your punishment when we arrive... to remind you how to be a good slut for Master." "Please Sir..." I whispered, while remembering how red He turned my ass cheeks during my last punishment. And how good the fuck was afterwards!

We stayed quiet for the rest of the drive. I guess we were both thinking about the pleasures that lay ahead of us.



I had just stepped inside our hotel room, He immediately grabbed my right nipple and pinched it hard, then He pulled me down to force me on my knees. "Get down Ayana! Good pets know their place..." The sudden pain rush made me gasp, but looking up at my Master made me feel good. Yes, this is my place, kneeling down beside my Master.

"Take your clothes off and wait here..." He said while making His way to the closet. He put down his suitcase on the bed and started unpacking. I sat by the door, naked, and saw various toys being taken from the suitcase: whips, floggers, clamps, bondage rope, dildo's, vibrators... I could tell He was in the mood to get rough. Then He turned towards me and called to me: "Come pet... let's begin..." I crawled to Him, my gaze shyly directed at the floor. He pulled my hands behind me and tied them together. Then He pushed me onto the table, spread my legs and tied each one of them to a table-leg. I love the feeling of being unable to move, being unable to control what happens, to completely surrender myself to Him. I knew He would start with spanking, but I did not know which tool He would use. He started gently caressing my butt and the inside of my thighs, creating the illusion that He wouldn't hurt me. But I deserved to get punished. I wanted to get punished too. It had been so long since I had felt the strong touch of Master. So long since I had felt like a real woman, so long since I had felt alive! Finally the first blow landed on my ass cheek. I yelped because of the stinging pain. He flogged me, in a steady rhythm. Left.. right.. left... right... left! "Quiet pet.. let's not alarm the neighbours." I bit my lip in an attempt to stop making sounds, but I couldn't help moaning and groaning. He continued flogging me, but picked up the pace. "If you can't stay quiet I'll have to gag you." He warned me "and we both know how much you hate that." "I'm sorry..." I sobbed, but still wasn't able to stay completely quiet. "Goddamn it Ayana, I warned you!" the raise of His voice startled me. He strapped a ball-gag around my head and changed his spanking tool. I screamed onto the ball as the whip landed on my shoulder. I hadn't expected Him to work my back too, since my arms were tied behind me. The whip hurted much more than the flogger, it almost felt like a sharp knife splitting my flesh. I knew it would leave marks. Marks that had to be gone within 3 days, otherwise I'd have some explaning to do. My boyfriend still doesn't know about this part of me. He whipped my back and ass and I cried. I wasn't even trying to stay quiet anymore. Suddenly He stopped hitting me and I heard the zipper of His pants being opened. His pants fell to the floor, still around his ankles while His cock penetrated me from behind. He started fucking me hard, His balls slapping against my pussylips. Then He grabbed me by the hair and yerked my head back. "Look at me Ayana! Look at your Master while he's fucking you!" I tried to turn my head towards Him, but could hardly see His face. He was rough, plunging His hard cock deep inside of me. Grabbing my body, squeezing me, tracing the bruises with His fingers. Then He erupted, pumping His cum inside of me. As He pulled out, O/our mixed fluids dripped down my legs. He left me tied up for a while longer, then removed the rope from my hands and feet and the gag from my mouth. "Thank you Master..." I whispered, but I wasn't even sure if He had heard me. He lay on the bed, still wearing His shirt, but without His pants. His cock was still half swollen, slowly starting to get limp.

"Come pet.." He beckoned me to the bed. "You will learn how to serve your Master". I crawled onto the bed, waiting for His next command. He pushed my head down onto His cock. I greedily started licking and sucking, tasting O/our fluids; the saltiness of my wetness mixed with the bitterness of His semen. I moaned in pleasure as I felt His cock get hard again. I wrapped my lips around it, taking it in as deep as possible, swallowing to try and force it deeper down my throat. I moved my head up and down, twirling my tongue around His shaft. His hands found my breasts, turning me on even more. His hips started shaking, humping up at my mouth; I knew He was close to His next ejaculation. He pulled my head away by my hair and shot His cum all over my face and breasts. "You wear my cum beautifully.." He said while grinning. I was smiling too. I feel proud wearing His cum, it's proof of O/our lust for each other. Proof that I did a good job. He took me in His arms and W/we lay on the bed, resting 'till He decided it was time for the next play session.



I'll tell more in my next submission ;)