Kajiradreams

Fear and panic is setting in now. I’ve just got through customs and I know that when I walk down this corridor my Master will be waiting. I feel sick.

For Gods sake sit down you silly bitch and get a grip on yourself…

I run the palms of my hands down my skirt, calming myself before I force my legs to walk forward. I can feel the stockings on my thighs underneath. …deep breath…. I dressed many hours ago in another country for my Master, the kids at their dads on holiday for a week while I come over here, to be with my Master for the very first time. I had dressed carefully in the early hours. Black heeled shoes, skin coloured hold-up lace topped stockings which are hugging my thighs, black knee length skirt, bra and white blouse. As usual I had no panties on. I hate wearing them most of the time, loving the feel of the air caressing my skin, the feeling of being open and free… Until now that is. Just now I feel extremely conscious of my lack of panties, just now It is making me feel extremely vulnerable. Nervous. Wet.

Oh shit.
I cannot delay any longer. Part of me wants so desperately to run in there, run into his arms, to where I belong. I can feel his presence close by, closer than I have ever felt him before and it has m insides wound up into a tight coil. The other half of me is scared witless. What will he think of me? will he still feel the same when he sees me in the flesh? will he approve of my choice of clothes? What does he have planned? Will he hurt me? Will he be able to dominate me as deeply as I need him to? Will he be harsh with me to start with or will he be lenient for a day or two? What if we don’t gel?…. Oh sweet Jesus, stop thinking you silly woman and move.

I shouldn’t be worrying really, this has been planned for a while – discussed in part, and the panic stops the instant I see him standing there watching me. His smile sends butterflies cascading through my stomach as I walk towards him and in moments I am stood gazing into the intense eyes of my Assassin. Time may as well stand still because I have seen this moment so many times in dreams, but nothing could prepare me for the sheer strength of the feelings that fill me as he holds me in his arms and kisses me slowly and deeply. Grinning and looking into my eyes he whispers “welcome home” almost at the same time I whisper “I love you”. I am glad he is holding me tight, my legs feel like jelly and nothing exists save my Master, my body wants to kneel to him, to submit and I don’t know how much control I have over it, especially as his hand on my back under my blouse feels like a lit match held to dry tinder.

He guides me though the airport and I don’t want to let go, I need his touch and the world passes by unnoticed. I am in his protective arms, and I cling to his hand, his waist – anything, I just need that contact like an addict needs their drugs.

I don’t know how we got here, I don’t care, but the door of the apartment closes behind me and my nerves are back. I am stood still, facing into the apartment and I dare not move. I don’t know what is expected of me. He stands behind me, his fingers moving my hair slowly aside, baring my neck and I shiver at the touch, moving my head to give clearer access. His lips brushing softly against my neck and his hands resting possessively on my hips. my eyes close as a whimper escapes my lips and I lean backwards into him. I can feel his hard cock straining against his jeans, pressing against my ass and my pussy feels swollen, dripping wet with desire and need and lust.

His hands move slowly over my body and he starts unfastening the buttons on my blouse, slipping it from my shoulders and letting it fall to one side. I am reminded that he wants me naked in his home and just now I am so aroused I have no ability to be self conscious. Moving around and in front of me, he removes my bra and my breasts are now free, bared to him and my nipples which were straining against the fabric are now hard and stood proud against his hands. My own hands sliding over his chest, his t shirt, feeling his body beneath his clothes yet I dare not try to remove them – he wants me naked, he will choose when I can feel his flesh.

I moan into his mouth as his fingers tug and pinch hard on my breasts before he is standing back looking at me as his hands slide down, pushing my skirt down over my hips so it falls at my feet. I move, lifting my feet and shoving the skirt to one side, slipping my shoes off at the same time. I am stood before him now, naked except the stockings, wet and aroused and shaking with need and desire. I cannot stand much longer and my fingers are grazing over his  t shirt and jeans, rubbing slowly against his bulge, his hard cock that I can feel straining for release and I drop to my knees before him. My thighs spread wide apart as I know he will demand and my head bows as I lift my wrists to him, crossing them in supplication to him alone. How many women in their deepest darkest desires have fantasized about doing this and refuse to admit it? I know I will not be allowed to hide my inner thoughts from him, I am owned.

