It All Started With A Signature Ch. 02

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

I woke up next to Master and smiled, realizing that a chance meeting had changed my life completely for the best as far as I was concerned. I now live in a beautiful home with a man that cares for me and gives me what I need. Before I met him, I'd fantasized about a guy like him every time I indulged in my self-bondage sessions. We've been together for some time now and I've gotten things down to a science as far as the house goes, taking care of the everyday purchases for the house, and doing my daily chores.

One day Master came to me and he looked serious, I thought something must be terribly wrong and I feared he was letting me go. He said, "Please sit down." My heart lurched, and I feared the worse.

Taking my hand, he told me, "There is a bondage convention In New Mexico that I go to almost every year to see the latest toys. And this year, I want you to come with me."

Experiencing a surge of relief, I smiled, saying, "If you want me there, of course I'll go. You had me worried -- I thought something bad was going to happen. You looked so serious, Master."

We both smiled at that, as he informed me, "You can dress anyway you like, formal or fetish. So figure out what you want to take for the trip." He'd allowed me to open the leftmost box from the tailors months ago and that outfit had become my favorite over time. It was a latex maid's outfit, low cut in the front with a multi-layered under slip that forces the skirt out. Its panties are black with white lace trimming. I usually don't wear the panties because to me it's so thrilling and naughty to walk around like that. For my legs, it has a garter belt and stockings. It came with elbow gloves with white lace cuffs for my wrists plus white lace for my collar and ankles. Finally, there's a maid's black headband with white lace.

When I'm wearing it, especially without the panties, Master loves to come up behind me, bend me over and use me until I'm weak in the knees. Just thinking about that usually makes me hyperventilate and grin. So my maid's outfit is definitely going, I showed Master a leather collar that went perfectly with that outfit and he allowed me to buy it using the credit card. I even splurged a little and upgraded my purchase to the locking version.

I packed a shorts outfit for sightseeing, and a gown in case we were going to any parties. I added a black slip and a spare garter belt and stockings. Just those items actually constituted an outfit that I liked to wear around the house. To cover all bases, I also added street clothes.

When the day arrived, I was all ready to go off on our trip. Looking out the window, I called out, "Master, a car just pulled up. It looks like it might be our ride to the airport." It was indeed the car he was expecting, But I was surprised when we didn't head to San Francisco International Airport. Instead, we were taken to a private airfield! When the car stopped, Master and I got our bags and started to walk to a parked private jet. As we entered the aircraft, Master was greeted by name and asked if we were ready to go.

We were told to take our seats, and to please buckle in. The inside of the jet was really nice and Master told me, "Here, Clare... take the seat opposite me, please." The engines started and after a short delay as we waited for tower clearance, we were off. Soon thereafter, I caught Master looking at me. He smiled, saying, "You'll be the most beautiful girl at the convention." Such praise never fails to make me blush a little, and my heart speeds up. The sleek jet whisked us to the site of the convention in a trice. Another car met us and drove us the short distance to the actual convention center. As we entered, there were signs about the convention offerings and when and where they were taking place, with signs pointing the various ways. The grand opening was to take place tomorrow.

We settled into our room, refreshed ourselves and went to an early dinner. Master led us to a place just a small distance down the street. I was pleasantly surprised that it fit so well into the convention theme. It's pleasing atmosphere was suggestive, displaying pictures on the walls similar to those Master had in our house, and the waitresses wore very little. Oh yes, and when I wasn't drooling at the pictures and the waitresses, I did enjoy the food.

We slept in the next day, had a light lunch and then went down to the convention center where the displays were. There must've been some soundproofing in the room. When we opened the door, the noise of the crowd became quite noticeable, along with the occasional loud slap of leather hitting flesh.

