SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 03
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
"Excellent, slave. Excellent," he repeated. Once again, his praise washed over me and caused a euphoria that seemed to out of place in response to swallowing someone else's spit – yet, I was elated that I had pleased Master. My new Master of only a few hours, whom I had never seen or met before this morning. His treatment was far more extreme than Master Hugh, yet, I was still rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I was stark naked, collared and chained with heavy steel in the middle of a scrap yard with my hands cuffed behind my back. I had been face fucked until I threw up, and I'd just swallowed Masters spit willingly, and I was eager for more. Much more. How far would I go? How far would Master go? =================
Master leaned forward and used both hands to range widely over my naked flesh, from my head all the way down my chest and abdomen, and down my back to the mounds of my arse. It felt so good to have him caress me in this way, and it seemed as though he was enjoying doing so. His hands returned to my nipples and he began to roll each around between his thumb and first finger, gently at first, but slowly increasing the pressure until sharp stabs of pain seemed to flash across my chest from side to side. I winced and began to tremble, trying to take the pain without pulling away from him, but I found myself beginning to sway involuntarily from side to side, trying to relieve the worsening pain. Suddenly Master gripped both nipples in a vice grip and pulled them away from my chest much farther than I ever imagines the flesh would stretch. I let out a scream of pain, falling forward, the suddenness of the stab of pain pulling me forward and I lost my balance ending up face first in Masters throbbing cock and balls.
Master pulled me back into balance by grabbing my hair and tugging me away from his gorgeous cock until I was upright again. The smile on Masters face was infectious, and despite the pain in my nipples, I smiled back as he caressed the side of my face as you would a pet poodle. He patted me gently on the cheek.
"Good boy, good boy," he said tenderly and lovingly. I felt myself flush with joy at his commendation. I was happy to have pleased Master, having failed so miserably at sucking his cock just moments earlier.
Master reached for something on the desk behind him and brought two black metal bulldog clips into view, while staring straight into my eyes. Master was still smiling at me with his beautiful and perfect white teeth and dark lips, but there was a slight curl upwards on the right side of Masters mouth which struck a little fear into me. I would become very familiar with that slight upward curl, very familiar. Master reached forward with one bulldog clip in each hand and squeezed them open to their fullest point. He placed each one against my chest over my nipples and I realized what he was about to do. My stomach clenched in a painful ball with anticipation of the pain I was about to experience. He slowly allowed each side of the clips to gather up the flesh around my nipples within them as he allowed them to close. I was surprised at first that there was no pain, but as they closed further and further, I began to feel pressure and then a sharp instant of pain which dulled very slightly into what felt like a red hot fire along the length of the point the clips bit.
I released the breath I had been holding as I watched this scene unfold, somewhat unbelieving that Master was putting these on my nipples, yet mesmerized by the action. I winced and screwed up my face as the fire burned and burned, but I didn't make any sounds other than short breaths to try to control the pain. Master grabbed a handful of my hair to pull my gaze away from my burning nipples and back to his loving and compassionate stare. The curl was gone, replaced by his warm and captivating full smile. He patted my on the side of the cheek again, and once again, I was bathed in his love and almost forgot about the fire in my chest.
Master reached to the desk behind him for a second time, and I feared what he would return with. My eyes widened and I watched his every move as his upper torso twisted and his still engorged cock twisted to the side, leaving a little wet spot of pre cum on his left thigh. Master returned with a bottle of water, which surprised me. He opened it, held it above me, pulled my hair to tilt my head back.
"Drink, slave," he almost whispered, as he tipped the bottle slowly to allow the freezing cold water to spill into my mouth. In this head back position it was a little hard to drink normally, but the water was helping to wash away the bile taste of my earlier cock sucking attempt and I realized I was actually thirsty. I got three or four big gulps down successfully when Master allowed the remainder of the ice cold water to wash over my face and hair, and down my body. After being so cold and wet outside, I had dried off and warmed up nicely inside the trailer. The icy cold water was shocking as it hit my warm flesh and rolled down the entire length of my naked body. My muscles tenses and contracted in reaction without any real conscious thought on my part, and Master chuckled a little.
