By: Michael Lee

Copyright © 2000 by Michael Lee. All rights reserved.

"Love is the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins." - Nicholas Chamfort

"Anything, Lisa? What do you mean when you say that?"

The room was dark and quiet, the stillness broken only by the sound of our deep breathing. We were still in a position of love, lying exhausted on top of the bed in my apartment. I held Lisa tightly to my chest as my softening cock slipped from her tight and thoroughly wet pussy. Her legs still clung to the sides of my hips, and as she nuzzled into my neck, she whispered, "Anything, baby. I'll do . . . anything for you. Don't you know that by now?"

I took her lovely face in my hands, turning it so I could look into her bright blue eyes. We had made love on the bed in a rage of passion, not even bothering to draw the curtains. The lights from the city shone into the room, illuminating her face. I could see the seriousness of her words in her expression, and the intensity in her eyes sent a chill down my spine.

"Don't you see, David? From the very moment I met you, I knew I would be here with you. Just like this. And I knew then, just as I know now, that if you ever ask me to do anything . . . anything at all . . . I will do it. I love you that much, baby."

As I stared at her, I recalled the first moment I saw her, stepping out of her car in the parking lot of the health club a few weeks ago. Even then, I knew we would make love. She affirmed my intuition that very afternoon, as we fucked in a darkened corner of a linen closet at the club, after silently staring at each other throughout an intense aerobic workout. The first time we spoke was after completion of our first act of love.

I don't know exactly what set our bodies and hearts aflame so quickly. Without a doubt, we were physically attracted to one another. But after the quick, dirty anonymous fuck, we decided to meet for an early dinner at a local restaurant. To out mutual delight, we immensely enjoyed each other. Our connection soon grew from an intense physical attraction to an emotional one as well. The most striking thing about our relationship was the similarities in our sexual desires, which we expressed without fear of judgment or rejection. Together, we had opened a door of sexual experimentation and desire, the limits of which we had yet to find. We were eager to seek those limits, however, and continually sought new and exciting experiences together.

As she whispered to me, I knew she wanted more. I could sense it in her voice, and in the look of unbridled passion still etched in her pretty features. Her eyes spoke of a dark longing, one she had held tightly inside for years, but had been too fearful to express.

"Tell me, Lisa. Tell me what it is."

She looked away, her eyes lowered in doubt. "It's just that . . . well, like tonight. You know there is nothing I won't do for you . . . um . . . sexually, right?"

"Yeah, Lisa. I know that already. We've already done more than I could have possibly imagined. But there is more, isn't there?"

"Yes," she said in a quiet whisper.

"Lisa, you know you can trust me. Come on, tell me baby."

She hesitated slightly, then once again raised her face to mine. Her eyes shown in the dim light as she finally proclaimed her darkest secret.

"David, I have . . . desires. Secret desires that I have never spoken of . . . until now."

"Go on."

She bit her lower lip before continuing. "Look, I love sex, you know that more than anyone I have ever been with. I . . . do things with you, things I have never done with anyone else. I can't explain it, but I feel . . . safe with you. I trust you, completely, and without hesitation. Tonight was wonderful, David. I loved every minute of it. I have never felt such trust before, and I thank you for that. But . . ."

She trailed off, again unsure of herself.

"What? Come on Lisa, tell me."

She sighed, and in a barely audible whisper said, "I . . . I want to be controlled, David. That is what I want. That is what . . . I have always wanted."

Suddenly, I knew what she wanted. I could scarcely believe my luck, for I harbored dark, secret fantasies I dared not speak of. For years, I had longed to have a woman serve me. I had read domination stories, and had always been fascinated with the idea of "owning" a woman, a woman who lived only to serve my pleasure. For years I had shrugged off the fantasy, thinking that such women really could not exist. After all, this was the eve of the new millennium, and women today were as strong and independent as never before. But in truth, that was exactly what I dreamed of finding. I wanted to see what kind of dark fantasy could drive a successful, career-minded independent woman to seek enslavement at the hands of a dominant male master. And now, it seemed I had stumbled into a relationship with just such a woman. I could barely contain my excitement as I began to question her, seeking to find out exactly what she wanted, and how I could help us both live out the fantasy we had envisioned.

I pushed her up slightly, sitting up to hold her in my lap. Our eyes locked in a desperate gaze, each trying to determine if a forbidden line had been crossed.

