From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)

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Subject: MRWADE.277 - Her Beginning - Chapter Four (D/s,ritual,M/f)

Date: 14 Oct 1995 08:07:49 GMT

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MRWADE.277                                               By Master Wade











                              Her Beginning


   


                               Chapter Four


   


   


        After resting, Master and slave showered together.  Finding 


   the Cuban girl's naked and wet body exciting him, her Master 


   pushed her against the shower wall and took her roughly from 


   behind with the ferocity of a rape, his fist holding a handful of 


   her long dark hair, his other hand full of tit which he squeezed 


   mercilessly.  He slammed himself into her, and when he had poured 


   yet another load of Master cum into her, he turned her to him and 


   kissed her mouth hard under the biting sting of the shower.


   


        "Master?", the slavegirl said, as she dropped the hem of her 


   skirt, letting it fall to cover her stockinged legs. Her breasts 


   were still bare, and he stared at them.


        "Yes, little piece?", he replied, watching her.


        "This is better than I thought it would be. I am a very happy 


   girl."  She held her hands in front of her at her waist, her legs 


   slightly apart, the red high heels making the calves look 


   wonderfully firm and tight.  Her hair was dry now, and there was 


   fresh Maria on her lips. The nipples were firm and tight.


        "This is just the beginning for you, tit girl," he said, 


   reminding her that she was fully clothed except for the top part 


   of her body.  He saw her smile slightly.


        "I know, Master.  My training really begins now, doesn't it?"


        "Yes. You come to me as a virgin in many ways.  In most ways, 


   in fact.  And I am claiming those other ways as my own as well. It 


   will be as if you have never fucked before.  You are a little girl 


   slave girl piece who comes to your Master to learn to be a 


   pleasing girl to men and women."


        "And my son, Master? Is he to become the product of a virgin 


   birth?"  Her humor and the Spanish accent pleased him, and she 


   knew it did.


        "We shall refer to that as a result of artificial 


   insemination, my little comedian with the round breasts," Master 


   Wade said.


        "Ahhhh, and so it was, my handsome Master. And I am to have 


   many more such artificial inseminations in the days to come, am I 


   not?"


        "Without a doubt, my little cum eater."  The slavegirl 


   smiled.


        "Master?", she asked, looking down at her fingertips.


        "Yes, precious?"


        "Make me into the best slave I can be. Please?"


        "I will. The very best."


        "I want that very much, Master.  And not only in sexual ways. 


   Make me obey you and honor you in every way and always. I need 


   your discipline, Master."


        "You have disobeyed me in the past, haven't you?"


        "Yes, Master. I am sometimes a stubborn girl."


        "You want the punishment now, don't you?"


        "No, Master. I had hoped you would forget those times."


        "Did I tell you that I would forget them?"


        "No, Master."


        "Didn't I say that you would be held accountable for them?"


        "Yes, Master."


        "Perhaps you would prefer that I set a date of next Tuesday 


   as the time for you to recieve your punishement."


        "Next year would be nice, Master," she said, failing this 


   time to humor him.


        Master Wade rose from his chair and took wrist cuffs from his 


   leather bag. He walked to the girl and began placing them on her 


   small wrists.  The black leather cuffs with chrome d-rings looked 


   good on her arms.  He took the leather collar from the dresser and 


   placed it back around her neck.


        "Master, I'm very sorry that I disobeyed you," the girl said, 


   her voice soft. She trembled slightly, unsure about what was 


   happening to her.


        "I know," was his only reply as he tied lengths of nylon rope 


   through the d-rings on the wrist cuffs.  When he had done this, 


   Master Wade took ankle cuffs from the bag and placed them on the 


   girl's ankles.  She stood quietly, accepting this from him, her 


   breasts still bare, the nipples hard as stones.


        "I haven't done those things again, Master," she said, 


   pleading her case, but knowing that nothing would stop him. It was 


   only mercy she sought.


        Master Wade led Maria out of the bedroom and into the 


   living room of the suite.  He positioned her so that she was 


   facing the dining table and tied her ankles to the table legs, 


   helping her to step widely apart so that he could draw the ropes 


   up smartly.  The skirt stetched against her thighs and rode up to 


   reveal more of her beautiful legs. He ran his hand up one leg to 


   her crotch and wiped his fingers through it, feeling wetness 


   behind the silky fabric.


