BDSM Library - Story: Hilda\' s two Masters, Chapter: Part 17

Hilda’s two Masters part 17 of 22

Forewords:

I have a real problem, when I must translate from words and feelings that I can’t grasp into words that I don’t know if they fit to express a certain experience or feeling and it will not help me if it is into the global meeting-language.

To translate these new feelings, which only a few have experienced up to now, had been equally difficult in Danish, German, French, Greek, Spanish or Italian.

Sometimes I’m not sufficed for a language and other times the language is not suffice for me.

The only things I can give you are me try and then presume that you use your own imagination and multiply it by your own normal perception.

I hastily said that I will fight for a slave-girl’s right to have her own special pleasure from her submission, accepting that it wills double her Master’s.

I also want to help all the suffering children in the World, but I know that I can’t help them all, either.

I have visited Him to get help in a deepening explaining of his explanations, mostly about his research and how it was supposed to work and I was promised to visit him again as his guinea-pig in order to me taken over Anna’s confidence as his “filter”, to know what I talk about.

He had now planned my visit to the end of August 06 and I’m trembling as look forwards to it.

Cecilita

cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

HILDA.

He said:

- As the other girls you must wonder about how to experience this extraordinary feelings again and again. There are two possibilities:

If I don’t do anything, the rest of this later experience will stay in a parallel to your perception-memory and will later give you a small dose of it when you obey the one you recognize as your Master.

But if I put it into your unconscious you will experience it with overwhelming power, but still in comparison to your obedience. Your obedience is steering it and trigging your brain for its development. That’s why it is call submission-intoxication and is at a much higher level than the ordinary submission-feeling. Then you will have your own extreme happiness, both mentally and bodily, in obeying your Master. Be aware of that there is no limit to how deep you will fall into obeying your Master. Therefore it is vital for you that you completely trust your Master.

Let me suggest that you take this small part and experience it moderately and if you have find a Master that you deeply trust you are welcome back to get the big treatment. There is no rush, I’ll be here.

I understood what he meant, but was unsure in one point. Was he not sure that Master Micke was my real and last Master? That thought troubled me. I can’t search forever, so I must ask him, to know.

- Master, may I ask?

- Yes.

- Are you not sure that Master Micke is my real and last Master?

- My friend, it is not for me to say, but your self. I suggest that you live with Micke in ordinary days for half a year or so to be sure. When you later experience the submission-intoxication there is no limits how deep you will go into your submission. Therefore you must have a one hundred percent of trust in your Master and that is of vital importance for you.

As a woman I loved him more for taking care of me and spontaneously put my security in the first room.

- Thank you Master. I will do as you say! May I return to you in a 6 month or before, Sir?

- Yes, you may call me.

He move over to his stool beside me again and put his palms back to their ordinary places, at chest and forehead, but he didn’t say anything to me, but probably to my mind as I didn’t understand his language any longer.

In a second, as if there was nothing to wait for, my bird-thoughts were there again and I was in my mind transported to the kitchen floor and was kneeling before Master Micke, still knowing that I sat in the chair.

In this extraordinary double-perception I had Master Micke’s wonderful dick inside my mouth and I was convinced that I expertly massaged it with my tongue and lips. I really felt that I now controlled my mouth service to perfection. I made it very wet with my saliva to make it easier glide down my throat and stretched out my tongue to max and exhaled and in the same time I pushed, with power, my head forwards and his dick slide down into my gullet. I demonstratively rubbed my nose into his pubic hair and I embraced its rot with my lips. I wanted him to really feel how deep inside of me he was. I felt that this was not even an effort to me.

Then I let it slide out and hold my lips tight around it and caught firmly its head, just to move my own head forwards again and taking it for another trip down to the depth. I inhale through my nose and exhale again, but only every third trip. I loved this new technique to draw breath through my nose when the dick’s head was surrounded by my lips, which I kept firmly around its neck and knew that I could perform this for ever.

Before, when using the ordinary technique I sometimes got panic when I needed air and felt that my Master wanted to stay longer in my gullet. Now I imitated his intercourse movements and could quickly breathe in the main time.

As a reward I felt waves of pleasure flow through me in direction of my genitals and I felt my clitoris expanding and I felt its sensitiveness against the surrounding air.

I experienced it like I, in splitting up mille second felt all its nerves sending their pleasure thrills. It was so nice that I wasn’t sure I could stand it all without of fainting, fainting by pleasure. My working mouth pushed my pleasure to even higher perceptions.

Then my perception increased, together with the feelings through my lips, tongue, throat, clitoris, his dick and now I also felt my vaginal muscles and in a imaginable view I felt them closer to my mind, my focus and be more prominent and I felt them move in expectation of being involved, even when I knew that they were not invited in this, they were as in a parallel level of pleasure.