"Look at me, Lisa."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever been . . . controlled in love . . . in any way?"

"No, I haven't. But I have wanted it for such a long time now. Ever since . . ." Again, her voice trailed off.

"Since what, Lisa?"

"Well, I have had this fantasy since I was 16. At that time, I was still a virgin, and dating a boy older than me. He was a senior, and I was completely in love with him. He thought I was this hot, pretty cheerleader, you know? All he really wanted was to, fuck me, I guess. Each time we went out, his hands were all over me. I had to fight him off every night, and yet, when I got home I was terribly aroused. I knew I wanted him to touch me, but I was scared too. I knew I didn't want a reputation as a slut, and I feared that everyone would know I had gone all the way just by the expression on my face, or the way I carried myself.

"Then one night, after a ball game, we went parking. I was supposed to go straight home after the game, but he convinced me to go parking. It wasn't long until he tried to slip his hand under my skirt. As usual, I grabbed his wrist, and pulled his hand away, but he was especially insistent that night. The more we kissed, the more demanding he became. By now, I was struggling to keep my head, since my body was beginning to betray me. My efforts to resist became weaker and weaker. Soon his hand reached my inner thigh, and I let it stay.

"I still remember how excited I was, and how frightened as well. I was in a state close to panic. I could barely catch my breath, but my body ached for his touch. I wanted it so much. I needed to feel his hand on my pussy, and yet I was terrified of what he would find when he touched it. I knew I was wet, and the thought of him discovering this mortified me. All along, I kept telling myself that I wasn't really allowing him to do this. I imagined that he was forcing his way on me, and that I was powerless to resist. This new thought excited me even more.

"By now, he discovered that I was no longer resisting his advances, and in no time at all, he had his hand on my panties. I could feel his rough fingers probing into my soft mound, pushing the thin material into my wet slit. His fingers traced the outline of my pussy as he continued his exploration.

"I remember whispering 'no, please stop' over and over, but I wanted him to continue. He did exactly that, and although my words said stop, my hands held his head tightly to my neck, and my legs opened to allow him easier access to my pussy. By now, I thought my heart would explode. I could barely breathe, and my pulse drummed in my ears as I felt him pull my wet panties from my hips.

"I was now completely exposed to his searching fingers. He parted my thighs wider still, and pushed me down into the seat. I felt two fingers part my flesh and gently enter my pussy. Finally, my senses returned, and I grabbed his hand to prevent further exploration. I told him I had to stop, and that I had never done anything like this before. He begged me to allow him to continue. However, his pleas seemed less like begging than insisting demands. He accused me of being a tease, and said I knew exactly what I was doing. All the while, his hand kept moving in my pussy as he ignored my pleas as well as my efforts to remove it.

"Finally, I relented. In my mind, I believed he was going to take me, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. And so I stopped trying. He moaned his approval as I released his hand from my grasp. Immediately he sat up, unbuckled his pants, and pulled them over his narrow hips. I looked down and saw my first cock. It was glistening with wetness, and it seemed to jump and twitch as he studied me. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me down on the bench seat, once again opening my legs as he positioned himself between them.

"As he took his place between my open thighs, I again felt the familiar ache between my legs. My pussy seemed to be on fire, and I silently prayed that his cock would give me the pleasure I so desperately wanted. I can remember the look on his face, the way his passion had twisted his handsome face into a grotesque mask. I watched him carefully as he began to rub his cock against my slit, and smiled as I realized who had driven him mad with lust. Me. It was me. Not the popular prom queen, nor the town slut, but me. And with that knowledge came power. I now realized that submitting could be more powerful than I ever imagined. After all, here he was, supposedly in control, on top of me, about to drive his cock into my willing pussy, and yet, I was the one pushing his buttons.

"He fumbled around for a few seconds, unable to locate my entrance, so I reached down and placed the thick head against me. I begged him to go slow. After all, I was a virgin and I was terribly afraid it would hurt. But I also anticipated the pleasure I hoped his cock would bring. But if he heard me, he took no notice. He shoved himself in with a quick, hard thrust. All at once, I cried out as he opened me for the first time. I was buried underneath him as he began to thrust into me with wild abandon. He seemed oblivious to me now, and he kept his eyes tightly closed as he continued to hammer away. The pain finally began to recede, but just as I began to feel some pleasure, his thrusts became more insistent, and with a few hard grunts, he came deep inside me.