I feel a hand wrap around my wrists and his other slides fingers along my cheek and under my chin, lifting my head so I see his smile and the love in his eyes. “Good girl” he says to me then as he unzips his jeans and frees his beautiful cock from the constraint he says he can smell my hunger and that I may feed. I need no telling twice. His thick purple head is inches from my face and I move closer, slowly licking his shaft from its base to the head, my wrists still captured in his hand and I lick and nibble his head, hearing him groan low as I tease him, tasting him and waiting to feel him rock his hips in need. When he does I welcome his thick hard shaft sliding into my mouth, murmuring the words “my Master” as it does. My pussy is throbbing in need of release and I feel my Masters hand wrapping tightly in my hair, holding my head still as he fucks my mouth, taking his pleasure and with it, causing my release, my thighs becoming slick with juices and they drip onto the carpet. my shudders causing his release as he groans loudly, spurting his thick seed down my throat and mouth. I lick his cock clean, savouring the taste of my Master and he pats my head calling me a good girl and lifts me to my feet, holding me close and leading me further into the apartment. He let’s me go then as he moves to the kitchen and boils the kettle. “You will be thirsty after your flight. Let’s have a coffee and relax”.

Now I feel awkward and I suspect that is on purpose. I stand close to him as he busies about. I know that by tomorrow at the latest, this will be my task, my duty and I watch trying to remember how he makes his coffee, so I don’t have to ask when he finally tells me to make him one. We sit relaxing and chatting while we drink coffee. Him sat on the sofa and I on the floor between his feet. I don’t want to sit beside him, I want to sit at his feet and he accepts where I sit without question as if it is as he expected. I am glad. I rest my head on his thigh and he strokes my hair as we talk about mundane everyday stuff. I feel as if I am finally home and he uses my mouth again. His seed this time tainted with the taste of the coffee I have been drinking.

Later he takes me to his bedroom. There he is no longer controlled. Our passion and need for each other ignites like a blazing inferno and I cry with pleasure and pain as he takes me hard, raping my ass unrelentingly, bruising my breasts with his hands and biting my back and neck as I cry out, bucking in feral need. All pretense of any remaining vanilla sensibilities lost as my Master uses me, claiming his ownership outright and marking my body over and over again as his. Demanding I give him myself in totality and I willingly surrendering to his will. My nails raking deep red furrows down his back as we make love and he claims every single inch of me bar my pussy, the one part that now craves him most. He cums shuddering violently into my ass, filling me again with his seed and collapsing on top of me, his fingers rubbing against my clit, forcing me to yield again, coating his fingers with sticky liquid.

Turning me, he kisses me tenderly before slowly licking his fingers clean, grinning before studying me carefully. I get nervous as he does, unsure of what he is contemplating, knowing that he is my Master and whatever he demands I will do, regardless of how unpleasant it may be. Kissing me again I can taste myself on his lips and instantly I am trembling with need again. Grinning, knowing exactly what he is purposely denying me, he tells me to clean his cock. I hesitate, it has been deep in my ass several times now and I know it will taste of that. His eyes flash briefly and I know I must obey. I whisper “yes Master” and slide down his body, kissing and licking down his chest, delaying what I must do. He utters a low growl of pleasure and reminds me quietly that I am owned, that I am his alone and he is my Master who must be obeyed, as I close my eyes and lick and suck his cock clean, tasting my ass on him, rolling my tongue around his shaft, needing to make sure I obey him well. I am tired and aroused and spent and needy and my head is spinning with so many different emotions right now. When he is satisfied he grasps my hair and pulls me back into his arms, cuddling and touching slowly as we fall asleep, bodies spent and needing to recharge for a while.

He tells me quietly he will not take me fully today, I will have to earn his use of my pussy and I groan in need and frustration. I sleep, restless and in need and we spend the night moving between passionate sex and sleep.

In the morning I wake in his arms, watching for a while the Man I love as he sleeps. Smiling, remembering old conversations, I wriggle gently from his arms and slide down his body, brushing my lips down over his chest and across his stomach, licking and sucking gently at his skin as I near what I seek and I wake him with my lips around his throbbing cock as he grasps at my hair and spurts his seed in my mouth as I swallow eagerly.

Morning my Master…
Morning my loveslut…

His hands are possessive and confident on my body, he touches what he owns and he makes me feel it, causing fire to burn deep in my veins and he decides we need to shower. Washing my Masters body, soaping him intimately and hearing his groans as he hardens in my hand is bliss. He returning the pleasure, slowly soaping me, touching me and washing me until I feel like a feral animal and I am begging him to use me. Turning me around. With his arm resting against my back so my breasts are pushed against the cold tiles and spreading my legs as he runs his fingers between my legs over my clit, dipping in my begging pussy and then sliding into my asshole. Moaning and whimpering in need, lifting my pussy to him he slaps my ass hard with his hand stinging me and causing me to cry out in unexpected pain. Kneading my buttocks, sliding his fingers again inside me as before and my body raises to him again instinctively. Again he slaps my ass – stinging and biting pain, and again and again until I have tears on my cheeks and my ass is bright red and I am begging him to stop…… Please my Master….. Please…. Breathing hard against my ear I can feel his erection as he shoves it hard up my ass again. I shudder and my knees buckle as he fucks me hard and fast, making me orgasm as I feel his cock pulsing his seed deep into my ass again.