For our grand entrance, I wore my maid's outfit with my new leather collar locked on, Master held my leash and I followed him very submissively. My eyes bulging, I was trying to look in all directions at once. Viewing all the displays and models, I couldn't believe my eyes. Master had explained to me that this type of convention brought so much money into the local economy that city officials -- including the police -- turned a blind eye to the public decency statutes. We passed a table being run by the convention members and they handed me a small booklet containing a map and directory of companies that had booths here. Also the scheduled demonstrations and locations were listed.

As I walked around, I noticed a model wearing a chastity belt and heels. I stopped short and my leash pulled tight, alerting Master. With his tacit permission, I asked her, "How effective is your belt?"

She replied, "This one is rather good. But let me tell you -- the latest model is really something! Look in your booklet for tomorrow's demonstrations about it."

After she walked to another couple near us, I asked Master, "Master will you take me to the demonstration tomorrow, please? Pretty please?" I pointed out the girl to him. He smiled and nodded his acquiescence. I clapped my hands with joy saying, "Oh Sir! That seems to me to be the absolute surrender, having my sex locked away. Let's hope the demonstration tomorrow will be fascinating."

As we wandered around the display area, I was constantly dazzled by the new tech items. I collected every advertisement handed out, wishing I had a million dollars to spend. Of course, this was my first such convention. Perhaps Master was just taking it all in stride. As I walked through the crowd, I completely forgot how I was dressed, along with the fact that I was collared and leashed. Master finally whispered in my ear, "You're creating a traffic jam, my dear slut. Everyone is looking at you." My eyes flew open with surprise and I blushed bright red. Master chuckled, adding, "It's because you look so sexy." I brushed at my skirt, checking to see if anyone could tell I wasn't wearing any panties. I needn't have bothered, because Master volunteered me for a Shibari demonstration, and soon I was suspended, stark naked, at about chest height off the floor and slowly rotated in that intricate webbing of ropes while being on display to everyone.

The next day, we indeed went to the demonstration and I hung on every word. Then they asked for a volunteer to demonstrate the new belt. Master raised his hand and said loudly, "I happily volunteer my slave." Mortified, with his voice causing all those eyes to swivel and stare at me, I thought I might die, but he led me to the stage and handed my leash to the spokeswoman.

She announced, "We'll be right back." She led me to a small dressing area where I was commanded to strip down to my garter belt, stockings and heels. Once I'd complied, the belt was placed on me and tightened above my hips. I was led back out to the stage in front of that huge audience. Master was standing there with his cellphone either taking pictures or videos as the cute spokeswoman showed him the remote features of their most advanced belt, speaking loud enough for all the onlookers to hear. Attracted by the sounds, a few more people joined the watching crowd. My cheeks very hot from my blushing, I stood there, naked except for the chastity belt, garter belt, stockings and heels. Master touched the remote and it started to vibrate deep inside me. In my surprise, I let out a yelp, ""Ohhhhhhhh!"

I was so ashamed, I instinctively tried to pull the belt off when suddenly I got a shock which made me wince very visibly and stop. My face must have clearly shown my surprise, because a loud chuckle rippled through the audience. The spokeswoman said, "Oh, yes. The belt prevents the wearer from trying to forcibly remove it by delivering a shock." She then read all the functions this belt had programmed into it. It was quite an exhaustive list, giving me second thoughts about this demonstration and this device. Master played with a couple of them, to the amusement of the onlookers. It even had a mode that made you get down onto your hands and knees and if you got up, it'd give you a series of shocks until you got back down!

I was now having third thoughts about this, learning and experiencing that it could twist my body into ridiculous contortions and keep me like that. That remote could control me anywhere in the world! When the demonstration was complete, I was given a discount coupon from Fancy Steel, the manufacturer. Master accepted it and put it in his pocket. Since it was now getting late, I got dressed and we looked for something to drink. After that, we headed back to our room to rest but Master had other ideas. He'd brought some nylon rope, so he tied me over a chair, facing its back so that my sex was presented, and then used me several times. When he was satisfied, I was obscenely dripping his cum as I knelt on the chair seat. Of course, feeling his lust for me also made me cum hard. That was a day to remember and I still smile about it to this day.

