The Gentle Master  by angel

His whispers sent chills tingling down my spine. His softly spoken voice made me quiver. 
When he breathed close to me my heart would skip a beat. That's how He affected me. 
This time was no different. As He spoke I melted and obeyed his gentle yet firm command, 
'Come sit beside me pet'. 
I smiled and breezed happily over to his chair. Sitting down at His feet, He stroked my 
hair and my forehead. I felt myself almost purring like a cat being smoothed by her 
owner. He gently raised my chin, kissed my mouth so sweetly and I returned His kiss. 
Taking hold of my hand he quietly said, 'Pet, I have some visitors tonight'. 
'You want me to serve them Sir', I asked. 
'Yes, of course pet, you do as they tell you, they are some dom friends of mine, you must 
make me proud pet, show me what you are able to do', he said softly. 
'Yes Sir, I will serve them well and make you so proud Sir', I cheerfully answered. 

He smiled, pulled me up onto His lap, eased my legs apart and stroked my pussy. My 
heart did a somersault, immediately my pussy oozed juices just from His simple touch. 
His fingers probed my wetness, twisting round inside me. 'Pet, you make sure you are 
silky smooth for tonight wont you?' He whispered. 
'Yes Sir' I manage to whimper as the feeling of Him fingering me makes me so contented. 
'Good girl, you already make me proud pet and tonight I get to show you off to my 
friends', He said.

Removing his hand from my pussy, he opened His trousers. I knew what to do. I knelt 
between His legs and began to suck His cock, so slowly like I was sucking a lollypop. He 
gently but firmly placed a palm on the back of my head, thrusting His cock deep into my 
mouth. I savoured each taste of Him. When he came I swallowed His seed which made 
me so excited I almost climaxed too. As the last drop of cum trickled down my throat, He 
gasped and whispered, 'So good pet, so good'.

Smiling I got up and gracefully walked to the bathroom. After preparing myself for the 
evening I slipped on the leather collar. This was now a part of me, not something I just 
wore, it was an extension of my devotion to Him, of my complete submissiveness. When I 
wore it I felt proud and even dressed, strangely enough, although completely naked. The 
only time I didn't wear it was when I was out of the house. The collar was the first thing I 
reached for when returning home from anywhere. 

Standing and admiring my form in the mirror I looked at the studs gleaming on the 
collar. They seemed to catch the last bit of the fading sunlight and they glistened brightly. 
My full breasts were peaked by soft brown nipples, which I tweaked and teased between 
my thumb and fingers. I ran my hands down my belly and across my smooth mound. So 
engrossed in my act of self-pleasure I failed to see Him enter the room. My hands slowly 
slipped between my legs, my fingers probing my wet space. My eyes were closed as I took 
my fingers and licked them clean of my juices. Moaning I opened my eyes and gasped as I 
saw Him standing behind me in the mirror. 

Lowering my eyes, I hoped He wasn't too mad. Softly he whispered, 'Pet you know I like 
to play with my pet, her pussy is mine as are her tits too, you remember baby, don't you?' 
'Yes Sir, I am so sorry, I got a little carried away for a moment Sir', I stuttered. 
'I can see that pet' He answered quietly. 
Seeing the disappointment in His eyes made me sad. I hated to upset Him and felt guilty 
for being so disobedient. I started to sob. 
'Sssshhh, pet, I can make it better, He said gently, 'Go get my favourite paddle pet'.
I walked quietly with head bowed to the dresser. I picked up the dark brown wooden 
paddle. The smooth, shiny, wood so cold in my hand. It wouldn't however remain cold for 
long I thought to myself.

I handed Him the paddle and He told me to get the high stool and bend over it. I obeyed. 
He stroked the paddle over my flesh, moving it round my ass cheeks. Then He struck, 
WHACK!!! I gasped, clutching the legs of the stool.
WHACK!!! Again, I gasped as my ass tingled.
WHACK!!! Harder this time, making me flinch and screw my eyes tightly shut.
WHACK!!! My nails dug into the wood, I stifled a sob.
WHACK!!! Real hard, eyes filling up I cried out. 

Then He smoothed over my buttocks with His strong gentle hands. The flesh tingled and 
burned. I slowly let go of the wood, my nail marks embedded in the legs of the stool. 
'Now pet, I don't expect to have to punish you for something you already know ever 
again, do you understand pet?' 
'Yes Sir, I am truly sorry' I sobbed. 
'Okay my love, you must remember who you belong to in future, and who owns your 
body, who is it, tell me pet?'
'It is you Sir, I wear your collar my body is yours, my heart is yours and my soul is yours 
Sir'. I answer Him respectfully.