"You really do enjoy being cold and wet, don't you boy," he smirked as he stopped pouring the water and released my hair. I felt a sudden hard impact on my balls which were totally unprotected as I knelt before him.
The shock of the kick snapped my attention to my groin, causing my whole body to tense as I took in a sharp gulp of air. I held my breath for a few seconds, waiting for the wave of extreme pain and nausea to wash over me. I'd been kicked in the balls before by accident while paying football or rugby, so I knew what to expect, but the pain and nausea never came. Instead I felt my cock throb as I Masters tennis shoe stroked back and forth under my ball sack.
"Yes, Master," I finally squeaked out as he chuckled aloud this time.
Master reached down and stroked my painfully hard cock a few times and I felt as though I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his hand. Finally, I may get some relief from this sexual torture I'd been going through for what seemed like days, but was only a couple of hours at most. My cock had been hard and throbbing, demanding attention I could not give it as my hands remained firmly cuffed behind my back. I was getting close to shooting my load all over the floor. I could feel the tingling in my groin begin to grow more forceful when Master suddenly kicked me in the balls again, a little harder than the first time.
I grunted this time and that wonderful tingling disappeared in an instant. My eyes flew open widely as I looked up into Masters face, to see him smiling, and chuckling with that little curled up lip.
"Up," Master commanded forcefully, flicking his fingers to indicate he wanted me to stand up.
"Yes, Master," I replied and I shifted my weight to bring my right foot under me to try to stand. It was at that moment that I realized how sore my knees were from kneeling on this hard floor. As I tried to put pressure through my right knee to stand, an incredible pain shot through it and I dropped back to my left knee, wincing.
Master suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and almost literally pulled me up to my feet by my hair.
"I said get up on your feet you miserable excuse for a slave," he shouted at me loudly.
My knees were throbbing and aching as Master slapped me hard, first on the right cheek and as my face turned under the impact, he slapped me on the opposite cheek.
"You do as I say, WHEN I say," Master shouted at me, his voice booming and reverberating around the trailer. "Do you fucking understand me, SLAVE?"
With tears welling in my eyes I replied, "Yes, Master. Sorry Mas,"
Before I could finish my sentence Master snatched the bulldog clips from my nipples, causing an explosion of pain and fire in my chest. It felt as though they had been super-glued to my flesh, and pulling them off had taken my flesh with them. I screamed in sudden agony, and drew an immediate breath into try recover my breathing, dropping my gaze to look at my poor nipples.
"Keep your fucking head up, Slave," Master commanded as he slapped my left nipple hard, causing an incredible resurgence of pain.
I screamed again and staggered back a step, turning left to withdraw the nipple Master had just slapped, only to have him slap my right nipple with even more force than my left.
"Stand still you fucking white trash," Master shouted at me as I staggered back another step twisting to my right this time to try to relieve my inflamed right nipple and chest.
"Don't fucking move unless I order you to. UNDERSTAND?" Master shouted at me, grabbing the collar around my neck and pulling me back and into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around me and as the tears ran down my cheeks and he held me with his left pulling my handcuffed wrists up to the small of my back, his right hand began to wail on my arse cheeks. As the blows struck my exposed flesh I felt the burning begin in each cheek. I grunted at first but as the blows continued I began to make more and more noise, and I began to shift my hips in reaction to each blow.
My arse was on fire on both cheeks when Master stopped slapping me and pushed me away from his embrace. Tears were filling my eyes and running down my cheeks and I was sobbing slightly, mostly trying to control my breathing. Master chuckled slightly and stepped towards me, planting his mouth over my own and kissing me forcefully as his tongue roamed around the inside of my mouth.
Master turned me around and pushed me towards the trailer door, out of the door and then down the three steps onto the cold concrete slab and out into the blustery wind and cold. The rain was still pouring down in torrents, making a loud rattling noise as it hit the tin awning above us and the chain attached to my collar reminded me of ghost story movies. Master directed me back to the small table and stopped me. I blinked a few times to dissipate the last of the tears lingering in my eyes as I felt the wind swirl around my flesh, the warmth from inside the trailer quickly disappearing.