Saturday, the gathering was really crowded. The mixed sounds of people talking while some demonstration models were being spanked or flogged assaulted our ears. The smells of leather, latex and even aroused people was a heady perfume. I liked being on Masters leash, working my way through the press of the people. I stayed close to him, but as we were going down the last aisle, we encountered a display of cages, from a dog cage to a real prison cell. I walked over to show Master and felt the thick bars. There were several girls inside the various cages, so I asked, "What's going on?"

The attendant said they were there to keep submissives caged for a small fee so their Masters could do some shopping. He opened a nearby cell door and Master pushed me in and the door slammed shut. Not pleasantly surprised, I gave Master a pouting look.

"For being naughty, giving me that look, come here," Master commanded me. I obediently walked to the cage bars and he reached through, grabbed my wrists and before I knew what was happening, my wrists were handcuffed outside the cage with a vertical bar and crossbar between them forcing me to stand there. Reaching in, he pulled me close to the bars and kissed me hard. Then he turned and walked away without another word, disappearing into the crowd. I stamped my foot in frustration, which caused the other girls to chuckle at me.

He was gone about 30 minutes. Strangely enough, by the time he got back, I'd become kind of a celebrity. People wandering by took my picture, wishing me luck. This humiliation made me really ashamed, watching for him and longing for him to return. When he did get back, the door to the cage was opened and one of my wrists was freed, but only long enough for me to exit the cage. Soon my hands were cuffed behind me. Master tugged my leash and we were off again.

"Where did you go, Master?" I asked

His angry reply was, "Remember what happened when you snooped the last time?"

But it was only mock, role-playing anger. When we got to our room, he told me, "I really enjoyed leading you through those crowds as my handcuffed submissive. I also want you to think about the fact of how much pleasure you gave to those onlookers as they saw you handcuffed to those cage bars. You made a lot of people happy, including me." I blushed prettily, paying attention to my body's reaction. As I focused on myself, I realized that the humiliation I felt being left in the cage for a while actually turned me on. When I confessed that to Master, he led me to our bed, took everything off me, and fucked me beautifully, making me cum on his wonderful cock. In case I forgot to mention it, I love his handling of my aftercare. After that, and some cuddling, we dressed and went to a local place to have a nice meal together. Next, we walked along an area called Olde Towne and bought postcards and trinkets, using terms of endearment as a couple out in public.

The next day we went back to more lectures and demonstrations. I found a latex booth and was talking to the woman. She gave me a brochure about a new product that was being shown today, which looked out of this world to me. It was a latex catsuit which covered the person from head to toe. But it also had mittens built in and attached to the arms, which had straps at the wrists so they could be locked on, so if you were in it and locked you were trapped, with no hands or fingers to take it off. In the hood, the only areas that were open freed the nose and mouth. There were clever zippers over the breasts and a zipper over the crotch that ran from front to back. I say they were clever because they had extra material deep to them that prevented the zipper teeth from catching on the skin.

I could imagine walking in a place like this with all the zippers open and not being able to see or hear while strangers touched my tits, ass or pussy. The thought made me shiver as my tummy twisted into knots of delicious humiliation. Later, when Master and I were in our room taking a nap, I sneaked out and went down to the display floor, had my measurements quickly taken, and placed an order. There was a nice discount because they were introducing the new model. It still wasn't cheap but you're only young once.

The convention was wonderful and I'll never forget it, since it was my first deep dive into Master's World. We flew back the next day, landed and got home around midday. I scurried around checking the house, happy to discover that all was in order. I found Master in the kitchen drinking a soda and I threw my arms around him and kissed him. "Thank you for a wonderful trip, Master! I had so much fun!" I uttered, loving him even more. Smiling, I looked forward to my secret order of latex. I wanted to surprise him, but soon found out that he had his own surprise for me.

