Chapter 5

The sight of her multiple orgasms as well as my own lack of sexual partners lately brought me to my crest sooner than usual. I felt that familiar tingle in my scrotum and felt my balls draw up in preparation for launch.

“Okay slut, I’m about to cum,” I warned her. I make it a habit the first time I am with someone to let them know I am going to cum so they have the opportunity to choose where they want it. Some women like the taste of cum and some don’t. Some are terrified of getting pregnant and some want me to unload inside them. So I let them know and they can decide.

“Oh please, Master, please cum inside me. I’m on the pill so it’s okay. Please, I want to feel you cum inside me!” she insisted. And so, since this was our first time, I pulled her down on me and held her tight to my chest.

I shoved my cock hard and deep into her, holding it there until I let go with a huge load of hot, sticky cum. I blasted her pussy walls with my white heat and that caused her to go into another simultaneous orgasm.

We came together and our fluids mixed, becoming a cum milkshake that leaked out around my cock and ran down my asscrack to the sheets below. But I didn’t mind – my focus was on jewel who now lay sobbing on my chest.

I pushed her up to look at her. “Are you all right jewel? I didn’t hurt you did I?” I asked concerned.

“No Master,” she blubbered, “It’s just ... Oh Master! Thank you ... thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said, repeatedly kissing me as she spoke. Then she buried her face back in my shoulder to continue crying. And these weren’t little sobs either – she was really bawling!

I just held her and gently rocked her as I let her cry herself out. I thought about how hard it must have been for her – not only was she blind and had to deal with the world on those terms, but she also was a submissive and had no one to serve.

She had been turned down, cast aside, and shunned by every “Master” she had come upon. Until me. It must have been very difficult for her to even try again after so many failures.

A submissive woman lives to serve. That is who and what they are. They are not happy, not complete, unless they can be of use to someone. Like a lock without a key, they serve no purpose. A submissive without a Master to serve is empty, lonely, and lost.

So is a Master without a submissive to watch over. Imagine a crossing guard without anyone wanting to cross his street. He just sits there ... waiting. A Master completes a submissive just as a submissive completes her Master. Yin and Yang. You can’t have light without the darkness.

Once she’d had a good cry and felt better, she sat back up. “I-I’m sorry Master, for crying like a silly baby.”

“No, jewel, you have every right to cry. It must have been very hard for you and you were extremely brave to come to me to ask to serve me. It was very brave of you. But you needn’t worry about any of that any more, my treasure. You are mine now, and I am going to make all that happened before fade away,” I said.

jewel leaned forward until her face was only inches away. “You already have my sweet, wonderful Master.” Then she kissed me deeply, passionately, and with everything she had.

After her epic kiss, she began sliding slowly down my body, kissing me along the way, until she reached my cock still wet with our combined juices. She took me into her mouth and dutifully cleaned my cock spotlessly clean, kissing it afterwards and laying her head down on my leg next to it.

We lay there together like that for a long time, enjoying just being together. Me, lying on my back, with my girl between my legs. jewel resting her head on my thigh, purring happily and stroking my cock with her fingertips. It was about as peaceful a scene as I could possibly imagine.

“Master, may I ask you a question?” jewel said.

“What is it my treasure?” I asked.

“Well, it’s kind of personal, Master – is that okay?”

“It’s fine, my dear. We need to be able to be personal and intimate with each other. I mean we DID just have sex!”

“Yes, and it was amazing, Master. Okay, did you ... love those other girls you told me and Tina about? You’re other submissives?” she asked timidly.

“Some of them I did, yes. You can’t help but develop strong feelings for each other in a D/s relationship if it’s sincere and honest. What we do is oftentimes much more intimate and emotional than even an average marriage.

“Sure, at the start both husband and wife are all about pleasing each other. A new wife happily cooks and cleans and cares for her husband. And a new husband dotes on his wife and thinks she is his whole world.

“But that giving it all to your partner thing doesn’t usually last long before each begins to think about themselves and their needs. ‘He is always working or going out with the guys. What about me?’ she says. Or he complains ‘She is always tired and never has time for me anymore.’ And before long they are in a plain, boring, dull relationship ... two people just occupying the same building.