"I was horrified. As soon as he finished, I realized what I had done, and I pushed him off of me. As he climbed off my pussy, I looked down to see the mess we had made. Cum was all everywhere and blood had pooled under my ass. As he buckled up his jeans, he looked at me with an icy gaze that froze my heart in mid-beat. Any romantic notions of love I may have had were dashed as he grinned at my condition. His first words since we had started were, 'Hey, don't let that stain my seat.'

"But it wasn't the way I was treated that horrified me the most. It was my body's response to his advances. He treated me like a piece of meat, something to be used only for his pleasure, and yet I melted under his touch. After that night, we continued to date. Every night, we would go to 'our spot', make out, and then make love. He never asked me what I wanted, and he never tried to offer me pleasure. He merely moved between my legs until he got off. But soon, it became enough for me. Within a few weeks of our first encounter, I had my first orgasm.

"But it wasn't his skillful cock that brought me such pleasure. It was the way I thought of myself. All I had to do was imagine how I looked as I lay beneath him, legs wrapped around his hips, his cock buried in my tight young pussy, and I would come. I continued to love the power I had when I offered him my pussy, and I continued to allow him to use me completely. And I loved every minute of it.

"Of course, young love doesn't last. We split shortly after he left for college the following year. I have been with many men since, but for some reason, I have never experienced the type of pleasure I did then. I have come close, but I still haven't found it yet. Even . . . even our times together. Don't get me wrong, I have loved them immensely, but I still haven't reached that level of ecstasy as I did then."

I was speechless. I had sensed that something had been holding her back, but this revelation took me completely by surprise. But I also recognized her willingness to submit, and her desire to be controlled. It seemed as if we had both taken different paths to arrive here, at this one moment, where our lifelong fantasies were on the verge of discovery. The tension in the room was almost unbearable. She looked at me, hoping to see the man she longed for. A man who could take her once again. A man who could offer pleasure simply by understanding her needs. A man willing to teach her the lessons she had dreamed of so discretely these many years. I knew that I was that man.

"What do you really need Lisa?" I asked.

"I . . . I need to be . . . controlled in bed."

"But Lisa, do you understand what you are asking?" I looked directly at her, hoping I wasn't misunderstanding her request and her needs. "Do you really know what it means to be controlled?"

Her voice was almost inaudible as she whispered, "Yes."

"I want you to understand something. If we do this, we have to do it completely. No holding back, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I lowered my voice slightly, and spoke with the command I usually saved for the office. "Tell me what you want Lisa."

Lisa was yielding to me, both with her words, and in her body language. She seemed to shrink, and she dropped her gaze to her hands. I could hear her breathing quicken as she said, "I want you to control me."

"Who do want to control you Lisa? And when you answer I want you to address me properly. Say it Lisa."

"Yes, Master. I . . . need you to control me."

"No Lisa," I snapped. "Say it one more time, but this time say it with respect, and always address me as sir."

She shuddered as my forceful words landed on her naked body. "Yes sir, my Master. I want to be controlled by you Master, only you."

"That's good Lisa. But you understand that being controlled is only the tip of the iceberg don't you? Not only will I control you, but you must submit completely to my will, the will of your new Master. Do you understand this?"

"Yes sir, my Master. I want to submit to you, completely, in every way possible. I only want to please you, my Master."

"Good, Lisa. You are a quick learner." I reached to her, and tilted her chin to look directly at me as I continued to speak. "Look at me, Lisa. For you to properly submit to my desires and passions, you must become nothing more that a slave to my lust. Do you understand this, too? As my humble slave, you will have no choice in anything I desire of you. You will have to submit to my training, and you must do so willingly. Do you understand, my slave?"

"Yes sir, Master."

"Now Lisa, a slave cannot have a proper name. You realize a name bestows too much dignity on you, and reminds you of the person you once were, before you were taken as my slave. But a slave serves out of fear, not love. Although you will learn fear during your training, you must serve your Master out of love, respect and devotion. In return, I will love and cherish you completely. Have no doubt that I love you, not as a slave, but more as a pet. I will never address you as slave, although in essence that is exactly what you are. No, I will call you by a name that will always remind you that I do love you. No matter what may happen in your training, no matter how hard and unforgiving I may seem, your name will always symbolize my love for you, my Pet. From now on, Lisa no longer exists. The girl that once was Lisa will be trained to serve me. Lisa is now gone, and in her place stands Princess. My new pet, Princess."