We settled down to our normal routine. That is, if you can call me wearing restraints or sexy costumes and high heels to do my house duties as a 'normal' thing. But it was normal for us. Master told me, "I was very pleased with how our trip turned out, girl. I'll have to watch for any other conventions in the future that we can attend. I think you enjoyed being a model for those demonstrations, with all those people staring at you." He said that last sentence with such a suggestive, lusty voice that I almost came, just hearing it. Mainly because he was absolutely correct.

He had me sit on his lap as he brought up a video on our TV. Unknown to me, Master had taken videos of me when I was on stage demonstrating the Shibari and the belt, also as we walked through the crowds and even when I was being stared at in the cage. I had no idea so many people stopped to look at me. It made me blush and squirm in his lap as I watched the video. Soon I was still in his lap, but now squirming on his erection, to our mutual delight.

Time passed as we found ways to make each other happy and satisfied. About three weeks later I heard a 'DING' and thought at first it might be the doorbell. I ran to a front window and there was a delivery truck starting up the drive, which now had a notification device announcing if anything drove up the driveway.

The weather was warm and I was wearing only my black nylon slip and garter belt and stockings. I found it cooler to work while wearing no panties. I grabbed my robe and flew downstairs. The doorbell rang just as I reached the first floor. Checking myself, I opened the door. I experienced a little 'reverse deja vu' as the driver said, "Hello. Sorry to disturb you, but I need a signature for this box." Smiling, I signed for it and he quickly drove away.

The box was about a foot and a half square with yellow tape all over it and stickers saying 'U. S. CUSTOMS' on the top. I took the box and placed it in our living room so Master could find it as soon as he returned. Then I figured it was better to inform him, so I phoned him and told him a box had arrived for which I had to sign.

He said, "Good. I was expecting it today. Put it in my office and don't snoop or there'll be consequences -- and no testing me on this, girl. These consequences you'll not like at all."

After I hung up, I moved it into his office. Since it's his space, I don't go in there much even to clean, unless I'm told to do so. Looking around, I was surprised to see a lovely picture of me on his desk. That made me feel good as I went about my chores elsewhere in the house. I should mention that he has had a professional photographer take a few pictures under his supervision. In those pictures, I'm wearing little to nothing except for some chains and restraints. Those are on display on the walls elsewhere in our house. But the picture I saw on his desk was one of me all dressed up and looking very sexy.

He soon returned home from his errands at the computer store. When he arrived he asked me, "Well, girl, did you snoop at my package?"

I quietly replied, "No, Master. But I admit I'm very curious about the box, and what it holds."

"Good girl. Meet me in the living room in 20 minutes. I want you naked, wearing your collar and a blindfold and with your hands cuffed behind your back."

"Yes, Master," I indicated that I understood his command, and headed upstairs to get ready. I had no idea what he was planning, but I wondered if it had anything to do with the box he'd received.

After stripping and running a washcloth and towel over my body to make certain I was presentable, I put on my collar and fetched the handcuffs and the blindfold. I didn't want to look into the living room, since that might spoil his surprise. So I put the blindfold over my eyes, plunging myself into total darkness. I can handcuff my wrists behind my back very easily by touch, and did so. I then moved into the doorway, and slid my foot forward, using it to feel for the edge of the steps. Once I had that, I slid my foot sideways until it bumped the base of the banister. Then I could move closer to my foot, and with my cuffed hands feel alongside my torso until I found the railing. Then I very carefully descended the stairs, one step at a time, letting my hands grip the railing, lest I get dizzy and lean over too far.

As I reached the floor, Master, who had been observing my performance, came to me and gave me a token slap on my ass, stating, "Coming down those stairs with your hands cuffed behind you is very dangerous. You could have just worn the blindfold with your hands free for balance and gripping the railing with both hands. And then you could have applied the handcuffs when you were safely down on this floor."

I blushed as I agreed, saying, "Yes, Master. You are very correct. Thank you for being concerned about me."