“A D/s relationship however is different. It is based on emptying yourself into the other person. When a D/s relationship really works, the submissive gives 100% of herself to her Master. She holds nothing back for herself and surrenders all.

“The Master also gives 100% of himself to her holding nothing back. He is completely and totally devoted to his girl. When both give their all to each other, neither goes away feeling less than completely full. You empty yourself to me and I fill you back up with me. Like pouring two equal glasses of water back and forth, not spilling even a drop.

“Oh my God, Master, that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” she said.

“Most people don’t have any clue how deep a D/s relationship can run. They only see the whips and paddles and ball gags ... they have no clue what’s behind all the hardware.”

“I want to learn everything about D/s, Master. Not just the hardware, although that will be fun. But also the deeper meanings of this Life. I want what you said ... the way you described it. That’s what I am looking for. That’s why I came to you, Master ... you know about these things. You aren’t just out for a good time or a new toy to play with.”

“Well, you are right about that, jewel. If all I wanted was a quick poke and run, I could find that without even trying. But that’s not what I’m after. And that not why I accepted you, jewel. You convinced me that you wanted more. You convinced me you were genuine and wanted to know the deeper side of this D/s world.”

“I do, Master and I am so happy and grateful you saw that in me and accepted me,” she said kissing my cock again.

We lay there for another minute or so, her stroking my cock and me running my fingers through her soft black hair.

“Master, can I ask another question?” she raised her head up to face me.

“What is it?”

“What’s in the basement?”

I smiled. Yes this was a curious one. That trait would serve me well. “Let’s go.” I said and took her hand helping her to stand. I walked her down the hall to the door in question. “I keep this door locked because not all my guests need to know what’s down here. I occasionally have business associates and other vanilla friends over and they don’t need to know this side of me. They wouldn’t understand anyway. Plus and especially for you, it’s just safer if these stairs were secured,” I said.

“Yes, Master. Thank you for looking out for me.”

I reached up to the doors header and found the key hidden there. I unlocked the door and took her hand. Flipping on the lightswitch, I helped her down the stairs to the basement.

“Welcome to my dungeon, jewel. This is where we will be doing most of our BDSM games. It’s a work in progress, but I have a few select pieces I think you will like.”

I started showing her around the basement. “First off, we have a small bench here. This is where you will wait until needed. I may have a second submissive I am working with or I may need to set something up for you. That’s what this bench is for.

“Next, we have a spanking bench. It is for spanking an errant sub, but it also works very well for anal toy play and other things.

“This next piece I’m sure you will recognize. It’s a St. Andrews Cross and is a staple in any good dungeon.

“Over here is a tall wardrobe that I have modified with extra shelves, hooks, and pegs. It holds all my whips, paddles, restraints, and all the tools I need down here. Next to it is a rolling service trolley like busboys at restaurants use that I can bring what I need around the dungeon without having to walk back and forth.

“Folded here in the corner is a tall stepladder, handy for securing a girl or two. Then we have this area where there is an overhead pully and a hand winch on the wall. With this and the proper wrist restraints, I can hoist you clear off the floor if I want to.

“Finally we have a doctor’s gyno exam table with foot stirrups – always a lot of fun.”

She followed along beside me but she trailed her fingers over each piece exploring them with her touch. I could see she wanted to get to know them more than just a quick once-over.

“I’ll tell you what jewel, I need to go upstairs to check on something. Why don’t you walk around and get used to the basement. You’ll be spending a lot of time down here and you need to know where everything is at,” I said.

“Yes, Master.”

“I’ll be back in a couple minutes,” I said. But I didn’t go anywhere I just went and sat a couple steps up the stairs and watched as jewel went from piece to piece touching and exploring. I tried not to laugh when she placed herself on the St. Andrews Cross “test-fitting” it for size.

Then she went to the spanking bench and I heard her softly gasp as she knelt imagining herself getting spanked on the device. She put her ankles and wrists in the holes designed to hold her and thrust her ass out as if she was recieving a spanking.