Master reached around in front of the collar, unscrewing the locking pin and removing the collar completely. Strangely, as the weight of that heavy steel collar left my neck and shoulders, I felt – naked – exposed. I actually did seem to miss it around my neck. Master then unlocked the padlock securing the smaller steel chain around my neck and removed that also, placing both the heavy steel collar and the smaller chain and padlock on the table. I then felt Master unlock the handcuffs which had secured my wrists throughout this entire experience from the moment I got into Masters car. Master dropped the cuffs on the table, then pushed me forward, out from under the awning and back into the pouring, cold rain.
My feet hit the muddy slick puddle that lay just beyond the concrete slab and I slid, losing my balance and ending up falling backwards into it. The frigid puddle water splashed up and outwards from me, but soon splashed over my legs and torso also. The mud and water had broken my fall, so other than being enveloped in freezing cold water, covered in mud, and still having the rain and wind pounding on my naked flesh, I was otherwise unharmed by the fall.
"Turn and kneel, slave," Master commanded, and I quickly spun around in the puddle to get to my knees, thankful for the mud at the bottom of the puddle as it was more accommodating to my already pained knees that the wooden floor of the trailer. I knelt on my knees, upright rather than sitting back on my ankles. I noticed the video camera on the table once again with the lens pointing directly at me as I rubbed my wrists to relieve the soreness from the cuffs.
"You are still fucking hard, slave," Master said as he chuckled slightly. His smile was broad and warm and approving.
"Amazing," he continued, "Just fucking amazing. I love it. I've always wanted a slave I could keep naked even in the cold and rain, and use outdoors whenever I feel like it or need it."
"You're perfect for me, slave," he continued, "But you have a serious decision to make right now."
"If you remain as my slave, I will own your body and soul from this point forward. You will be my property. My possession. I will use you as I wish, when I wish, where I wish, with whom I wish. You will have no say in the matter. You will do my bidding, no matter what, and you will never talk back to me unless I ask you a question first."
Master let this sink in for a few moments as he studied me intently. My hair was sodden again and rivers of water ran over my forehead and into my eyes, causing me to blink and shake my head frequently. My entire body was covered in mud and rain water, but my cock was still rock hard and throbbing visibly as Master spoke.
"I will give you pleasure and pain in equal measure, though perhaps not always at the same time. I will teach you to be my personal slave and I will share you with others to be their slave also. I will take you places you have never imagined, and perhaps I will fulfill some of your fantasies, but it will always be what I want, what I desire, what I need. You do not count. You have no vote. You are nothing but a white slave cunt that I will do as I please with."
Master walked back to the side of the trailer and opened a small steel locker, removing some items before returning to me. He dropped a pair of track suit trousers and a track suit jacket on the concrete slab between us, followed by a pair of sneakers.
"This is your decision. If you don't want to be my slave, put on these clothes and leave and we will never see each other again. You can leave now and I will provide your train fare home. "
Master studied me as he said this, and I stared back with a frown on my face, confused at this turn of events. I wondered if I could handle being Masters slave. Would I collapse under the punishment? Could I ever suck his cock properly or would I always be an embarrassment to Master? Did I really want to become Masters property?
I was torn between some reservation about my abilities, and my intense desire to experience whatever Master wanted to use me for. I was tempted to reach for the clothes, and the warmth and comfort of the train home – but I'd dreamed and wanked off thinking about being in this very position, and now it was a reality. All I had to do was give myself up completely and utterly to a stranger I just met a few hours ago.
"Stand up and put on the clothes and you are free to go," Master said compassionately. "Or, crawl on your hands and knees to the desk and put on your collar and become my property, permanently from this day forward."
I dropped to my hands and crawled out of the muddy cold puddle and onto the concrete slab, then over to the table. I grabbed the heavy steel collar and placed it around my neck, closing both ends until they met in front, and I waited.
Master grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and pulled my head back until I was staring up at his gorgeous face. Master stared back at me, his eyes boring into my very soul and opening up all of my inner most secrets.
"You belong to ME now, slave," he said as he replaced the pin and turned it to lock it in place. Master then replaced the smaller chain and padlock around my neck.
