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any scene in her past, but her eyes felt hot and
prickly. She felt a few tears squeeze through her tightly-shut
lids.
    How much more would he give her? How much
more could she take? Her ass felt huge and hot, each stripe of the
cane a throbbing weal. What she wanted more than anything was to be
joined to him physically, to take his power and mastery into her
body in the ultimate surrender. She wanted the memory of his
possession, a memory she could treasure forever. She wanted to cry,
“When will you fuck me?” but he didn’t want that. She understood
that he didn’t want her demands and greediness, her horny weakness.
He wanted her submission. He wanted her to be a pleasing,
well-behaved slave.
    So she gave him well-behaved. She groveled on
the ground, ass up, hands still, his name on her lips. Master,
Master, Master... He gave her five more strokes, solid, burning
ones, and she accepted each one of them with a dignity that came
from within, that she never really knew she had.
    “My God,” he murmured when he was done, and
she echoed him silently. My God, I never knew I had that in me.
I never felt enslaved by someone until now. She’d scened with a
few local men in the lifestyle, submitted to their barrage of toys
and playthings, clamps and whips and handcuffs and ball gags, but
it had never felt real . This man had brought out her deepest
submission with one rattan cane. He lowered it beside her head and
tapped at her cheek.
    “You made a mess of this. Clean it up.”
    Oh…wow. She opened her mouth and he
inserted the tip, watching her lick and suck it in a shameless
dramatization of what she wanted to do to his cock. Meanwhile, he
placed a hand over her spread, exposed pussy. She almost bit off a
piece of the cane when he thrust a finger deep in her cleft. His
hand was so big, his finger so thick and long. She squeezed on it
but she didn’t dare hump it the way she wanted to.
    Then the finger was gone. She saw his boxer
briefs hit the floor, and she heard him putting on a condom. She
turned to see his thick cock jutting out from a thatch of dark
hair. Her breath caught in anticipation.
    “Are you done cleaning that off?” he asked,
inspecting the cane. “Good. Now hold it between your teeth, to
remind you about the perils of being greedy with Master’s
cock.”
    He drew her head back by her hair and made
her open wide, and set the cane far back in her teeth so it acted
as both gag and reminder. Don’t be greedy. Don’t do anything.
Let him manipulate you.
    He rearranged her on her hands and knees,
still holding her hair so her chest was lifted off the floor. “Now,
stay,” he said. “My pretty little plaything.”
    And then he played with her, until her teeth
ground against the rattan barrier in her mouth. He traced her sore
cane marks, taking his time to study every one, then slid two
fingers into her pussy. Then three. It wasn’t only the fullness
that aroused her, but the aggressive, careless way he did it. She
truly was his plaything, his toy to poke and explore at will. He
didn’t touch her clit, which was certainly on purpose. “You’re so
wet, little slave. So tight and hot and wet down there. What about
here?”
    He withdrew from her pussy and pressed a
finger against the tight ring of her ass. She tensed but he drove
it in anyway, using the copious wetness of her pussy to ease the
way. She squirmed and twisted as he pressed deeper. “Enough,” he
said sharply. “Whose pleasure do you serve?”
    “Yours, Master,” Sara whimpered, going still.
But oh… wow . He resumed his “pleasure” while she shook and
accepted it. “Very, very tight,” he said in an approving voice,
when she was fully impaled. “Nice and tight for Master. I wonder if
you could handle two fingers?”
    She waited in a silent panic as he withdrew
the first finger and added another. She felt discomfort,
stretching. A bit of fear. What if he tried to put his cock in
there? She’d done anal before, but not with any