Katherine:
I began the second day of my new life curled in the arms of my Master, His hand
cupping my buttock as if to proclaim to the world His total possession of me.
Already, even in the dim light of morning, I can feel the hard thrust of His
arousal digging into my belly and know that breakfast will be late.
Smiling, I think back on yesterday's fruit orgy. How could something so
innocent become the object of such intense eroticism? Will we repeat our
breakfast seduction this morning, I wonder...or will the Captain have other
plans?
He is a puzzle to me, my Captain. One moment He sparks a flame in me that
threatens to consume both body and soul... and the next, He touches and nurtures
until the very angels could weep over His tender mercies. A living
paradox...and I am His. I've been blessed beyond comprehension.
I feel Him begin to stir as the first rays of morning penetrate the blinds and
kiss His eyelids. I lift my hand, shading Him from the forces of nature, my
eyes exploring the unclothed landscape before me.
He exudes masculinity, my Captain, His body calling out for the touch of my
hand...but I must resist. I kept Him awake much too long last night. I mustn't
be selfish. He needs His rest.
And yet...
My hand moves as though drawn to His sleeping form, His body, so peaceful in
repose, now open to my intimate inspection.
A finger...just one. Would that be so bad? I'll be gentle...let Him sleep.
He'll never know how silly I am...
I begin with His face, now muted with the shade of my hand, His lips full and
inviting...nested in a sea of morning stubble. I swallow, my own lips longing
for the soft contact of His. Oh...how spoiled I've become in so short a time!
My inspection continues.
But what's that? On His shoulder...is that a tattoo? How could I have missed
that yesterday? Was my mind so preoccupied that I could have overlooked it so
completely?
Yes...it was. I blush.
I must touch it...I must. Slowly my finger descends, tracing the curved pattern
as I feel the warmth of His body seep through my fingertip. I have visions of
Him now in some exotic place...tiny needles piercing His flesh as the design
comes to life. It speaks to me in muted whispers...a tale of long ago...a piece
of Him...and now a piece of me. Someday I must ask Him...
I continue...downward...downward until my vision is filled with the burgeoning
jut of His sex, straining passively with an early morning arousal. Even now it
amazes me that something so massive could be so completely engulfed by my own
diminutive body. Nature is indeed a puzzle. Will I ever understand it? Will
my Captain teach me all the mysteries that life has denied me? I know without
hesitation that the answer is yes...and it fills me with a sense of fulfillment
unsurpassed in my young lifetime.
I lick my fingertip now, running it gently across the smooth surface of His
knob. It moved! I'm amazed, I thought he was asleep! I look upward, scanning
for signs of wakefulness, but no. He still sleeps. Puzzled, I touch
again...and again I feel His shaft jerk quickly away from my fingertip.
Amazing!
Emboldened, I lick both my thumb and forefinger and attempt to hold Him
fast...curiosity overcoming caution as I delicately manipulate His foreskin. I
lick my lips once again, the scent of His body drawing me closer...closer...
"I'm going to teach you something, Katherine, " he says, His voice causing me to
jump in surprise. What must he think of me, I wonder. Will he be angry? Will
he want me gone?
Slowly he rises and takes a seat in the leather chair beside the bed, His sex
hard and exposed... His expression heated and hungry.
"I want you here, Katherine...between my knees...on the floor."
I pause but a heartbeat. He wants me...He wants me! My lessons continue.
Quickly I take my position, paying careful attention to His every direction, my
flesh prickling in anticipation.
"I'm going to teach you how to please me, Katherine. You're obviously ready,"
He smiles. "So you want to taste me. Eh? I like that, but let me teach you the
proper way to go about it. If I train you right from the start, there won't be
any need to break you of bad habits later, Little One. Are you listening
carefully?"
I nod, eager to please Him, to become what He wants me to be...all that he
desires.
"Good," he smiles. "I want you to place your lips around the
foreskin...here...tightly, then slide it back with your mouth as I enter you."
He strokes my cheek, His touch reassuring me, relaxing me. "Then," he
continues, "I'm going to guide your head between my legs and tell you what to do
next. Do you understand?"
Mutely I nod, my eyes feasting on His engorged member, my lips wet with desire.
Then, firmly I take His sex into my mouth and fasten upon His foreskin...sliding
it back as His hardened flesh penetrates my yearning cavern.
Wonderful!
His taste...incredible! I begin to probe the tiny eye at the tip of His knob
with my tongue, swirling it around the head
as my Captain sifts His fingers through my long, unbound hair. Suddenly He
grasps it...tightly...and begins to thrust deeper into my mouth. I'm startled
at first...so much...so much! And then He begins to speak, His voice filling my
consciousness...easing my panic.
"Relax, Katherine," He begins. "Let yourself go. Just let it slide in and
out...filling you...probing that warm, wet mouth of yours."
He's pumping harder now, His penis battering the back of my throat as he grips
my hair tighter and tighter...pulling me roughly toward Him...pounding
relentlessly.
"And now, Little One, I want you to do something for me," He directs, His voice
ragged and uneven. "I want you to relax your throat muscles...let them open
wide and inviting. I'm going to teach you how to drive a man wild with
desire...how to take him deep into your throat...all the way in, Katherine. Are
you ready?"
Again I nod, but this time my eyes give me away. What if I can't...what if I
can't?
Silently then, deep in concentration, my Captain tips my head back, stroking my
throat and continues to thrust... deeper this time, more demandingly until
finally my face is pressed up against His pubic hair...my chin against His
balls. I begin to gag, but He strokes my throat once more and continues to pump
with singular determination.