As I spoke her new name, a visible chill shook her, and she wrapped her arms across her shoulders as if she were fighting off the cold. I reached over and placed my hand on the back of her neck. I pulled her to me.

"Kiss me, Princess."

Her lips met mine, and a new passion seemed to explode within her. She thrust her daring tongue into my mouth, teasing and exploring mine as she offered herself to me. Our kisses heated to a level of passion we had never experienced before. We both seemed to hunger for the initiation, and we each longed to begin the training that had been promised. Fortunately, for us both, I decided to begin her training that very night.

I took her head in my hands, and forcefully pushed her away. "That's enough, Princess. I think it is time to begin your training. You have a bad habit of surrendering completely to your desire. You have no self-control, no discipline. In order to be a proper slave, you must learn to control your passion. Remember, Princess, you are to think of only one thing, and that is my pleasure. If I am satisfied with your efforts, then you will be allowed to come only as a reward."

"No, David, please . . ."

I quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and insisted, "Princess! Don't ever speak to me that way again, do you understand me?"

Again, she dropped her eyes as she realized her mistake. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me, my Master."

"Princess, you understand that future outbursts like that will be met most severely. I hope you realize that part of your training may involve discipline. I had hoped to teach you a lesson in submission before discipline was required. But if you continue to disrespect me, I will have no choice but to correct you. And be assured that correction will be swift, firm, and unpleasant. Do you understand this Princess?"

"Yes, my Master."

"Good. Now it is time for your first lesson. Your body must now be properly prepared. You will maintain your appearance exactly as I instruct, no exceptions. Most importantly in this, is your personal grooming. You must display respect for your Master, in the most intimate of ways."

I reached down and placed my hand on the soft, fine hair surrounding her pussy. Although she was neatly trimmed, her look was her own design, selected in the time before she agreed to be my slave.

"This is lovely, Princess. You have a delightful pussy, and its talents need little improvement. However, you must learn to never hide from me. I must always be allowed to gaze completely upon you, with no covering of any type to mask your charms." With these words, I removed her from my lap, and stood beside the bed.

"Now Princess, I want you to lay on your back, arms straight and slightly above your head, legs spread. Good, that's perfect. Now don't move. I'll be right back."

I turned and walked to my closet, and upon finding what I needed, returned to find her in the exact same position. She hadn't appeared to have moved one bit.

"Very good, Princess. You seem to learn quite fast." I walked to her side, and took her wrist in my hand. I took the roll of tape from my closet, and fastened it securely around the iron headboard. As I moved to the other side of the bed, she looked at me, her eyes wide with desire and apprehension. Her breasts heaved as the pace of her breathing quickened, but she made no sound. I tied her other hand just as securely, then stepped back to look at her.

"Lovely, absolutely lovely. Your body was made to be tied, Princess. If anything, you are more desirable than ever. Don't worry about the tape. It will not stick to your skin, and it will not hurt when it is removed. It is quite secure, however. But I can tell you are concerned, Princess. Tell me, why are you frightened?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't mean to be frightened. But . . . I can't help it, sir. You have me . . . bound . . . helpless. I guess I am afraid that you might hurt me."

I reached out, and placed my hand directly on her open pussy. I caressed the parted lips, tracing them with my fingertip, before I slowly pushed two inside. As I expected, she was dripping wet. She let out a low moan as soon as I began to penetrate her, and she tightened her ass to lift her pussy towards my hand. I knew I should punish her for her willful display of passion, but since this was her first night as a slave, I allowed her that one lapse in self-control.

"Frightened Princess? Yes, maybe you are. But you are certainly aroused too, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, my Master."

I began to move my fingers in and out of her tight cunt, relishing the sensation of the soft flesh parting at my fingertips. Over and over, I continued the teasing movements of my hand. I could sense from her reactions that she was getting close to her climax. "You would come for me now, if I allowed, wouldn't you Princess?"

"Ohhh . . . Master . . . yesssss."

I pushed inside once again, then pulled completely free of her velvety tightness. A look of panic crossed her face, and she immediately pushed her thighs close together. She begged me with her eyes to continue my explorations, but she had been warned once about speaking without permission. She bit her lower lip, and began to rub her thighs together, perhaps hoping the friction would relieve the terrible ache building between her legs.