The really new feeling was that I felt HIS penis as a part of my own lips, tongue, clitoris and vaginal muscles. I could directly feel my own tongue-touch at his penis as if its nerve-centre was connected to mine, a very strange, extraordinary but wonderful experience.

I suddenly understood the meaning of the submission-intoxication; the more I concentrated in giving my Master pleasure the more me, in split-second, received my self. It was like a spiral that worked upwards all the time after the principle the more, the more, and the more and the more….

And it all worked inside my own brain. It was absolutely fantastic a world of pleasure. I had never in my life had so extended orgasms that jumped from one top to a higher all the time. Still I felt my body and mind wanted to rest…

- Breathe!

I heard His voice far away and I obeyed him and took two distinct breaths and was rewarded by a small thrill, which I felt through all the others. It all was so bodily-squeezing wonderful.

I remember the sentence: “The Universe of female orgasms!” and now I felt it in my whole being.

I could keep everything in my mind and I had all the experiences at the same time and I felt all the different levels simultaneously. This was new. It was a really new experience.

My bird-thoughts returned to my chest. I had never in my life felt that it was so magnificently nice to think thoughts.

- How was it this time?

- Master. I felt Master Micke’s member inside my mouth and throat and I felt all the nerves in my clitoris and in the end even in my vagina as they were connected to the nerves in his penis, as I could experience what he felt in his penis in my every tongue touch. My vaginal muscles felt so close that I could have touched them and in the same time I felt them react and contract. Everything was so heavenly wonderful. Sorry to say it, but will you not feel my mouth, please Master?

- Why?

- Honestly, I want to experience how it is especially now when I have it all still in my mind. Please for my sake, Master!

- Can’t you wait until you’re back to Micke?

- No Master. It is here with you I want to feel it. He will use my mouth thousands of times later anyway. No, please I want to do it here with you. Master, I have never in my life begged to suck on a man, but I’m doing it now, please Master. Please let me do it!

- I buy your arguments and I don’t think it will conflict with my ethical limits! SUCK!

I completely throw myself on my knees before him; open up his fly, dug out his soldier, that wasn’t completely prepared for fight, only half way – as startled out of its sleep.

Hurried and most greedily I put my lips around it and started to stimulate it with the whole register of stimulate lovemaking movements. In my mind I had the fresh memories of what to do in detail. It reacted obediently on my treatments and I felt proud and happy. He was my Master and the different in age was completely out of interest.

On my knees I felt it as a wind seize my mind and pleasures that I didn’t believe existed rush through my mind and body at the same time. I felt waves now, as nice electricity through my body in super-waves from my spine and down to my genitals. I had never in my life felt anything like this. And still as at another frequency, another level I could concentrate to perform my task.

And now I experienced it again, as my nerve-system was connected to his, I felt every tongue and lips touch at his penis as I touch my own clitoris with my tongue, knowing that it was impossible. I couldn’t believe it, in the same instance as I touch his dick with my tongue it felt like I touch my own clitoris with my tongue. I could clearly separate one touch from another. This was more than magic, it was pure divine heaven. This is the submission-intoxication!

Now I understood it fully.

Rebecca had told me about this pleasure that increases all the time and twisted like a hurricane upwards and upwards and increase as they grow upwards the whole time. Cryptically she said that her pleasure was steered by the pleasure she gave her Master. It didn’t make any sense - then.

It was so clearly connected; the more pleasure I gave my Master the more I received myself and many times more as the waves twisted upwards and grew, as it was multiplied with the time factor.

And my mind could hold on to all the feelings and impulses at the same time.

As if my on brain comprehended the connection I started to try out my tongue and lip touch and found immediately thrills and pleasure-waves from my own clitoris. In a magic way I could touch my own clitoris as I touch His penis with my own tongue. Being a slave-girl to Mats he had taught me the different places at the dick that were more sensitive than others.

His member needed more space in my mouth and I wanted it down in my gullet and wetted it with my saliva. It felt like I had done this seconds before and I stretched out my tongue, exhaled and let it be pressed down into my throat. I was eagerly now and breathe only in every fifth trip. Now I could feel its whole trip down my gullet as if my own clitoris made the travel. Now I knew why men liked to visit a girl’s throat. It was more than wonderful, it was heaven. I have performed it hundreds of times on my Masters but could only guess how it felt. Now I magically felt it myself. My God!

He sat a bit out at the edge of his stool and my chin hit the stool in my every deep-throating, but I didn’t care or rather I took it as incitement to do it better and I let His dick slide at my tongue to make him praise me later. All the time I was amazed that I could feel his pleasure and my own at the same time. And how I could diversify it to my own divined pleasure.