I go into the front room and kneel by the fire, facing His chair. He sat in front of me and 
read His book. I watched as His eyes moved with the words He was reading. His eyes 
were like blue sapphires, gleaming in a shop window. His face was tanned and mature. 
He looked up and smiled at me, 'The guests will be here soon pet, please go and prepare 
some light snacks and some drinks'. 
I got up and went to the kitchen. I made some sandwiches and lay them on a silver tray, 
with some nuts and crisps. I made some punch and brought the tray into the room, 
placing it on the dining table. Just as I lay the table, the door bell rang. Master got up 
and answered the door. When they walked in I was knelt by His chair. Master introduced 
His three friends as Masters Bob, Jeff and Christopher. I greeted them verbally not 
looking at them directly in the eyes. They took a seat near the fire I was in the middle of 
them. Master told me to get the refreshments, which I did. I handed each man a plate and 
offered some sandwiches. I asked each one if they would like some punch and gave out a 
glass to each of them, except Master Christopher who politely refused saying that He was 
driving and please could He have some juice instead. I glided into the kitchen, poured a 
glass of cold juice and handed it to Master Christopher. As He took the glass, He 
grabbed my hand with His empty one and held me until He put down His glass. I felt the 
others watching as He stroked my nipples and then pinched them hard making me wince. 
He gripped both nipples and pulled me towards Him, when His mouth was close enough 
He sucked each nipple gently at first but gradually increasing the pressure until He was 
biting quite hard. It was hard enough to make me gasp. He stopped and commented to my 
Master, 'She is quite something, I can see that, she seems to enjoy a little pain, I like 
that'. 
Master called me to Him and I knelt beside Him. We sat in relative silence until all had 
finished eating. Then Master Bob asked if I could take the whip. My Master said that I 
could and I would do so graciously, but He explained that He had never had reason to 
use a whip though He had used a paddle, His hands and a light crop on a few occasions.

Master Bob asked if he could have the pleasure of whipping my 'virgin' ass. My Master 
agreed as long as He was allowed to stay and observe. I was taken to the guest room the 
other two men remained in the lounge. Master Bob secured me over the spanking table, 
tying my legs to the legs of the table and my hands too. He chose a soft leather cat, and 
proceeded to stroke my back and shoulder and buttocks with it. Then as swiftly as the 
wind He brought it crashing down onto my cheeks. I gasped and tightly closed my eyes, 
the stinging seeming to increase as the whip had left my skin. Again only harder this time 
as He held my back with his palm. I bit my lip, moaned aloud and glanced at my Master 
for guidance. He simply looked at me, and I knew He was hoping for me to be brave. 
Master Bob struck my legs, and my inner thighs. He struck my back and my buttocks and 
at the end of the whipping I felt my flesh burn and sting as the red welts began to appear. 
'She has served you well, you must be proud of her', I heard Him say in between my 
sobbing. Sir answered that He was very proud and also pleased to call me His slave. 

As we walked back to the lounge, Sir held my hand and stroked my back with his gentle 
fingers. He literally sent shivers down my spine and I knew that His love for me would 
keep me safe. 

In the lounge the men were undressed. 'Can we make love to her together?' they asked. 
'Yes, of course you can, she will do as you ask, she knows her place', He answered. They 
took me to the bedroom, laying me face down on the bed, one of the men and I do not 
know which one for I was face down in the pillow, pulled my legs wide apart and secured 
them to the bed posts. Then I felt a hand between my legs, fingers probed my pussy and 
demanded such space that soon I gasped at being stretched so much. I raised my ass just 
a little to ease the pressure and then as well as the hand in my pussy I now felt a finger in 
my ass. The hand and finger fucked me hard and fast, I moaned and pushed against them, 
wanting to climax but knowing I couldn't. Soon the finger left my ass and the hand was 
gently removed. My feet were loosened and Sir Christopher lay on the bed. 'Ride me 
whore', He said. I sat on top of Him, easing my pussy onto His hard thick cock. He pulled 
my body down to His, kissing my lips. Sir Jeff was behind me and He was feeling my ass, 
His finger probing gently. Then I felt the head of His cock slipping into my tight hole. 
Eventually He pushed it all the way inside, deep. Never had I been fucked in both places 
at the same time, the feeling of fullness was incredible and the feeling that I would climax 
was too much to bear. I thought of my Master, of how proud He would be if I could 
survive this ordeal and not to give in to my own pleasures. It was enough to concentrate 
my mind. It helped me to breathe deeply and suppress my desire. The men were fucking 
me like crazy now, both grunting and moaning loudly. Soon I felt the gushing of semen as 
they both emptied into me. They seemed to climax for an eternity and I wondered how 
much cum I could hold. When they had finished they told me to wait there while they got 
dressed. 
After a few moments Master Bob came in the bedroom. He held His huge cock in His 
hands. 'Suck me slut, your Master tells me you love to swallow cum, is that true?'
'Yes Sir, I love to swallow Masters cum', I answered indignantly. 
'Well, maybe this will taste good, open your sweet lips my dear, let me fuck your mouth 
like a good little whore', He said.
I hated being spoken to like that, but nevertheless opened my lips and sucked His cock 
hard and fast wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible. He must have been horny 
because after a few moments He shot steaming hot cum deep into my throat. Moaning 
and gasping He did up His trousers and took me back to the lounge.

I walked over to Masters chair and knelt beside Him. I rested my head on His knee 
exhausted after the events. He stroked my hair and my back with his soft hands. The men 
told Him He should be proud of me and bade Him goodnight. 
He didn't get up to see them out, but held me in his arms on His lap. He caressed my 
marked body with the touch of a feather. He stroked my breasts like they were made of 
glass. He rubbed over my pussy like it was velvet material, expensive and luxurious. I 
relaxed next to His body. The warmth He gave me was comparable to that of a mink fur 
coat in the dead of winter, of a fire toasting chestnuts in its coals. 

Looking into my eyes, He put his finger in the ring on my collar. 'This collar belongs to 
you, you have earned it and shall keep it forever, as I shall keep you forever if you want it 
pet'. He whispered.
'Sir, that is what I want more than anything, I want to belong to you always, I want to 
wear this collar for as long as I am worthy to wear it Sir', I answered softly. 
'You have made me proud pet', he replied. 'and I love you dearly'.
' I love you Sir, with all my heart, body and soul'. I whispered.