"Princess, I know you trust me. Open yourself completely to that trust. I won't hurt you. Your arms will remain bound for the time being, until the first session is complete. But your legs will remain free. A good slave must learn to use every part of her body to please her Master, and tonight we begin training your pussy, legs, and hips only. But, before we begin training your body, I must continue with your grooming."

I left her side, and walked slowly to the bathroom. After I gathered the proper tools, I returned to the bed.

"Princess, raise your hips."

She lifted her hips without hesitation and I slipped the towel under her. As I laid out the items from the bathroom on the mattress beside her, I sensed she finally understood what was about to happen. I placed the shaving cream, scissors, razor, and several hot hand towels on the bed beside her.

"It is time to be prepared as a slave. Open your legs, Princess. I need complete access to your pussy. And once I begin, you must remain completely still and silent. You may not move, and you may not speak until I am done, is that clear?"

"Oh God . . . yes, my Master."

I placed a hot, wet hand towel on her pussy, allowing the delicate hairs to soften under the heat and moisture. Once I was satisfied, I took the scissors and began to gently trim the longer hairs. I could sense her excitement by the subtle movements of her hips. Once the trimming was complete, I again placed the warm towel on her. I cupped her mound with the palm of my hand over the towel, and held her sex tightly in my hand. I did not move, however, allowing her only to feel gentle pressure.

After she had softened, I removed the towel, and coated her pussy lips with shaving cream. She gasped as my fingers brushed against her exposed clit. Once lathered, I began to shave her. Each pass of the gleaming blade removed another strip of hair and cream, leaving her soft, smooth skin behind. The shave began to have its desired effect on her, and as I removed the final wisps of hair, she was at the very edge of orgasm. I stood back, and admired her before I wiped the remaining cream from her.

I had never seen such a beautiful sight before. Lisa lay still, her knees spread impossibly wide, with her feet pulled under her. The newly exposed skin glistened with moisture from the shave as well as her excitement. Her smell was everywhere, a delicious fragrance so distinctly feminine, yet uniquely hers. I knew that I should take care not to directly stimulate her sensitive pussy, but I couldn't resist her baby softness. I reached down, and cupped her warm and wet sex with my hand. She felt so soft and smooth, the tender skin unmarred by my careful grooming. She opened, as I pressed my fingers inside her once again. As I buried my fingers deep in her tight cunt, a soft moan escaped her tightly closed lips, and her hips began to slowly rotate under my insistent hand.

I played with her cunt once again, fingering her as she climbed towards her release. She could barely catch her breath as her pleasure intensified. By now, I was approaching the limits of my own resolve, and I knew I had to stop the teasing immediately before my will dissolved and I mounted her on the spot. But a quick fuck would be a considerable setback to her training, and I couldn't risk losing what we were so close to achieving. With great reluctance, I once again pulled my fingers from her depths.

She reached to me with her hips, attempting to take my hand and force it back inside her, but I had pulled completely out of her reach. She looked at me, her face painted with unfilled lust, her eyes begging me for release. I stood above her, and looked down with obvious disappointment.

"Princess, you should know by now that your release is not of any importance anymore. The shave was to prepare you as I desire, and to mark you as a submissive slave, my slave. You will be marked at a later date, with a tattoo I select, as a reminder that you now belong to a Master. From that moment on, no matter who experiences this pussy, they, and you, will always know that it belongs only to me."

"Oh, yes, my Master. As you wish, sir. May I speak, sir?"

I smiled, pleased at how much she had already learned. Obviously, she had imagined this very scene numerous times, and was prepared to play the role exactly as she had envisioned it. "Yes, Princess. You may speak."

"My pussy, sir . . . does it . . . please you, sir?"

"Oh yes, my pretty Princess. Your little pussy is so willing to please, just as you are. I suspect it will not require much training."

"Oh, thank you sir. I only want to please you, in any way I can. I am yours Master, just as my pussy is yours. Even without any markings, I know I belong only to you."

"Good, my Princess. Now, you must not speak again, until I give you specific permission. Only answer my direct questions, is that clear?"

"Yes, my Master."

"Now, Princess. It is time for the second part of your training. The first part went very well, and you have been softened and prepared. You have begun to learn the important lesson of patience and humility, but that lesson must be reinforced. In reality, you have only just begun down the path of submission. There is still much more to learn. One such lesson will begin now.