We whisper our love as we dry each other and he goes back into the bedroom and I help him dress. I make him a coffee and toast and I know with certainty this is where I belong, with this Man, with my soul. He says we are going out soon and I ask him where but he just grins and says it is a surprise. I go into the bedroom and open my case so he can choose what he wants me to wear. I stand looking into space, I feel a little lost without contact and being able to touch my Master and it stuns me a little that I feel like this; then I feel his arms slide around me and everything is okay again. He chooses some clothes and watches me get dressed as he leans on the doorway. I am a little nervous about going outside now, I can feel the bruises on my back and shoulders and breasts where my Master has bit me or kneaded my skin hard yesterday as he claimed me and we began to sate our needs of one another.

He takes me out for a walk, I hold tight to my Masters hand as we walk through a park, leaning into one another and kissing at every opportunity like two lovestruck teenagers. The fresh air and being outside makes me feel alive and I enjoy teasing and playing with my Master, sneaking touches of him intimately as often as I dare, making him want me and not really caring about what punishment he may dream up later. We grab something to eat while we are out and on our way back my Masters calls by a shop. I feel my cheeks burning bright red when I see what sort of shop it is, but he takes me in and despite my initial embarrassment we pick out a paddle which will be used if I earn his punishment. As we walk back home now I am nervous about what is to come, but when we get back he pins me to the door as it shuts and we kiss passionately, able to express our needs fully again.

I know I am not allowed to be clothed here so I ask my Master if I may go and undress again and he let’s me. As I place my clothes away tidily he is leaning back in the doorway, watching me again, this time with the paddle in hand. I look at him. I know that will hurt when he uses it and I don’t want to feel that pain, but I do… I want him to teach me his Mastery. He grins knowingly. He can see what I am thinking and sees no reason to disturb that train of thought just yet. I consciously finish what I am doing and go and kneel in front of him, instinctively kissing his hand which holds the paddle and bowing my head.

He laughs quietly. “Yes my pet it will hurt when you feel it and we both know you will earn it sooner or later. And you will feel it’s bite this week so you will be aware of what my displeasure feels like. Better to know now than later.” I nestle close, pressing my head against his jean clad thigh. I have felt the belt he currently wears in my dreams as well and know without asking he will give me have a taste of that as well before he contemplates using it. I shudder. I feel weak and vulnerable on my knees before him, naked. But I know he wants me this way, that it gives him pleasure and I like the way my body responds openly to him, how I have nothing to hide behind, no barriers between my Master and me. “Yes Master” I murmur quietly “I need to feel it before I earn it, it will be a deterrent then, even if I dread it just now.” Master slides his hand through my hair and gives me the paddle. “Place it on the table my pet and then come here, I have something else for you to learn first”

I do as he asks and he leads me to the bathroom. He tells me to kneel and I do so, parting my thighs wide instinctively. He unfastens his jeans and holds his flaccid cock in front of me, inches from my face and let’s my realisation of what is about to happen sink in. He tells me I need to learn the taste of my Master, and I bow my head. “you need to learn to recognise my smell and taste, the smell and taste of your owner” and he wraps his hand in my hair and lifts my head so I cannot move. As I say “yes Master” he starts to pee on me, on my face and in my hair. His urine flows down my face and enters my mouth and I start to cry. it flows down between my breasts and over my belly, pooling on the floor between my thighs. It tastes pungent and I don’t like it, but he holds me still and my body reacts to him regardless. My nipples harden and my pussy becomes wet and throbs with its yet unsatisfied need. I look at my Master, my face wet from his pee and he releases his grip on my head and runs his finger under my jaw telling me he loves me. I shouldn’t be needy, I shouldn’t be aroused by this but I am and he sees it in my eyes and tells me to feed on his cock and I do, licking and sucking his urine flavoured cock as it hardens in my mouth and I am shaking and moaning as my Master releases once again his seed into my mouth. His urine has dried on my skin and he lifts me into his arms and takes me to the bed, laying me down and standing looking at me. Stripping his clothes away he lays beside me, touching, kissing, exploring slowly… Igniting the fires in both of us as we take time to explore each others bodies, pleasure building in both of us until we can take it no more… my Master as he rubs his fingers over my mound, grazing his nails over my clit and dipping his fingers slowly in and out of my wet cove until I can stand it no more.. my hand wrapped around his hard shaft, stroking him slowly, fingers grazing and caressing his balls before rubbing gently against his head with each stroke.. He covers me, parting my thighs and entering my wet engorged pussy slowly, sinking deep into me and I find myself both lost and found in his arms. Crying his name over and over as he claims this last part of me and I know I belong to no one else….

….And so endeth the second day…