Owned

    Entering the room for the first time, I was feeling a bit shy and scared. Tonight will be the night that Richard makes me his, and I didn’t know what to expect. Trying to calm my nerves, I looked around the small hotel room that we had arranged to meet in for this special occasion. It was like any other hotel room across the country, a narrow bureau pushed against the wall next to the small television on its stand. On the other side of the room, in front of the window was a small table with two matching chairs, nothing out of the ordinary. The focal point of the room being the bed that seemed to grow larger the longer I stood there and looked at it. It took up the biggest portion of the room. The full sized bed was covered in a drab brown blanket, nothing romantic looking about it all. In fact there was nothing romantic about this whole room, it was rather plain looking. This was the reason I had arranged to arrive ahead of Richard without his knowing it. Maybe I couldn’t do much with the room, but I could add a few touches to make it softer looking.
    Setting down my travel bag and the large shopping bag that I had brought into the room with me, I quickly set to work as time wasn’t on my side. First I stripped the bed of its bedding and folded the sheets and quilt up before stuffing it under the bed out of sight. I then opened the shopping bags and took out my own sheets to place on the bed, a nice soft colored purple that went with the Persian Night comforter I had brought from my home. There, the room was starting to look better already. Out of my travel bag came the candles that I had bought the day before for this occasion. Placing them around the room in groups of three, the soft glow gave the room a touch of romance. I scattered a few rose petals that I had taken from my garden around the candles, adding to the softness of the room.
    Not really knowing what else I could do, I looked at the time and realized that in an hour Richard would be arriving. Keeping busy had calmed my nerves down and instead of sitting around waiting for him to come and giving them a chance to claim my body again, I decided to take a shower and prepare myself for his arrival.

    Standing in front of the mirror I carefully applied the finishing touches of my makeup, ran a brush through my hair and gave myself a once over before being satisfied with the way I looked. As time drew near, I again began to feel the nerves attacking me as I straightened out the short pale blue night gown that I had chosen to wear. It had soft flowers printed on it and a tie that went under my breasts, lifting them up. The gown ended right at my crotch and the matching blue thongs could be seen underneath the sheer fabric. Not sure what to do with the next fifteen minutes I had left, I took out a magazine and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to force my mind to comprehend the words that were printed on the glossy pages, but instead finding myself thinking about the night ahead.

    At exactly 9:00pm Richard arrived. When he walked into the room, I could feel my heart come to a sudden halt before beginning to beat excitedly against my chest. Slowly rising to my feet, I went to greet him and found myself engulfed in his arms. He leaned down and kissed me gently on my forehead before pushing me away from him as he took a closer look at me. Lowering my eyes, I stood before him, willing myself not to tremble under his scrutiny. Self doubts began to fill my head as I stood before him, maybe I was too old to be standing here like this, too big to be wearing a gown of this nature. Perhaps I should have stayed home, hidden from the possibility of rejection. The time seemed to stand still and yet to last for hours as nothing was said. In my mind I could see all the better choices that he had to choose from and I couldn’t understand why he chose me to spend his time with. 
    When he lifted his hand up and placed it under my chin, forcing me to look up at him, the grin on his face, the sparkle in his eyes had my fears fleeing my mind. I found myself feeling if not beautiful at least pretty and couldn’t help but to smile up at him. With him I knew I had nothing to fear.
    Taking me by my hand, he led me to the bed which he sat upon. Without being told to do so, I settled on the floor at his feet and looked up at him with expectation dancing in my eyes.
    “Before I claim you as mine, do you understand what this implies? Do you understand that from this time forward that you belong to me and only me? That you are no longer free to do as you wish? That I own not only your body, but everything about you?”
    Not trusting my voice, I could only nod my understanding.
    Never taking his eyes off me, I watched as Richard reached into his pocket and drew out a small box. Opening the box, he withdrew a small chain and held it in his hand. Unsure how to react, I could only do as told when he instructed me to lift my hair. It was then that he placed the chain around my neck and leaning over, fastened the small clasp in the back. The chain felt so light around my neck and yet I knew that it held a lot of power, a lot of meaning that wouldn’t be lost on me. This was my collar and a sign of my ownership, one that I wouldn’t be taking off. Already in my heart, that chain was a part of me, a part of my reason for being.