My enjoyment extended even more, as if my nerves learned more all the time. Now I could even more perfectly feel my own touch at his penis as it went down my gullet and his pleasure was transferred and raised to mine. More than one step better, than before, as the different between mind-experience and nerve and bodily experience.

I loved Him so much and certainly I was extremely grateful to Him. My hand dug into his pants and found his scrotum and I cup my hand around it carefully. To more increase His pleasure I stretched my tongue further out and also tried to vibrate my vocal cords when His head was down. It wasn’t much but it is “the thoughts that counts”. I couldn’t believe that I could handle all the sensations simultaneously and lose anything. I couldn’t believe it; I could feel my vocal cords vibrated at my clitoris as the sensations went through His penis.

I was rewarded for those extra efforts hundred times, but not from this world. Great waves rinsed over me and caught my mind and my genitals in squeezing grips and I had another of those “Never before in my life” experiences out off pleasure.

As a grateful answer I let his member travel even faster in and out of my depth, but it only increased my own delights and build up my pre-orgasm even higher that it was so close that I couldn’t imagine. It still built up, but didn’t pass the edge and it was so wonderful to taste it for so long. He hadn’t said it, but suddenly I just knew that the reason was that I must not cum before my Master. In my backbone I knew that His ejaculation was the trigger for my own waiting orgasm.

But this was so very close and my eagerness, willingness to have him cum was increased into a divine level. I felt my mind divided equally between my own egoism and my honestly eagerness to give him pleasure and I felt more and more that my exertion tilted over to His pleasure at 100%. Nothing else was important, but His pleasure, in the senses that His pleasure was also mine.

I felt my ego shrinking into nothing but still in my new double-perception I knew my reward. My God!

My honestly eagerness for His pleasure expanded more and more. He must cum into my mouth in his explosion and that was the only thought in my mind. My tongue, lips and throat went crazy in their efforts to extend His pleasure. My head moved so fast that I was dizzy but was to wise to not slacken of. Far away I felt that everything I did kept building up my own unimportant orgasm, but in another dimension.

This was pure heaven. No, this divined pleasure belonged to the Universe! And it didn’t sound magnified and comical when I use the enormous word, Universe. It couldn’t be earthly delights! They were too wild!

He groaned and I felt him empty himself in my gullet and then still up in my mouth when I, in its ride, caught the head firmly with my lips. A new trip down into my throat and I felt myself, as a secondary effect, shake in my own orgasm. It was the orgasm of the Mother Orgasm.

Now next surprise, in this magnificent orgasm my whole mind was still focused on to provide Him with the greatest possible orgasm, but my mind could still handle my own at the same time.

My orgasm kept going on, and on and on. It didn’t even go down and turned, but still rose from its top the whole time. I felt close to be crazy and in this craziness I would gladly be a mad woman.

Somewhere in the space of time my own orgasm faded out as there were nothing more to wait for, until next time. I could give my right arm for a next time! That orgasm was more than unbearable.

Still in my total concentration at His pleasure, as it was my own, but also far away I felt my grateful body lick, kiss and carefully caress his member, long after it gone to softness. I didn’t even remember that moment. His dick was so precious to me.

And now I understood how long time that could had passed.

I had His member still in my mouth, as it was the symbol for my own divine pleasure, and it was. I let my now soft and pliable lips kept it in a “detained” embrace and didn’t want to loose it. It was as if something in me wanted a new pleasure wave directly after, but I knew that my brain couldn’t handle one more before I had rested. I felt dizzy and completely blessed by the God.

Honestly, I had never before in my life felt anything that divine pleasant, not even in this house. Never had I been so close to fainting and still not faint and in the same time been so focused onto all inputs and outputs at the same time. This was completely enormously.

The experience of being held for so long time at the edge of fainting from pleasure was so overwhelming and incomprehensible. In a stat of split seconds was whole second was as eternity and I had multiplied eternities.

I feel absurd when I use the “Never in my life!” sentence, but in this house, I discover one unimaginable pleasure that I had no references to in my memory, being surpassed by next. It is hard to put a label to those new an unknown experiences.

I had experienced really unique delights here with Him and I hoped that I could take a little of it with me home to Master Micke.

Only a fraction, a tenth, of this would make my happiness completed. My ego wants much more than a tenth. I must to any price be allowed to return to Him and I think that He had said so.

I feel ashamed to confess:

When I was at the senior level at the nine-year school and was invited to a party. I tried some high classified drugs that was supposed to give happiness and it did and I giggled a whole night. It gave me some kind of lame and fuzzy happiness. I was high, but I remembered that I felt trapped in my own thoughts and experience. This is the only thing I could compare with.