"Part of the training involves the breakdown of any and all sexual inhibitions you may have. Thankfully, you seem more than willing to experiment, and your openness to new horizons should make this next phase of training that much easier. But still, there are acts we haven't performed, acts critical to your place as my slave. You must perform these without hesitation, and you must draw pleasure from the act alone. I don't expect you to find that pleasure the first time, but I do expect your willing and enthusiastic participation. Do I make myself clear, Princess?"

"Of course, Master. I live only to please you."

"In this next step, you must learn trust, obedience, and humility." I pulled a knife from the closet, and used it to cut through her binds. "On your knees, Princess. That's it. Perfect. Now, lower your chest to the bed, and stretch out both arms as before. Good."

I quickly wrapped the tape around her wrists once again, and secured them behind her back. Once more, she was bound and helpless before me, in the most submissive position imaginable. Her breasts were pressed into the bed, each arm pulled behind her, presenting her ass high in the air as she remained on her knees. I inspected her, and a slight slap to the inside of each thigh opened her stance even wider.

"That's it, Princess. Nice. Now, stick your ass up even higher, arch your back and present your ass to me. Good."

I was immediately stricken once again by her beauty. Never had I witness such an arousing sight. She was, by far, the most alluring vision of feminine beauty I had ever witnessed. Her newly shaven cunt shone, its moisture leaking for the smooth lips. She glistened in the dim light, her ass and sex perfectly round before me. It was a moment I had to record, and in a flash of inspiration, I again went into my closet. This time I returned with my digital camera.

As the first flash went off in the darkened room, Lisa cried out in alarm. "David! What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed by the sudden flashes of light surrounding her. She was naked and completely exposed, and her face flushed in shame as she realized what I was doing. "Please, don't take my picture like this!"

I immediately stopped, and put the camera on the nightstand. As I walked behind her, I placed my hand directly on her firm buttock, kneading the soft and resilient flesh with my fingers.

"Oh, Princess. You disappoint me. How quickly you have forgotten. I clearly explained the goal of this lesson before we even began, and yet you pretend that you were not aware of that fact. Did I not say that you must learn trust as well as humility?"

"Yes, but . . ."

I immediately silenced her with several quick slaps to her exposed buttocks. She cried out in shock as the blows descended on her, stinging her soft ass and coloring them a bright red.

"Princess, you MUST learn respect. Do you understand?"

"Oh, Master, I am so sorry. Please forgive me, I was just so . . . surprised by the spanking . . ."

"But you knew discipline was to be part of your training, did you not?"

"Yes, sir, Master. I . . . expected it sir. And truthfully, I deserved the punishment. Thank you Master, for correcting me."

I smiled at her clever response, and rested my hand lightly upon her reddened ass. I gently caressed the marks for a few seconds, before allowing my hand to explore her divide. I moved my hand slowly, deliberately down the crack of her ass brushing lightly against the tiny puckered asshole before stopping at her wet and swollen pussy lips. She gasped as I forced three fingers inside. My suspicion was confirmed as I felt her tighten around my fingers. She was almost at the point of release. The punishment had only served to intensify her longing.

"Very good, Princess. You seem to know exactly what to say, don't you? Now then, tell me what I need to hear right now."

"Please Master, you may take any picture you wish. I am sorry for protesting. Does this position please you, Master? Or shall I open my legs wider, like this?" She widened her stance, and if possible, thrust her ass even higher. Her pussy was yawning open now, the delicate lips pulled apart exposing her glistening red core. I took the camera, and snapped several more pictures of her ass and cunt, as she looked back with a knowing smile.

So far, she had performed better than I dreamed possible. Despite her protests, I could tell she enjoyed her exposure, taking pleasure at the image her body would create within the camera. She began to see just how alluring her nakedness was, how intensely appealing her perfect body was, bound and presented in this manner. I could sense that she had finally learned the unspoken lesson of all pleasure slaves. But I needed to test her once more before the night was over. I put down the camera, and moved into position behind her.