    Richard, my new Master, leaned back and studied his handiwork with a grin of approval. It took everything in my power not to jump up into his arms, lavishing his face with the kisses I held inside for him. For a long time I knew I was in love with him but never once did I ever dream of actually belonging to him, of being here with him in this closed environment.
    “Do you remember last night and what you said you would like to do”
    Grinning I nodded my head and without further encouragement I rose to my fullest height on my knees and reached up between his legs with my hands. Concentrating on unfastening his pants, I was only half aware of his lying back on the bed, resting easy as I began my first lesson on how to please him.
    Having his pants undone, I reached in and withdrew his member that quickly became hard and stiff in my hands. Looking at his swollen manhood, I felt the fingers of desire flickering deep in my belly, igniting into a small fire that would soon consume my entire body.
    Lowering my head over him, I tasted his skin for the first time with my tongue. Alternating between kisses and licks, I savored the taste of his essence as my mouth came down and engulfed him. Taking him deeply into my throat, I cradled his hardness within my tongue as I began to suck on him as child on a sucker, not wanting to take him out of my mouth but just enjoying him filling me up.
    When I felt him stirring on the bed and then his hands entwined in my hair my heart sang out as we have discussed before how much I love having my head guided and held when I was giving head. There was something in that gesture that gave him the control of the situation.
    Feeling his hands guiding me, my head was bobbing in a dance as my mouth was being fucked. My mouth went down far enough to touch my hand where I held his base and then would rise only to begin its descent once more. Before long, he held my head more firmly as he pushed my mouth down on him, taking him fully inside down to my throat as he began to erupt with his thick hot fluid quenching my thirst for the taste of him. Swallowing fast, I drank him in, not wanting to waste any of this special reward that he was giving me.
    Swallowing his last drop, his hardness started to decline as I proceeded to clean him off with my tongue, licking him and relishing in the scent of his being.
    With a slight tug of his hand on my hair, he pulled me up so that soon I was on the bed beside him. Luxuriating in the feel of his hands roaming freely on my body, I relaxed my mind as I was ready to give myself up to him completely. The nerves in my skin stood on end as he lifted my gown and cupped my breasts in his hands. My nipples ripened and became taut as he took them by turn in his mouth, sucking and pulling on them with his teeth. They were now his playthings and I was the happy recipient of the pleasure he was bestowing. When he leaned down and asked me if I had brought the ropes as he requested, I was only too willing to get up and go retrieve them from my bag.
    Coming back to the bed, he reminded me how he liked to see breasts bound up and ready for his use. Getting back on the bed, I sat beside him and lifted my gown over my head. Before his eyes,  I placed the rope around my neck, bringing the ends to an even end before crossing them over and wrapping each end three times tightly around my breasts, causing them to swell as I reached up behind my neck to tie them off.
    Standing up, he reached down to pick up the other ropes I had on the bed beside me and instructed me to lay in the center of the bed. Quickly I moved into position and thrilled at his look of approval. I held my hips up when he reached down and tugged my thongs off and down my legs. Now I was totally naked and in his control. 
    With speed that surprised me, he had me tied to the bed with my legs spread opened with my hairless love vessel exposed to his eyes. I could only watch as he unbuckled his pants and pulled his belt out of the loops before removing them completely. He next removed his shirt and stood before me naked and looking like a god in all his glory. Holding his belt in his hand, I watched him nervously, not knowing what he would do next and not daring to question him. I drew comfort in the fact that we had previously discussed boundaries and I knew that there would be no blood, or permanent scarring, and I was ready to accept that my body was his to do with as he please and I more than wanted to please him.
    Even with this resolve in my mind, I couldn’t help but to jump when I felt the sting of the belt as it landed on my tender flesh, my thigh jerking in response to the belt landing there. As a few well placed blows landed, my skin began to dance as it started to turn at bright red. A cry escaped my lips as he continued his assault on me, finally moving from my thighs to up between my legs. Here he was gentler but even with that, the spanking he was giving my swollen lips stung while at the same time, a heat within the well was taking hold of my senses. With every strike, I wanted him more.