Master pulled me up to my feet by the heavy collar and pushed me roughly over the small table, bending me at the waist so my ass was sticking out towards him. I felt the hard edge of the table bite into my hips as my engorged and leaky cock bounced off the edge, almost making me shoot right there and then. Master stepped in between my legs, kicking each ankle out to move my legs wider and wider, leaving me up on my tip toes. I felt Masters denim covered thighs brush my inner thighs as he pushed in between my legs and I knew what was coming. I'd never been fucked before, but I knew this was what was about to happen and I was both excited and petrified at the same time. I tried to crane my head back to see Master as my breathing became rapid and I suddenly felt my mouth was extremely dry. Every touch, movement and adjustment of Master send an electric shock of anticipation through my entire body, causing me to clench my ass cheeks and tighten my sphincter instinctively.
It was odd to me, as I really wanted Masters cock inside me, and I really wanted Master to take me and fuck me hard and powerfully, yet I was also so afraid that I would disappoint as I had when sucking Masters cock. I was also aware that the virgin fuck experience could often be very painful and uncomfortable, and I was afraid that would be my experience. I realized that almost every muscle in my body was now contracted and I had completely forgotten about the noise of the rain, the cold Scottish wind blowing over my back and legs, the handcuffs biting into my wrists, the heavy steel collar that kept my chin off the table and resting on it's edge instead.
I felt Masters weighty and rock hard cock slap between my arse cheeks a couple of times, and my own cock bounced in anticipation and excitement, while my sphincter tenses and relaxed also. I began to push my hips back a little against Masters cock to feel it more and more. Master suddenly slapped both arse cheeks forcefully at the same time. In my heightened sensitive state, waiting for his cock to penetrate me, the slap felt far more powerful and painful that it was in reality, but my anticipation and cold skin provided the shock and reaction Master was looking for. I jumped, yelped and pushed forward into the table to get away from the pain. As I relaxed from the slap and slid my hips back into their original position, Master thrust his cock in one single powerful drive all the way through my hole and deep inside my guts, slamming his hips into my arse cheeks and crushing me against the edge of the table.
"Aaarrrrrrrr," I screamed at the top of my lungs as Masters cock impaled me and hit something deep inside of me. My eyes screwed up in pain and tears and my every muscle in my body tenses again, including my sphincter muscle, trying to repel the invader. I must have held my breath for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, while Master kept his cock in me all the way up to the hilt and kept the pressure on my hips.
Master pulled slowly backwards and I felt the pressure deep inside abate as he did. I took a deep breath in and felt my stomach tighten as I felt the shaft retreating out of my hole. My eyes still screwed tightly shut. The pain was intense and the size of Masters cock seemed fifty times larger and a hundred times longer than I expected it to be. Before I could really think or form any words, Master thrust forcefully back into my hole, all the way up to the hilt again.
"Aaaaarrrrrr...," I screamed again, and as I tried to gasp for more air Master withdrew quickly, but not fully and thrust again, then again, increasing the pace of his deep and excruciatingly painful invasion of my arse. I could not seem to draw in enough air with each breath in time to scream before the next vicious thrust hit me and I began to wonder if I would pass out. I opened my fists and tried to find Masters abdomen to push him away, and I tried to form the words "please stop" but each thrust forced me to concentrate on simply surviving the moment.
Master pounded on me for at least a dozen, maybe two dozen vicious thrusts, before I realized his cock was simply sitting inside my arse, while his hands were caressing the sides of my thighs and my arse. I slowly opened my eyes, relaxed my muscles and took a deep breath. Tears still filled my eyes, and my nose was running so I had to sniffle to clear it a couple of times.
"Damn, you have a beautiful tight hole, slave," Master whispered, almost as though to himself, as he continued to caress me.
"I love it when you scream like that. It gets me so hot," Master continued.
