"Do my fingers feel good in your pussy you little slut?"

"Oh yes Master, you please me Master."

He had three fingers buried deep inside my pussy, fucking me fast and furious with them making my juices splatter across his hands and down the back of my thighs. His other hand snaked its way between us to insert one of its fingers in my ass. Oh god, it felt so good, the two movements contradicting each other, the pain of insertion making me wetter, for pain was what I craved, what I needed most. Especially from my Master, for no other owned my collar, its comforting presence around my throat was proof of my enslavement. I could feel his cock through his slacks, hard for me as always, I rubbed my ass back against it, wanting it buried deep inside of me, whichever orifice he chose mattered not, as long as he gave it to me.

"You dare to try pleasing yourself against me?"

He roughly withdrew his fingers from my spasming pussy, and brought his wet fingers to my nipples, only to squeeze and tug harshly at them, making me cry out with the agony of his tweaking fingers.
His fingers continued their travels and ended up caressing my lips, parting them, stroking them, till he shoved 3 of his pussy-coated fingers down my throat.

"Suck yourself off me bitch, taste what I do to you."

I gagged a bit, but did as I was ordered, suckling his fingertips, using my tongue to lick myself off him.

He released his cock from its hiding place in his slacks; I could feel its hardness persistently trying to find it's way into my ass. However, he did not. Just rubbed it up and down my cheeks, penetrating just the crack, his precum moistening me making his journeys more tolerable. Fingers still fucking my mouth, and my ass, he continued to dry hump me calling out his pet names for me, hissing them in my ear, what a bad girl I was that my body was not my own to pleasure, but his, and only his. His breath hot in my ear, against my neck, his rich deep voice reverberating off my heart, his body pressing against mine, his controlling me. All of it was enough to send my body into orgasm, the waves of cum racking at my body with its intensity. As soon as the last shiver came and went, Master removed himself from me, slapped my ass two times hard, and told me to continue with my chores.

"Yes Master, thank you for the wonderful orgasm."

He smiled, pleased I had remembered my role, and knew what to say to him. I had learned my lesson well, becoming a good slave worthy of my Masters love and affection.

As I washed the last vestiges of dishes from this morning's breakfast, I remembered the first time I laid my eyes upon his godliness.

We were both hailing the same cab, but not realising it seeing we were doing so from opposite sides of the street. I had opened the door mere seconds after he had, with doors open and bodies poised we both just looked at one another across the back seat of the cab. His eyes immediately captured mine and held them.

"Where are you going?" He asked in a deep baritone voice that shook me to my core.

He was making me stutter a habit I thought I had dropped in grade school!

I cleared my throat and tried again.

"I am going to 45'th Street and Main." There I sounded normal.

"I'm going in that direction as well, we will share." And with that he sat down, indicating with a small wave of his hand that I should do the same. The cabby was watching our exchange in the rearview mirror an amused look on his face.

I did as I was told, smoothing my skirt after positioning myself as close to the window as I could. This stranger, this {God, scared me for some reason. I knew not why, only that he had penetrated me completely with just a look, a few words, and a beautiful face. I stole a quick glance at him from the corner of my eye, his profile in shadow from the passing streetlights. His beautiful chiseled jaw, full pouty lips just made for kissing, piercing blue eyes and dark curly hair that fell across his forehead making me want to reach up and brush it back. I sighed quietly. Never before had a man affected me in such a way. I could feel myself getting excited at just being so close to so fine a specimen.

I turned my head to watch the sites go by in a blur, trying not to think of my companion, trying to concentrate instead of what I would do when I got home. Nothing. There was nothing to do, I lived by myself, and there was no one to go home to, no one to cook for, and no one to help pass the time.

I was about to sigh again, when I felt his hand on my knee. I froze, not knowing what to do. This stranger was touching me, never before had I allowed a man to touch me, and yet, and yet my body was reacting. I immediately felt a stirring inside of me, a need to part my legs and invite him with my reactions to go higher. I wanted him. I was surprising myself with this wantonness! His hand was hot, the heat making its way up my body to my face where I could feel my cheeks reddening. I did not know what to do. I should turn to him indignantly and demand he remove his hand from my knee. Nevertheless, I did not, instead I continued to look out the window, not acknowledging his touch, hoping, and praying he would not take his hand away. He did not. Instead he started to massage my knee lightly, then moved a bit higher on my thigh, his touch light but firm. I felt my nipples getting hard and pressing against my blouse. He continued till his palm was caressing my thigh about half way up. He was not speaking either, and another quick glance told me he too was staring out the window as if he were totally oblivious to the fact his hand was causing my pussy to drip thick cream into my chaste panties. My entire body was concentrating on his hand, willing it to do more than just rub the same spot with lazy distraction, but to touch my core, to enter me. Again I was shocked at myself; I was still a virgin, never allowing a man to get near me. I did not like men and their Neanderthal ways, and I knew I emitted this attitude in waves of contempt for no man dared to approach me. Until now,
this God knew not that I was cold, that I was monastic that I was burning with intense desire for him.

Then he made his move, with one fast motion his hand was under my skirt placed firmly against my inner thigh just shy of touching my panties. I gasped audibly this time, taken by surprise with such a bold action. And against my will, my thighs parted inviting him to get closer to his goal. However, he did not, just pressed my thigh hard, rhythmic and persistent. He was close enough to my centre that every pressure he applied caused my labia to part, thereby causing my clitoris to feel the friction. I could feel the onset of an orgasm, starting in my belly warming me, heating my breasts draining my will. Moreover, within moments, without his hand ever moving from its claimed territory on my thigh, I achieved an orgasm, the smell instantly filling the cab, causing the cabby to look back at us in alarm. I ignored his looks; still staring out the window slightly ashamed but at the same time very excited by what had just happened. His voice carried across the back seat to land on my ears like a caress.

"I am going to a small dinner party, would you care to join me?"

"Y-y-yes." I stammered in reply. I could not begin to sort out my feelings at this moment, but I knew I could not leave him, could not in fact live my life without him. If it meant going to a dinner party with this stranger, with this God, then that are what I would do.

Wordlessly he brought my hand to his lips, kissed them lightly and smiled into my eyes.

"Good". He replied, looking into my soul and capturing my heart in his eyes.

Not knowing where we were going, but more than willing to be led wherever and whenever with the Master of my body, I prepared myself for the next story.