Without a word, I placed my cock against her open slit. I teased her, rubbing the thick head up and down her full length, gathering the wetness I needed to ensure easy penetration. Each time I moved against her hard little nub, she would gasp and cry out, the taut muscles of her fine ass flinching with each touch. She struggled against the bindings, and quickly discovered how effectively she had been immobilized. The night's training had also weakened my resolve, and before I could stop, I lunged forward, burying my cock completely inside her. Lisa cried out, as the shock of the penetration rocked her on her knees. I began to fuck her with long, hard strokes, sawing into her tight cunt with relentless precision. To my delight, Lisa tightened her ass muscles and using only her pussy and hips, began to return my fuck in a uniquely passionate style that I found highly exciting. My passion quickly mounted, and the sights and sounds of my new slave, writhing at the end of my thick cock, pushed me to almost unbearable heights of passion.

Before I came however, I wanted to teach the final lesson of the evening. Just as she was about to come, I pulled my cock from her, leaving her tortured pussy empty and unsatisfied. She groaned as I pulled free, and tried to recapture my cock by pushing her hips at me.

"Easy, Princess. I won't let you down tonight. I promise. But there is one more step that we must take tonight. One more important lesson that all pet's must learn. Complete submission requires you to willingly give your body to me, completely and without hesitation. Do I have your body, Princess?"

"Oh yes, Master. My body is yours, Master."

"Then tell me, specifically."

"I am yours, Master, to do with as you wish. My body is yours. My heart is yours. My pussy is yours."

"What else Princess? What else is mine?"

She paused, a look of concern growing across her face. "Oh God, Master, please . . . no. Not that."

"Yes, Princess. Say it."

"Oh God. Master . . . my . . . ass . . . is yours."

"That's right, my pretty pet. Has anyone taken your ass before tonight, Princess?"

"Oh no, Master. Never. But please, not tonight, Master. Please not that."

Once again, I drew back and quickly delivered several harsh blows to her extended backside. "Remember, Princess, you are mine. I cannot take what has already been willingly given. Do you understand? But to take this final step, you must relax, and accept my cock completely. The final, and most important step for a pet is this one, Princess. Only by offering your ass, can your journey be completed.

"Your cunt is made to fuck, Princess. You have fucked many men well, for many years. You fuck with unrivaled expertise, and your talents are exquisite. However, the beauty of your fuck doesn't depend entirely on a conscious decision to submit. You fuck by instinct now. You have perfected the response of your pussy to cock, fingers and tongue. So fucking you proves little.

"However, your ass is another matter. There, you are still a virgin. But your ass won't open to unwanted intrusion. The only way I can penetrate you is for you to submit to my need, completely and without reservation. Show me now, Princess. Prove your willingness to completely submit for my enjoyment."

Lisa hesitated slightly before a soft moan escaped her lips. Her body visibly relaxed, as the last bit of resistance faded away. If she feared the coming invasion of her virgin ass, she didn't let it show.

"Oh yesss, my Master. I am ready for you. Please, sir, please fuck my ass. I need you in my ass, Master. My ass . . . is yours. Fuck your ass, Master. Fuck it, please?"

I moved to side of the bed, and took the tube of KY jelly from the nightstand. I squeezed out a large handful of the cool gel, and spread it generously on the head of my cock. I then reached out to prepare my pet. Lisa flinched as I applied the cool jelly to the tight dark ring of muscle guarding her entrance.

"Easy, Princess. That's it, my Pet. Relax, open and accept it. Good. That's good, Pet."

As she relaxed even further, I began to push a finger inside her tight ass. The thin digit slipped through, and suddenly I was engulfed in her hot bowel. I worked the lube inside her, coating her tunnel, preparing her with the lubrication needed to allow my passage into her sacred ass. Once I felt her acceptance of my finger, I pulled it free, and added a second. My two fingers opened her even wider, stretching her hole while easing future penetration with a thick coating of lubrication. Finally, it was time.

As my fingers pulled free, she stiffened once again. She must have realized what was next, and despite her preparation, she tightened her ass in response to her fear. Her fear delighted me however, for I knew that once penetration had been accomplished, I was sure she would love the raw and powerful sensations of the ass-fuck. We were about to find out.

As soon as my fingers exited her hot asshole, I placed the thick, slick head at the spot so recently vacated. As I began to push, she lowered her chest even further on the bed. I held her tightly around the waist and gently worked the head of my cock inside. She cried out a little, and tightened her ass to protect it from the unnatural visitor.

"Easy, Princess," I said, hoping to reassure her. "Relax, and let your ass open to me. I won't push until you are ready, okay?"

"Uhhh . . . God . . . it hurts . . . just go easy, baby. But I want it. I want you in my ass."