He pulled me farther into the living room, stood me there and said with a grin in his voice, "I have a surprise for you. Now stand right there." I heard him walk off and then return. First, he checked my cuffs to make sure they were tight, and muttered, "Good girl." Grabbing my cuffs, he pulled my hands up behind my shoulders where he used some rope to secure them to my collar high on my back. I was really helpless, thinking he was going to play with my breasts. But then he said, "Do you remember the girl you talked to at the convention?"

I'd actually spoken to quite a few women at the convention, but I remembered most if not all of them, so I answered, "Yes, Sir."

I heard him opening the box, flap by flap, and its contents being pulled out. Then I felt something cold and metallic wrap around my waist then something else being pulled forward between my legs and snugged up in front. "Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked mentally. I realized it was probably that metal chastity belt I'd demonstrated. I felt it grow tight above my hips along with hearing a whirring sound. Then a 'beep' echoed rather loudly. It was locked tight on me!

Master then took off my blindfold and it was confirmed -- I was indeed wearing the advanced chastity belt like I'd worn at the show. As I looked up, he was standing there with his cellphone, pressing the screen. I felt the belt vibrate, causing me to jump and twist. Its vibrations were really getting me going. "Meet your new friend." he said with a big smile as I danced and tried twisting my body. But the belt never loosened its grip, and the thrilling, maddening vibrations continued.

"This is the most advanced belt in the world and a huge leap from the normal metal belts. You know I can set a timer for this," he mentioned. I looked at him, shaking my head to please not do that. "There are so many settings I want to explore."

He released my hands from my back, allowing me to grab at the belt, trying to pull it free from my body, but in addition to the shock, the belt suddenly got tighter seemingly all by itself. I shot a look of inquiry at Master.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about that anti-tampering option. Sorry, slut, it will be extra tight for one hour... then it'll go back to the start setting of tightness. Now, I have work to do so don't disturb me. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," I replied, feeling a little defeated. He went into his office and I ran to a mirror to see what it looked like. Its shiny metal reminded me of the stainless steel armor worn by the knights in some badly made movie. I was about to pull at the belt but had second thoughts -- not wanting it to shock me and get even tighter!

Master called out to me from his office, "What do you think of this setting?" A moment later I got a shock from the belt, while a voice from the belt demanded, 'DOWN ONE HOUR' followed by another shock.

He called from his office, "If you want the belt shocks to stop, get on your hands and knees, like it told you!"

I quickly dropped to my hands and knees. That stopped the shocks, but I was so humiliated in being forced to do this by the belt that I stood up. Immediately, I got shocked again! That sure taught me what not to do. This was very effective and mortifying, being ordered around by the belt. Then I realized the belt was not ordering me -- my Master was, and that transformed my embarrassment into arousal. I spent what seemed to be quite a bit of time on my hands and knees, wishing Master would come out of his office to be with me.

I became really fearful of this mode in the belt, because while one shock hurt a little, a whole series of shocks could hurt a lot! I heard a 'BEEP' sound, shivered, wondering if I was guessing correctly as I stood up slowly. No shocks -- my time was over. As I went back to my chores, I felt the belt start to vibrate, just a little. Just enough to bring me to a simmer, which made it hard to concentrate on what I was doing. I went to the basement and started to play with my tits, hoping to pleasure myself for some relief. Looking up suddenly, I saw Master standing there, holding his phone and placing a finger on the screen. The belt vibrations suddenly shifted to a high setting. Instantly, I fell to my knees, shaking with overriding waves of pleasure as my orgasm hit.

After the vibrations stopped and my mind cleared, I really felt that he could enslave me with this belt. That could indicate where my life was headed. I didn't safeword about the belt, but I sure thought hard about it.

Later that day, he said, "You'll only wear the belt if I'm away for business or if you're naughty, slut." Hearing that was actually a great relief to me, now that I was aware of the total control and humiliation the belt could dish out upon me. I pledged to be a really good girl. It wasn't that hard really -- my life with him was good and satisfying. We were happy together. All in all, my life was a happy one with my Master. I know we cared about each other, and I believe we'd come to love each other. Of course there was that added benefit that he had the extra money to buy wonderful things for me, things that enhanced pleasure for both of us.