        "Bend over," he said, taking the ropes which were attached to 


   the wrist cuffs in his hands and walking to the other end of the 


   table.  The slave bent forward until her breasts were pressed 


   against the cold table top as her Master tied each rope to the 


   other two legs of the table.


        "I love you, Master," she said, her voice showing fear of 


   what he was going to do to her. She raised her head to watch him 


   walk back into the bedroom, knowing that he had gone to get the 


   leather paddle which he had often spoken of, but which she had 


   never seen before.  He came back in, carrying it, and her eyes 


   grew wide as she saw it's length and the thickness of the wide 


   leather straps which extended from the stag handle.  "Master, I'm 


   really soooo sorry," she said, whimpering slightly as he moved 


   behind her and began raising her skirt to her waist.


        Master Wade tucked the hem of the skirt into the slavegirl's 


   waistband, so as to completely bare her ass and the rest of her 


   thighs to him.  He took the top of her panties in his hands and 


   slid them almost to her knees, smiling as they stretched tightly 


   between her legs, and as he saw the damp stain her leaking hole 


   had made on them.  He caressed her ass cheeks and ran his fingers 


   through her sex once more.


        "Fuck me, Master, please," the girl said, moving her ass 


   sexily, hoping yet to change his mind, and also needing just what 


   she asked for.


        "Do you know the ways you disobeyed me, my Cuban whore?", he 


   asked, fingering her pussy.


        "Yes, Master. I know."


        "Tell them to me," he said, removing his fingers from her and 


   wiping the cunt juice on the girl's naked ass.


        The slavegirl recounted one of her failures, avoiding any 


   attempt at justifying her actions. 


        "And this is something that my slave will never do again, is 


   it not?", he asked, his voice firm and strong.


        "Never, Master. I will never do that again, I promise, 


   Master!"


        The paddle landed hard on the girl's right buttocks, the 


   sound of leather hitting girl ass filling the otherwise quiet 


   room.


        "Ohhhhh!!", she cried out, turning her head back toward him, 


   trying to see the paddle.  She saw the arm come back again and was 


   beginning to ask for him not to hit her with it again when it 


   landed a second time, this time on the other cheek, just as 


   forcefully as the first.


        Picking up the pace, the girl's Master paddled the slave, 


   making her cry out with each landing of the wide leather on her 


   naked skin. Four, five, six times the paddle struck her, then 


   seven, eight, nine, ten.


        "How else did you disobey your Master?", he asked, pausing to 


   hear her voice and to finger fuck her some more.


        Her answer came in a flurry of words. Her hips burned hotly 


   and there were tears on her cheeks.  She pleaded, but the paddling 


   began again, the force even and the same as before, the count 


   rising until it reached ten yet another time.


        There were more confessions and more paddlings, and finally, 


   when all had been accounted for, Master Wade quickly untied her 


   and guided her to the couch where he pulled her down beside him 


   and held her in his arms.  She sobbed against his chest, as he ran 


   his fingers through her beautiful long hair and kissed the top of 


   her head.


        "I love you, my precious slavegirl," he said, softly, his own 


   eyes brimmed with tears.  "Are you my girl?"


        "Yes, Master," she said, softly, her voice still trembling 


   and choked with tears.


        "Was I unfair or too severe in my punishment of you?", he 


   asked, holding her more tightly.


        "No, Master. I was a bad slave, and deserved your 


   punishment."


        "And now you begin again, cleansed of your failures as my 


   slave. And you will obey me and do those things which you know are 


   pleasing to your Master, won't you?"


        "Yes, Master. I will."


        "I know you will," he said, kissing her again.


        "Master?", she asked, quietly, the tears ending.


        "Yes?"


        "Thank you for punishing your girl."


   


        Master Wade lifted the beautiful Cuban girl's head and kissed 


   her mouth softly for a very long time.  Then, laying her back on 


   the couch, and raising one of her legs to place it's ankle on the 


   back of the couch, he opened his fly and put his member inside her 


   once more, taking her slowly and deeply, yet another time.


   


   Continued in MRWADE.278....