    Dropping the belt to the floor, he joined me on the bed, and lowered his head between my legs, kissing where the belt had been, soothing the flames of pain with his lips, working his mouth up to my entrance. Moaning out with my need for him, his lips caressed my clit as his fingers explored my opening, pushing the petals apart as he slipped them inside. Stroking me, I squirmed under his attention, wanting more. Feeling my impatience at wanting to be taken by him, he slowed the rhythm of his fingers inside me as he continued his play. My voice horsed with passion, I begged for him to take me, use me and make me completely his. Softly laughing at my hunger, he told me to be patient. His lips found their way to my opening and soon his tongue replaced his fingers as he drank in my need to be consumed by him, the scent of sex permeating the air around us. Aroused beyond my wildest imagination, I squirmed under his attention while moans of pure pleasure bubbled forth from my throat.
    I lived a lifetime in the moments of wanting release. After what seemed like hours but in actually maybe twenty minutes of his sweet torture, he rose and came next to me. Nipping at my  ripened buds with his teeth, he again began a slow deliberate torture that had me begging for him. Rising above me, I felt my long sought reward as he entered between my legs, pushing deeply inside the wetness. Grinning down at me I could barely hear his words as he whispered above my face. “Is this what you wanted my slut?”
    My mind climbed new heights at being called His slut, making it difficult to answer in the affirmative.
    “I am going to fuck your cunt long and hard, but you are not allowed to cum. Is that clear?”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; I was this close and now I was being denied? Was this a joke? Please let me have heard that wrong. “I can’t cum?”
    “Right, if you cum, you will be punished. When you feel like cumming, let me know, but do not cum.”
    With that being said Master did as he said he would. He started to ram into me hard, moving faster with each thrust, feeding me every inch of his organ, making me moan and shake under his frenzied fucking.
    Crying out, my whole body soared as I started to ride the waves of the climax building inside me. As he sensed my rising heat, Master pulled me in with a few hard pinches to my nipples and slowing in his stride, throwing me off balance. He stopped fucking me long enough to give me time to regain myself, regain control of my body before continuing on with his deep hammering of me. Time and time again I would cry out begging for release, for permission to cum and each time he would stop and let me recompose myself before continuing his use of me.
    As he erupted deep inside of me, I began to feel frustration at his denial of my pleasure. When he withdrew, my heart sank and my mind could only think of being satisfied, which I was not.
    After untying my limbs, Master laid down beside me again without touching me or holding me close. Without thinking, my hand wandered down to my heat and I began touching myself under his eyes, determined to bring forth my own satisfaction that thus far I have been denied.
    Before him I began to masturbate myself, forgetting that I wasn’t allowed this luxury, not heeding that I was already breaking his rule for the night. It was only after I felt the sharp slap of his hand against mine that I was brought back to the present. Shame quickly filled my face as I looked up at him, knowing that I had displeased him.
    Drawing me close into his arms, Master held me as he comforted my soul.
    “Ahhh little one, you have to learn that you are for my pleasure now, that this should always be your first priority. You are not to think of yourself first, but to try and think of what it is that will please me. Your pleasure is in my receiving pleasure, your happiness in what makes me happy. Do you understand now?”
    Nodding my head to show that I understood, I lay quietly in his arms. I did understand and knew where I had gone wrong. For a few moments I didn’t think of Master or of his words to me and only thought of myself and my enjoyment. I had ignored his instruction, his wish and therefore had let him down. But also I learned that even with this mistake that Master still accepted me and I was still his.
    “Did you remember to bring your vibrator?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Good girl, why don’t you go get it now.”
    Getting up from the bed, I hurried over to my bag and brought back my toy. Climbing back into bed beside him, I looked expectantly at his face.
    Master got up and picked up one of the ropes that he had placed in a chair after untying me. Coming back he told me to insert my toy which I did instantly.
    After confirming that the toy was placed in as deep as it would go, Master tied my upper thighs together. Feeling the pressure of the toy, I tried to wiggle my body as it rubbed inside my walls. While feeling pleasurable, it wasn’t enough to bring me any sort of satisfaction.
    Taking me back into his arms, Master laid down beside me. “Tonight you will wear this so that you won’t forget that your cums belong to me, I am the one who decide when you can have them. If you are good and don’t try to play with yourself during the night, if you don't try to make yourself cum without my permission, tomorrow morning I will fuck you some more and let you cum.”
    With his promise in my ears, I tried to settle myself down beside him for what promised to be a long night. Closing my eyes I knew sleep would be impossible, but sooner or later morning would come and I hoped that I would be able to cum with it.