It took longer than I expected, but my latex order from the convention finally arrived. I was all smiles when they delivered it and I hid it under my bed to surprise Master. It was hard not to open that box and look at it. I needed to check that it was correct for workmanship and size. I really wanted it to fit me like a second skin, but I dare not risk testing it at that moment, since he could arrive home at any time.

About a week later, Master announced, "Girl, I have work to do, so don't disturb me." With that, he disappeared into his office. I knew when his door was closed he might be in there for hours. This gave me the chance to go to my room and check out my new catsuit.

I was as quiet as I could be as I crept up the staircase, keeping my feet to the side of each step, where they were less likely to creak, and went to my room. Closing its door softly behind me, I knelt down, reached under the bed and silently slid the box out holding my new latex outfit. As I carefully removed the lid, the smell of latex rose from the box. I removed some wrapping paper and tissue paper. There it was! I gently lifted it out and standing up I held it against me to see how it looked. The sleeves hung down due to the built in mittens. Checking those out thoroughly, I found they were secured perfectly. I noticed the zipper in back, it ran from a little above the waist all the way up to the base of the built in hood. Quite sturdy, it looked like a heavy duty zipper. Other zippers ran from the waist in the back to the waist in the front of the suit, plus the zippers over both breasts could be zipped down.

I stared at my purchase for a long while, losing track of time. Suddenly my door opened, and i heard Master exclaim loudly, "Well, what do we have here?" Frozen in place, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

I shook my head a little to snap myself out of my spell. A little guiltily, I answered, "Oh Master. I wanted this to be a surprise for you."

Smiling he explained. "I had a feeling something was up, with you tiptoeing and sneaking around."

"This is the catsuit I looked at during the convention, Master. I just had to have it."

"I guess its cost will show up on the credit card statement if I examine it closely?"

"Yes, Master."

As I showed him the suit, he became more and more impressed. He really liked the locking mittens. "Show me how you get it on," he commanded. I handed him a slip of paper that came with the suit and he instructed me how to get into it, step by step.

He read the instructions and I followed, remembering to use a little talcum powder with latex. I put my legs in first, and wiggled the suit up over my hips... so far, so good. The next part was a little harder as I slid my arms in. They went in fine until my hands reached the mittens. Fortunately, I remembered his original instructions to me long ago. Putting my thumbs in my palms, I curled my fingers over the thumbs. This did the trick with my hands fully entering the mittens, ending up encased there.

Master said, "The instructions say a helper is pretty much required at this point." Bending forward, I aimed my head at the attached hood and Master pulled the hood down over it. It had no holes for the eyes, so all light vanished, but the nose and mouth openings were correctly positioned, allowing me to breathe and talk. As I straightened up, everything else moved into place as I raised my body. Master began pulling the back zipper up from above my waist to my neck area. It was a strange feeling, since the suit grew tighter as it closed.

He took my hand and led me blindly to the spare room in which we sometimes play. I could just sense him moving around as I stood there. Soon I felt him place that new collar around my neck, pull it snug and lock it in place. Then he lifted each of my hands so he could snug the mittens' wrists straps and lock them as well.

I just stood there trapped in my new latex suit. I could breathe OK and realized in my mind's eye I was helpless until he released me. Next, he slowly unzipped the zippers over both of my breasts so they spilled forward and also fully opened the crotch zipper. I was totally exposed and was completely aware of that fact. At that moment, I could only imagine what I looked like. But, since Master took several pictures, later I got to see for myself, which caused me to gasp loudly. The tight latex kind of squeezed everything outward, which invited attention. All my openings were on full display and my hands locked in the mittens were useless.

