Tree Line Motel
Copyright© 2007 by redheadsub
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A sub lets her master control her. Discipline her and show her the depth that she needs to take herself.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Reluctant Heterosexual BDSM DomSub Spanking Rough Humiliation Anal Sex Sex Toys Violence
As she presents herself for him, she pictures her Sir in her mind. Drawing a vivid mental painting of the man she calls Master.
He is 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in at 230 pounds. He keeps his head shaved and she can only tell it is originally jet black from the rest of his body hair. His eyes are icy blue and remind of her of the frigid water of the Arctic Ocean, yet when he smiles they warm her soul. His lips are perfectly shaped and soft as velvet to the kiss. His strong jaw and aristocratic nose finish of his Adonis' face.
His body while looking like it is carved from marble is surprisingly soft.
Brushed bronze by the sun, and soft as leather his skin is a delight to run her hands along. Gentle and loving hands grace the ends of his large arms, yet when he is correcting her, they can be quite hard and inflict the most erotic of pain. The pain is what she dreams of when she dreams of him. When he treats her like a princess it pleases her and makes her feel special but, it the special pain of his punishments and the torment (that he knows she craves) that he causes her that makes her feel truly cherished.
Wide shoulders and tight chest make her feel he can shoulder the world.
His lean waist connects his upper body to his magnificent lower body. His ass is perfectly shaped and squeezable. Muscular and long legs completed her gods' body with an exclamation mark of perfection.
He opens the door slowly, feasting on the sight of his toy, his slut, his love. Taking in her whores paint and coif, and smelling the scent of her arousal. Admiring the lines of her body and the clothes that wrap her gifts, His imagination is in overdrive, picturing the wonderful delights and the pain filled tortures he has planned for her this evening.
Her thoughts are varied, and confused, he knows, he can read each expression as it passes over her face. He knows she is scared and worried that he will find her lacking. He remembers how she misbehaved the last time they met. The punishment he gave her was nothing, trivial at best, but it had shown her that he meant what he told her. So far he could see that she had followed all the instructions he had given her. Now it was time to see if she meant to give her soul to him as well as her body.
"Take off your thong and give it to me. Then turn on your bullet and masturbate until you come for me. Then you may come into the room, slut."
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