As I began to get used to the feeling of Masters cock deep inside of me, stretching my sphincter as it lay dormant, Master slowly withdrew until I felt his cock head put pressure on my sphincter as though it was about to pop out of my arse. Master then slowly pushed back in to his full depth. I held my breath the whole way in until I felt Masters hips hit my own, and then released a grunt. Master repeated this slow withdrawal and return again, and again, and again and I began to fall into a rhythm of breathing in as Master withdrew and breathing out as Master pushed back into me. As I concentrated on my breathing I slowly realized that the incredible pain I had felt just moments before had been replaced with a desire to feel Master cock hitting deep inside of me again. It was still uncomfortable and somewhat painful, but those feelings were overwhelmed with the stiffness of my own cock and the incredible rightness of the feeling of my arse being filled with Masters cock.
As I began to enjoy being fucked by Master for the first time in my life, Master began to increase the pace again, and I found myself pushing back slightly against each thrust to enhance the sensation. I heard Master chuckle a little as he began to increase the force and tempo of each of his thrusts until he was pounding me hard into the table about twice in every second – or so it seemed. I found myself screaming again, though not in pain, more in ecstasy. Rather than a true scream, it was more of a vocalized grunting as each wonderful thrust forced the air out of me as I felt the head of Masters cock touch my very soul. I LOVED this.
When Master suddenly pulled his cock all the way out of me, I felt empty, abandoned and totally unsatisfied. What moments before had been excruciatingly painful was now in this moment excruciatingly absent and missing. In my absolute lust for a return of Masters cock into my arse hole, I started to turn my head to plead with Master when I was forcefully impaled by that wonderful cock driving through my sphincter at full ramming speed. I grunted in pleasure and was just opening my eyes again when Master pulled all the way out of me for a second time. I waited in excited anticipation and was not disappointed as Master impaled me forcefully again, and repeated the full withdrawal and driving impalement for another dozen or so times. Each time, eliciting a delirious grunt of joy from me.
I lost all track of time, place, and everything. The only thing that mattered to me was Masters cock pounding my boy hole. I adored every painful, powerful thrust into me and loved the long slow strokes as Master fucked me. The wind, the cuffs, the collar, the edge of the table cutting into my hips, nothing else mattered. I wanted Masters cock pounding my hole. I wanted it hard, aggressive, powerful. I wanted that sensation deep inside of me to last forever.
Then, without warning, I felt the all to familiar tingle in my balls and belly and before I could form any conscious thought, I blew my own load of cum in an ecstatic release of pent up sexual energy. I felt volley after volley shoot out of my rock hard cock below the table while Master continued to fuck me in the arse. I loved this moment. I loved this feeling. I loved being fucked like this. I loved Master Rashid and knew in that moment that I would do absolutely anything for him in order to get him to fuck me like this again, and again, and again.
Master fucked me at varying speeds and varying between staying in my arse, and withdrawing to impale me again for quite a while after I blew my own load, and I still loved it. I was still hard under the table and I still wanted to get my hands on my own cock to jerk it. Why hadn't I found someone to fuck me in the arse long before now?
I felt a perceptible change in Masters thrusts and felt a strange sensation on the underside of my sphincter, before realizing, Master was shooting his load deep into my arse. I felt his cock pulse again, and again, and again, before Master let out a grunt and pulled his cock out of my arse quickly. I felt some white hot liquid splash across my arse cheeks and lower back and flinched thinking I had been burned by boiling water or something similar. Master quickly grabbed my steel collar and pulled me back off the table and onto my knees directly in front of his throbbing gorgeous cock. As my eyes found his cock, my cheek and left eye were blasted with a stream of cum shooting out with a force I didn't expect. I felt that burning sensation on my skin again as I began to turn my face away from Maters cock in an involuntary reaction. Master equally quickly grabbed a handful of my hair and to keep my head in place and thrust his hips forward to push the head of his cock into my open mouth. A volley of cum hit the inside of my right cheek as I felt the underside of Masters cock pulse against my lower lip. Two more volleys of cum filled my mouth in very quick succession as Master held my hair in one hand and his cock in the other.
Masters cum ran towards the back of my throat and as he moaned, I swallowed the thick and creamy goodness eagerly. Masters cum tasted sweet and very thick, unlike Master Hugh's cum which was thinner and slightly salty in taste. I loved both, but Master Rashid's cum was like, like sweet dairy cream. I found my tongue rolling around Masters shaft and my mouth sucking on his piss slit to try to elicit more of that delicious nectar. I wanted more.
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