Master picked me up, put me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs. When we reached the first floor, I felt small tugs at the back of my neck while he attached a bell to the collar. It was placed where my hands could not reach it, and rang every time I moved. He spoke loud enough so that I'd be sure to hear him, "This way I can find you easily and keep you out of trouble."

After that, Master said, "I have to finish what I'm working on, girl." He gave my ass a slap -- easily felt through the thin latex over my butt, and must've gone back to his office. In my personal darkness, I was lost, since I was not sure where he'd set me down. I had to move very slowly and carefully, trying to 'feel' my way through those mittens!

It was so frustrating moving like that! It made me aware how much we depend on our hands, for even simple things like identifying something from its texture. I dared not move much or too fast, for fear I might crash into things or knock things over, causing more chaos. I had no sense of time, but subjectively it felt like forever. Blindly feeling my way around, I figured I must be in the dining room when I bumped into a hard object about waist high. Guessing that it must be the dining room table, I followed it until I bumped into chairs, and finally had an idea where I was.

I jumped and the bell on my collar rang a merry tune as I was interrupted by a rather loud voice, saying, "I've been watching you, since I didn't want you to get into trouble. I must say it's been most amusing!" I smiled in relief, thrilled he was there. "You look so incredibly sexy in your latex," he continued. I could feel warmth on me and it occurred to me that I must be standing in front of our double windows, with the sun shining in on me. This meant the curtains were open and I could be seen from outside! And my naughty bits were fully on display!

I started to inch away from that spot, but Master grabbed me and bent me over the table. He pulled my hands behind me and somehow secured them there. Then he pushed my legs apart and I was definitely in a position where I could be used. On exhibition or no, he was determined to have me, with or without voyeurs. And when he started, I realized I didn't care -- I was his to use. He started to lick my wet pussy and it didn't take long for his facile tongue to drive me to my edge. Whereupon, I actually screamed, "Master! Mercy! I need you inside me! Please!"

I felt open and exposed for only a moment when his tongue left my pussy. Because then my pussy registered the touch of the tip of his cock starting to part my pussy lips. He pushed in slowly, causing my head to fly up from that penetration. Maybe it was the humiliation, or maybe it was the latex squeezing the tissues around my openings... or maybe it was both. In any event, his cock actually felt like it was bigger and longer. It felt very naughty being used like this, and perhaps inspirational. He seemed very lustful and animated as he used me. I love it when he just fucks me with abandon!

He used me for a long time, I laid there enjoying his manly attention as he moved in me. He pumped in me and he fucked me good and hard. He slapped my ass playfully as I came and came, with my body jerking and writhing. Then he shot his load into my depths. Suddenly, my pussy was slick with his semen! I swam in bliss, enjoying the feeling of being filled with his sperm. So glad that he'd chosen me to be his fuck toy to give him pleasure by using me whenever he wished. As he stood me up, I could feel his sperm oozing out of me. But then he lowered me to my knees, saying, "We need to test this." Seconds later I smelled the characteristic scent of his semen as his cock touched my lips. I tasted his cum, mixed with my own, and guessed that he wanted me to clean him off. So I started licking and sucking at his dick. It'd gone partially limp after his orgasm, but my sucking was bringing it back to life.

That's when my unseeing eyes flew wide open inside my hood as Master started fucking my mouth! What started out as fellatio turned into actual face fucking, with him holding my head in place as he fucked my mouth and throat. The latex catsuit must've been turning him on as much as it did me, because he was working himself into a frenzy, careful to let me breathe and not to choke, but determined to use my mouth through that narrow hole in the latex hood. Maybe that gave him added friction because he didn't have to face-fuck me for very long before he groaned loudly as the head of his cock swelled, and then spat several ropes of his warm seed down my throat to settle in my tummy. Replete now, he pulled out of my mouth, and eased me down onto my side on the floor.

I heard him say, "I have to finish my work, then I'll be back to free you and we can go out someplace fancy to eat and celebrate your new purchase." He left me there on the dining room floor, a very happy girl.