"I'm going to come in your throat, Katherine," He rasps, leading me yet a step
further. "And I want you to swallow what I give you...all of it. Do you
understand?" He asks.
Again I nod, my throat too full to respond properly, and He groans in
satisfaction.
Amazed, I feel Him intensify His efforts...plunging now deep into my
throat...His cock hard and massive as it plunders me...and then I taste Him. He
floods across my tongue, down my throat as I attempt to swallow His salty
offering. He moans and crushes me to Him, my breathing halted by His
overwhelming presence in my throat, and yet I continue to swallow.
Finally, licking the last of His seed from His member I look upward for my
reward...and find it. He seems amazed that it went so well, but how could it
not? My Captain is a teacher without peer, and I am His avid pupil. Is success
not the inevitable product?
Smiling again, He draws me up into His lap and holds me against the rapid
beating of His heart. I luxuriate in the warmth of His approval, snuggling
against His chest as though tomorrow will be forever distant from us.
"I'm going to play a little game with you today, Katherine," He begins, His
voice a low rumble in His chest. "I want you to dress now...something loose,
and leave off the bra and panties. We're going out."
I'm confused, but I obey, and soon I stand before Him clad in a short, light
sundress, my sex and breasts unfettered, my feet bound in white open-toed
sandals.
He examines me with approval, His hand searching beneath my skirt to be sure
I've followed His instructions precisely.
He nods, His eyes dark and intense, then leads me down the beach to the crest of
a hill about a thousand yards away, and there we stop.
"Now, Katherine. This is what I want you to do," he directs. "When I tell you
to run, I want you to sprint towards the beach as though all hell was after you.
I'll be right behind you...chasing you...trying to catch you, and when I do I'm
going to pretend to rape you."
It's my turn to smile now. How can He forcibly take that which I offer to Him
willingly? It isn't possible!
He scowls. "Take this seriously, Katherine. Wrap your mind around it...I mean
it. I'm going to rape you. Hard. I'm going to hurt you, and I want you to
fight back...to struggle. Are you following?"
My smile vanishes, but not my excitement. I'm aroused! Incredible! The
thought of my Captain brutally forcing Himself upon me causes a gnawing wetness
to grow between my thighs...a trembling knot to form in the pit of my stomach.
He's my Captain...my savior...or is He?
Quickly I turn and begin to race down the slope, my skirt sailing behind me, my
naked thighs flashing in the sunlight. My heart is pounding, my breath coming
in ragged gasps. Is He near...is He...
Then he tackles me to the ground and I fall among the sea oats, my skirt
bunching above my waist. I look into His eyes, and see something
new...something different. He's no longer the nurturing man who saved me from
my suicidal leap. Instead, this beast has taken His place...this brute who
tears at my clothes and yanks my hair. I must fight back...I must!
Struggling I scream, but my voice is lost in the solitude, drowned by the sound
of the sea and gulls. Deftly I kick, my knee seeking the one place that I know
will immobilize this fiend, but he's too quick for me...much too quick, and he
forces me into submission. Nails unsheathed, I attempt to claw at his hands,
his face, but again I am thwarted as his fist closes around my wrists, pinning
them together above my head. I'm held fast...he's won, and yet my instincts
scream at me to continue.
Quickly he makes short work of my sundress, reaching into the bodice and tearing
it from cleavage to hemline, exposing me to his blackened gaze. He grabs my
breasts, pinching hard...harder until tears begin to form in my eyes and I
succumb to his power over me. It's then, and only then that he reaps the spoils
of our skirmish, driving himself roughly between my thighs...battering deep
inside of me as I writhe beneath him.
Again I struggle, the brutality of his thrusts eliciting moans of sweet sensual
pain throughout my body. How can something that hurts so much be the cause of
so much pleasure I wonder distantly. But there's no time now to ponder that
answer...no time...for now he flips me on my stomach, my tear-streaked face
pressed against the sand, my left arm twisted behind me as he once again parts
my thighs and thrusts his hand into my dripping slit.
I'm wet...so wet, and I know it. It shames me. How can I want this so much?
How?
Quickly my assailant lubricates the tight bud between my nether cheeks with my
own slippery wetness, lifting my hips with his free hand, and then without
further preamble he thrusts himself full-length into my tortured ring of muscle.
I scream...my voice rising above the wind...sea birds taking wing in panic. But
there is no one to hear...no one.
Again and again he brutalizes me, my heated juices running profusely down my
trembling thighs. It's too much...too much, I cry...and yet is it? My body
feels like it's being torn apart, rent from stem to stern, and yet I dread the
moment when I know it will all cease, and I will once again be free of the hands
that force my submission.
Finally, he gives one last massive thrust and forces me to the sand, my very
flesh a quivering mass beneath him as I tremble, gasping for air, his body
close and heavy upon me.
"You've done well, Little One," He whispers into my ear...my gentle lover once
more. "You've pleased me more than I can say. Now, how in the world am I going
to get you back to the beach house like this?"
All around us lay the shreds of my sundress, my only covering, useless now and
only fit for the ragbag.
"You could lend me your shirt," I suggest, knowing that on my body it will
probably be longer than even my sundress was. He nods in approval, and peels it
from His body. Quickly I slip into its warmth, the scent of His maleness
filling me with peace and serenity.
I'm happy.
So Happy.
I hope this never ends...
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