In this house and at those experiences of happiness and pleasure-waves it was light-year from that fuzzy happiness and now I was clear in my head and could handle all this in the same time. My brain was uninfected by drugs, though the side effect was pure Love.

Somewhere during His treatments in this house He said something about all those 6.000 nerve-ends in the clitoris. They were not countable but he had a slight suspection that they could have increased in number during his treatment, as the synapses has that ability to do when there’s need for more or (more presumable) it was just the concentrated mental focus to the zone that give the patient that impression. There was need for more clinical researches.

I had tried to convince Him to make love to me also. My hope stood, a little ungratefully, to the vaginal orgasm, that Anna and Rebecca had eulogized. I think that Rebecca had her normally orgasm vaginally, but had no extol for His treatment. (Wasn’t it the same?)

In spite of me begging Him He didn’t agree to have sexual intercourse with me.

This begging was most humiliating thing I ever….

To beg a man to make love to me. To beg, as a child was begging for sweets, beg and beg. But he denied me that.

It was less humiliating to be at Mats beck and call and be whisked away as soon he had used me.

His ethical values were supposed to protect me, my mind and body, but what if I didn’t want to be protected by it? In that way His ethical restriction deprived me from my experience at his sexual intercourse with me.

I wasn’t sure that I would experience all those fantastical feelings when I left him, so now was my only chance.

I could easily imagine how a vaginal orgasm with Him would change my experience of love-making for ever.

- However, I can “put it into your mind” so that you may sniff at the vaginal orgasm. But then you must wait until you come home to Micke. The effect will decrease a bit during the time, but then you will know what the girls meant.

- Yes Master! Thank you!

I felt disappointed, the same disappointment that any girl would have felt when she had begged for a sexual intercourse and being denied.

“Shit!” it is the men who shall beg us and not we them!

I thought in my offended disappointment as I felt that my tears had fallen and wiped them away with a hanky. He saw my tears but didn’t change His mind.

I had had his member in my mouth and knew that there was a convincing potency so I knew that he could. If not, I had just to accepted, but now it was there in within reach. Damn! But he was the Master! I couldn’t expect that everything went my way, I had had so much pleasure up to now and I must not be egoistic.

Well I am. I wonder if a good birching from Him could change that. Probably not! It’s too deep in my being, I guess. But probably he could change it in my brain.

We took a coffee break and I knew that I didn’t need more time to be happy again, when I had fought my egoism. I was lucky and grateful for all the experience I had have here and my longing vagina and all the nerves down there had to go down to standby.

With Mats I had learnt to go into a state of robot-like readiness, when I had released him, but now it was more difficult than ever. His penis was in an arm lengths reach. Everything else in this house had surpassed all known and unknown expectations; all this must be experiences to die for.

I had to settle with the possibility to sniff at it when I was home with Master Micke. I was surprised that I wasn’t thinking of Master Micke, but perhaps my mind and body were too occupied with all I had experienced here.

My damn egoism forced through a new fit of crying at the kitchen table and I was ashamed when He saw it. He asked me why I cried, as a real man does and I couldn’t lie to him. He was too intelligent to accept the standard “it-is-nothing” answer. I frankly told him.

- Master, my body and my vagina was so prepared for that experience. I’m so sorry, Sir. I know that I act like brat, but I wanted so much to have you in side me! Again! I added a little manipulating to remind him that he had been in my mouth and throat.

I loved Him Yes, but now it was female tactics and of course my pressing egoism, but I loved Him and I was grateful, yes!

He drank his coffee and didn’t answer me. Instead he looked in that funny way, through me and beside of me.

Perhaps he felt sorry for me and regretted his decision.

A real man never loose face when he surrenders to a woman’s tear, I thought optimistically.

- Okay, I will meet you half a way so you may experience some of it.

He sighed deeply as in resignation over what he believed in.

- Thank you Master, thank you!

I didn’t want to push and ask what I meant by half way, but I understood that it was something and as I knew Him, it was going to be nice for me. He was my Master and He would lead the way and I was not supposed to irritate Him anymore.

He was the Master and I knew by now that He knew the command-words and of course He knew that there was an order which quickly would silence my mouth; QUIET! If he wanted time to think.

Only then I noticed that the coffee was close to cold.

In my despair I hadn’t noticed that before. How funny that the brain was so occupied by other thing that I didn’t take in other ”inputs”, as he called it. I had drunk of that coffee and cold coffee is the worse thing I know.

It must be interesting to search in human conducts.