I waited for her to accept the thick head, and before long, she nodded her head and told me to push a little more inside. Again, I inched forward, and once again, she clamped down, stopping me in my tracks. So close, but still I wasn't past her tight muscular ring. I caressed her, bending down to tenderly kiss her back as I whispered soft words of encouragement. The moment was too important to rush, and despite all the rough controlling talk from earlier, I could sense that she needed reassurance right now, not demands. Once she allowed my cock to enter her, she would want a return of her Master, but now, at this critical time, she needed assurances of love. I gave her exactly this, whispering to her that I loved her, and that I loved her like this, submitting completely to me, presenting her ass as an affirmation of her love and her submission.

Suddenly, I felt it. Her asshole's grip on my cockhead loosened, and the gentle pressure of my cock finally opened her to me. Her ass and her will gave way, and my cock slipped quickly inside, continuing until I was buried to the hilt inside her. She let out a long shuddering moan as she felt my cock slither inside, filling her as no other, satisfying completely her need to be taken in such an intimate way. She turned her head, and asked me to hold still for a few seconds, allowing her time to adjust to this new sensation, and to test the limits of her newly stretched ass. Finally, she nodded her head, and lowering her face to the bed, she surrendered once again.

"Now, Master. Fuck me now."

"Alright, Princess," I said, the commanding Master returning once again. "You are now completely mine. I will fuck your pretty ass exactly as I want, and you will take this fucking without a word."

I pulled my cock almost completely from her, then slammed it back inside. She cried out in shock as my flesh opened her once again. I didn't give her time to adjust, and starting fucking her with quick, hard strokes. She shook with each thrust, the muscles in her ass bouncing deliciously with each stroke.

"Oh God, Master, please fuck my ass. Fuck it good, Master. I don't deserve a gentle fuck, do I Master?"

"No Pet, you don't. You deserve to be taken, and to be fucked mercilessly. Tell me again, Princess. Tell me whose ass is this?"

"Yours, Master. My ass . . . is yours. Oh yeah, fuck it Master. Fuck your Pet's ass. Hurt her ass, Master. Fuck . . . it . . . haaaardddd!"

"That's it Princess. God, your ass is so hot. I love fucking you this way. Do you want to come now, my Pet?"

"Oh, please, Master. Please let me come. I am so ready. Please help me, sir."

With that, I placed my hand on her clit and began to finger her. "Come for me, Pet. Come now for your Master." She trembled as she finally succumbed to the demands of her body. The orgasm that had been denied for so long was now only moments away. I watched as she struggled to achieve the release she had longed for, and finally she was there. I buried my cock inside her ass and held still, allowing me to feel every delightful contraction of her climax directly through the clenching muscles of her ass. On and on it went, her cries and gasps finally slowing as she descended from her peak.

She now held still, a willing receptacle for my cock, and I continued to hammer away inside her. Within minutes, I too felt the beginnings of my long waited orgasm. I pumped her fast and hard, shouting out my pleasure as it erupted from within. My cock jumped inside her, spewing long streams of cum into her sated bowels. Finally, the contractions subsided and I leaned onto her hot, moist back. Her legs collapsed under the added weight, and we fell into a heap onto the mattress.

Within minutes, she had fallen asleep. The long journey of sexual awakening and discovery had completely exhausted her, her need for sleep unaffected by the binds that still held her. I moved from her, standing at the foot of the bed to admire her graceful and alluring body. If possible, her beauty was enhanced by the ties around her wrists and the cum seeping from her bottom. She appeared to have been utterly and complete taken, used solely for the pleasure of another, and yet, I knew this to be only an illusion. I knew that she and I had learned our lesson together tonight.

As I stared at my love, bound and soiled with the remnants of my pleasure, I smiled as I accepted the truth. Ultimately, Lisa wasn't the one that lost control. That honor belonged to me. Although I was the one called 'Master', I knew that in the end, I had submitted to her. I had fallen for her simple grace and beauty. I knew, as in all such relationships, that the submissive one ultimately has the power. With her submission, she gave me her heart, soul, and body without hesitation. And in the arms of her trust, I learned to love. I vowed to always give her exactly what she needed, anytime, any place. As I stared at my Princess, I moved to her ear, and whispered the words that had opened so much, so soon.

"Anything, baby. I'll do . . . anything for you. I hope you know that by now."

And with a gentle kiss, I crawled in beside her, and followed her to sleep.

THE END

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