He gave me order to follow him and obedient I walked behind him through door after door.

He passed by the chair and out to the big frees area between the furniture.

Obedient I stood in the order-position and waited for his next order. I felt nice shivers downwards in my body.

- BACK!

I throw myself quickly to my back at the floor into the well-known body position and looked up to Him from my ant perspective where He stood. The nice thrills in my body were replaced by two waves. But I also from my memory felt that my brain and body felt weak after the latest super waves when he was deep in my throat. It felt like it was it’s rightfully place.

Another pleasure wave replaced it and half of me started to wonder if I could stand more. Is it possible to be temporary sated with pleasure?

My egoistic other half enjoyed the waves and look forwards for more.

- BRIDGE!

My lithe and agile body remembers the posture and I felt my feet and palms at the floor and my body bended upwards.

I just stood there with my stomach pointing to the ceiling and my legs apart. Mats had taught my legs to be quickly separated. My brain rewarded my automatically quickness by one thrill and two waves.

From my upside-down view I saw Him go up to his dining-room table and remove a single vase.

He pointed at the table-top and ordered:

- BACK!

I understood during my rump thud into the floor, run up to him and the table, put up my right knee, crawled up, turned and in a second I was lying on my back at the table. I felt thrill after thrill through my body in my private parts and enjoyed the thrills. It was raised a bit more when I imagine His eyes at my bare sexual parts.

I was in the right position for Him to inspect me and I felt shiver followed by shiver.

He went away and I thought a little giggling that the only thing that missed was the apple in my mouth, and then could the pig be served. Quickly I corrected my thoughts to “the meal is served, Sir.”

Am I crazy? First I thought of me as His dog and now as His pig and worst of all, it gave me wonderful pleasure wave through my body.

No, I must not think like that! It must be me naked and vulnerable on the table-top that started such associations. It must be. Animal is one thing and human another.

But I had accepted Mats’s view of me as a thing, sperm-bucket, sperm-releasing-doll, statue or fancy goods. And he had made it concrete by using me as such, even when he had guests.

“I wouldn’t mind being His dog if he just let me stay.”

I thought in a cozy way.

He returned and I saw that he had a gynecological glove on his right hand.

He approached me and looked at my bare pudenda, now less 50 cm from His eyes. I was thrilled. He was my Master now. I understood that the gynecological glove was for His ethical protection, but I felt that thought was limping.

He touched me and I felt in a marvelous slow motion how he separated my labia and carefully pushed a finger inside of me.

- SQUEEZE!

Yes, that was a command-word that Mats often used when he had his dick, finger or two inside of me. Mats had trained me in squeeze, release, squeeze, release, and so on. Sometimes he had me standing and bending forwards before him and had I finger in my vagina when he watch TV and I had to squeeze, release, squeeze, release for ever. I was to be trained for his pleasure, nothing more…..

My body had already started to obey him, even when I let my thoughts fly.

Suddenly, just BANG! All the most enjoyable feelings and waves gather in my vagina and I felt in detail how my muscles squeezed his finger almost automatically, but also deliberately, as if they wanted to suck the structure from His finger.

Now it was like my whole mental activity, all my feelings and tactile movements had its focus at my vagina and its muscles and nerves. I could feel everything, every little micro movements from His finger. I wanted to detect every motion and I scanned everything as in micro-details during my own muscles worked at his command, squeeze, released, squeeze, released….

As I obeyed His order of squeezing I felt that I got power from nowhere. My nerves gave me feedback that I really squeezed his finger.

It started wave after wave after wave of pure pleasure and it increased and increased in a way that I thought of this spiral that rose and rose, as it build up a rare orgasm.

But I also received strange help in my feeling and thinking as the most wonderful feelings rushed out inside of me and followed by the most marvelous pleasure waves. It just felt divined nice.

And it still increased more and more and beat soon everything else I felt here, except for the intoxication of course. It felt still as my clitoris was involved, but it didn’t need stimulation, as usual. It was enough with the incredible nice waves from my vagina.

It started with thrills and rose to waves, but in the middle of the wave I felt a new thrill rising and everything in a spiral upwards. I felt it like the pleasure waves increased all the time. My delighted mind thought, “If He touch my clitoris I will die in pleasure” in the meaning of “I can’t take anymore!”

I realized that I had got my splitting up ability back and I could feel everything, everywhere in the same time, but split up in thousandth of second and flashing through my mind. What had he done to my brain? It could detect and hold on to feelings and double inputs, that it never done before.

Still all my thoughts and my whole focus were directed to my body part around His finger and the delight increased. My body convulse in orgasm after orgasm and in an intensity that was unbelievable and unknown for my mind. My confused mind noticed that one orgasm through my body had not landed before a new started, but from its climax, not from its release.

When He tried to draw back His finger I felt my muscles contract to keep it in its grip.

- BREATH!

My lungs obeyed Him in an instant and I was rewarded by the “usual” obedience-waves. Gratefully I knew that those usual obedience-waves were heavenly for any girl.

He continued his redrawing but cruelly in a millimeter slow pace. I felt my vaginal muscles, as in panic, tried to keep it in at a “just-a-second-more” thought. Though I was on my back, the lower part of my body tried to follow his finger as it redrew from my hungry orifice.

I have always felt it nice when I have had a warm and pulsating visit inside of me, but never in the same way as this, not in a light years distance.

Some of the girl had said that this is delight you can die for – exactly. To experience this and then die, felt really okay!

I wondered; before those marvelous feeling in my vagina he had not put my in the chair.

Had He prepared my brain to this before?

Had he also prepared my brain for more?

Everything He did to me was okay for me, but I still wondered.

- ORDER-POSITION!

Quickly and lithe as a cat I heave me from the table-top and down to the floor and twisted my body up to the order-position. I was surprised that I didn’t felt dizzy and that he so easily had turned me from this divined pleasure to an abrupt order-position. This body was His to play with and He couldn’t find any order that I wouldn’t obey. First a flashing thrill and then a little wave insure me that this was the right way to think.

My eyes at him and I felt my eyes go down to his pants. It bulged down there and I saw the He had a hard on at the left side of His pants. It was not insufficient virility that made Him refuse me His entering.

After this I had to sit into the chair again and He asked me of all details, but I will spare you that. It felt good to slowly land at the earth again, but it had created such a humanly “wanting more”. I think that the price for getting more is unimportant.

Just in that moment I would gladly phone to Master Micke and beg him burn the deed-of-gift-paper and telling him that I had regretted it all.

My upbringing and common sense told me that I couldn’t do that.

I told Him this and ended with another shameless begging of his member in me, before I went home.

I’m sure that he had never met such an egoist as me in his life. It occurred to me that I wish for him to give me a good birching just to give it a try at my egoism.

It felt so humiliating to beg and beg for Him making Love to me, but still I was grateful to my mouth that expressed my feeling and my wish.

I felt it like I was the first woman in the World that begged a man to put his tool in that orifice, where it fitted best. (Well I’m probably not.)

In a funny way he didn’t answer my supplication, perhaps he thought that he had answered me, but my heart took another beat when he didn’t say NO!

He decided that we were having supper and I looked at my wrist-watch, which was the only thing I was wearing in my nakedness. I didn’t think of me as nude anymore. I was eight in the evening.

He gave me order to prepare the food and I obediently and gratefully did. The light was on in the kitchen, one fluorescent lighting in the ceiling and one lamp over the table.

Normally my nakedness ought to make me crouch down but I didn’t. It was so much light in the kitchen that anyone passing by outside could see a naked girl in here and I didn’t care. On the contrary, if he wanted to show me as his naked slave-girl to the world I felt proud. I honestly want to obey Him to the letter, more than I ever obeyed Master Micke.

In a calm happiness I felt that I had not hesitated if he had ordered me naked out to the road, outside the house. He only had to tell me.

My brain rewarded me for my obedient thoughts with thrills right into my genitals and I felt the thrills coming from my spine as a shudder. I felt several vibrations in my clitoris.

I spread the table and presume that he wanted me sitting with him. If he had allowed it I rather had been in the order-position and waited at his table in here in the floodlights.

I made coffee, warmth up some meatballs, placed liver sausage, cucumber, both fresh and in vinegar, different kinds of cheese and cut up three brands of bread.

Dark bread (Dr Steiner or something) was the most tasteful bread that I have ever….

Well everything in this house was at the plus-side in my book. (It feel so comical when I use the words “I have never in my life” but what can a say?)

I was so occupied with my ordered tasks that I hadn’t noticed that he was in the shower, before he returned in a dressing gown, now in three green colors. It was so short that I could see what He didn’t want me to see, when He moved. But on the other hand I was naked all the time and this was perhaps His way to make it even.

I felt like a nosy school-girl when I tried to get a glimpse of it, feeling its power.

He sat down at his stool and I stayed in the order-position that I had honor him with since he entered the kitchen. He nodded at my stool and I put my bottom on it in a hurry. Perhaps it was too slow for my brain. I didn’t feel anything as a reward.

He surprised me again with not sitting in silence at the table and started to let me rewind and tell him about what I had experienced. Most important was how I felt it at the certain moments.

Sometimes he just said “Hmm!”.

The same cryptical “Hmm!” you can hear from your doctor when you don’t know if everything is alright or you must call the mortuary to reserve a body place.

It was crystal clear to me that He took this very seriously and I felt a little bad conscience for having instigated Him to violate His ethics.

It was I who WANTED it and He showed me very clearly that He didn’t want to make use of me, well He hadn’t.

Therefore I want to say:

“No shadow of guilt must fall over Him during my female art of seduction and persuasion, honestly!”

I thought about what Anna said one night, when we talked about the women’s ancient art of seduction. “When a woman gets a man’s dick in her mouth, and knows how to handle it, his will is worthless!”

It were not exactly Anna’s words, she is much more civilized in her expressions.

It wasn’t exactly so it happened. Mine try wasn’t going to end there. Mats said many times that “there is not anything that is more persistent than Hilda.”

He knew, he had tried to tame my will with his birch-rod many times. Had he succeeded?

When He had interrogated and listened to me, we eat and now I had accepted His table-silence.

I loved Him and I felt that I owe Him my absolute sincere answers to continue His work and I felt so obedient when I gave Him my straight answers.

When we both were ready He had me to do the washing-up. He sat at His stool and I felt His eyes on my naked body when I walked around in His kitchen. Suddenly I felt naked in His way of watching me, but He was entitle to look at me how much He wanted to, and more.

He was an old man but when I had my lips around him I felt that He had vitality as one could feel at a 20 year old man, but with FAR more stamina. He had the will power to decide when He should cum, but of course He had the complete control of His thoughts.

I knew that His tool had much more to offer, if only my naked body could lure forward the right signals, so perhaps…..

It was not that I was ungrateful to Him, but more my damned egoism. I wanted to experience Him inside of my vagina!

When I was ready He rose and I put myself in the order-position to show Him my respect and gratefulness, but also that I was His slave-girl to use in any way He wanted to.

He gave me a sign to follow him and we passed by all those doors and He found still another room with a TV set, a sofa and two easy chairs. He sat in the sofa and tapped invitingly with his hand at the almost black leather seat.

From my order-position I harried to sit down beside him, the leather felt cold to my naked skin. My little body made me feel smaller beside of him. He put his right arm around me and I followed His invite by pressing my naked body closer to Him, grateful for his invite.

I felt surrounded by His calmness and I felt happy and cozy.

- We will deliberately make a break her and watch TV or a video so your experiences could fall into their places and your brain could process and sort it out.

- Yes Master!

He started the TV with the remote; obviously didn’t he believe in turning the power of the TV set. He probably didn’t know a fire-engineer as I did.

We found quickly a program that we both liked and when it was finished He put a big green woolen blanket around my naked body. Though I wasn’t cold such gestures reach the cockles of a girl’s heart.

It had been easy for him to send me to fetch the videos to him so he could select, but instead He raised and put in one cassette in to the VCR.

He sat down with me again and started the film. It was “The last Trapper”, a wonderful film that showed grandiose pictures from the nature of Canada. It was so magnificent that I couldn’t grasp it.

I don’t know if there was a thought from Him, it was the same magnificent and incomprehensible feeling that I often had had in those feeling, experiences and pleasure waves and pleasant thrilling that He had given me or my brain had given me, after His guidance.

He talked about the supra modal room and cybernetic experiences.

I was so calm, secure, pleasant and happy with Him and I couldn’t remember those feelings, not even from my childhood.

I remember that I struggled with my eyelids when my eyes and my soul wanted to look at the wonderful pictures on the screen and the sandman.

Who wan?

I waked a little when he carried me wrapped in the blanket and he was opening a door.

I felt overwhelming gratitude and love to Him. There was no different in age between us as I bended my head up and kissed Him on His neck in a devoted and sucking kiss. In a fraction of a second I wanted to give Him a love bite and had gladly taken an orderly and smarting birching as a punishment for it.

I wanted to mark Him, with the same ancient right that wild animal use. In between dream and reality I wanted Him to belong to me, without of taking away His right to own me totally as a young woman or slave-girl, or both, what ever He wanted.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I waked up in the night. At first I didn’t know where I was but quickly it all fall to its places in my memory.

A marvelous happiness waved over me. I couldn’t sleep anymore, in this bed.

I took a bold and insane but a completely deliberately decision. Pleasant fogginess memories from when he carried me into my bed, tucked the sheet round me and gave me a kiss on my lips, came over me.

In a 50/50 mixed accepting of receiving smarting hits from the birch on my bottom, that I knew that I could take, if He decided to punish my prank. My egoistic thought was to seduce Him with the woman’s ancient right. I stood up on the floor.

Naked I felt the coldness in my feet from the floor as I passed through door after door.

When I stood before His bedroom door I didn’t risk waking Him up by knocking at the door, though my upbringing told me to. Instead I opened the door in a

centimeter-carefulness and was thankful for it was well-oiled.

A night-lamp was on with its spooky green light.

Infinitely slowly and creeping I approached His big bed. I saw that he was on his side, in the opposite direction.

As if I in the darkness wanted to show Him my enormously respect and in the same time excuse me for my unblushing behavior and also demonstrate that I was His slave-girl, I stood meaningless in the order-position in several seconds.

This special position in a bedroom developed many nice memory-reactions in my mind. In my fantasy I had dreamt of that He woke up and ordered me to perform for his pleasure, as my other Masters had done.

It felt as the position itself yearned for a Master to command me. In this very moment I felt that there was not anything that He could find out to order me, that I wouldn’t immediately perform, even without of rewards in waves and thrills.

When He didn’t wake up I patter about and up to his big bed. Carefully I lifted the covering and crept beneath it. I remembered that I had a general thought: “Which man would not gladly accept such a gift, a warm, soft, super obedient and infinitely willing naked girl that put herself available for him on the sheet in his bed? It was only for him to help oneself and express a wish and she would see to that it happened.”

For his ethical conscience I rather not tell anyone what happened beneath his covering, but as I started all the movement, I alone am responsible for the whole act.

I just had to feel his member inside of me. I felt so much with one of his fingers, then….

For my defense; I used the women’s ancient right to seduce a man and rape him.

I spooned behind him and felt how big his was or how little I was. My left hand reached over him in the direction of his tool and I was prepared to suck at it to make it ready for duty. As soon as I reached it I found that no sucking was needed by that reason. It was more that semi hard. I took that as a pretext for that I woke him when he felt my naked body at his back.

- Please Master, punish me if you want to, but please let me have it deep into my body! I’m grateful to you and I’m here to serve you.

The last sentence was for my female pride. Deep in my upbringing there was an idea of that a girl didn’t beg for love-making, she offered herself to provide it.

- Back!

It was a distinct order that not only meant for me to take that position, but also that he was in command.

Hurriedly I turned to my left and put myself in this vulnerable waiting position. He presumed that there was no need for any foreplay and he was so right. I felt that a prolonged foreplay now had been a mental torture. My vagina was over-ready to receive his warm hardness.

- Don’t move! Be absolutely immovable!

He turned to his left and moved over me as his soft beard tickled my forehead his member found its way into me wetness.

I don’t know it he did it by purpose but his hard member enter me so slowly and long drawn-out that I thought that I was going crazy. I grasp my breath for every millimeter he gave me. I could feel my own vaginal-muscles trying to suck him in faster, but he held back and gave it to me in his own super-slow pace. Probably there was a psychic meaning in this slowness and I felt that it accentuated my earning for his hardness to enter me and his control over the process and over my body. I fought my natural body movements and obeyed Him and kept absolutely external still.

It gave me time to feel and long for more of his warm hardness for every millimeter he gave me. He was big and it welcoming exacted its place.

Wave after wave rinse over me and I felt that the words female pleasure got a new meaning. Before he had fully entered my longing love-tunnel I felt my first orgasm over me. He hadn’t order me to wait and I felt free to orgasm in His pace.

I have heard of young boys that had an ejaculation entering the girl, but I have never heard about that a girl orgasm before the man’s member had reached her depth, but I did and was so overwhelmed by my divine pleasure that I felt out of my mind.

With my vagina grasping and cramping around his tool he still continue his slow entering. I was in another world and was surprised that all this pleasure didn’t make me faint, but I could in full wakefulness take all the pleasure into my mind, sort it out and taste it.

Then another orgasm grasp me before he was fully inside of me. This is madness, but a wonderful madness. One wave of orgasm was replaced by another split by new thrills in every part of my body building up new and longer orgasms.

I both felt that I couldn’t take a second more of this fabulous pleasure and that I could.

So I noticed that every time I orgasm he stopped his entering but only to start it again before the wave was down and that made it start higher on the top again.

Time was so unimportant but I could guess that it had take him prolonged five minutes to enter me that slow and I had a strong feeling but poor memories of that he not only stopped, but also redraw a bit when I orgasm.

After three of my orgasms he had reach the bottom of my vagina, but that didn’t stop him from pressing more and that threatened to split me in two pieces and produced another orgasm.

I knew that He had pointed out that it was I who wanted this entering and I took full responsibility for it.

That was easy!

He started to move slowly out and into me and every time he redraws I felt it like an infant that was loosing its comforter and my lower body tried to followed him backwards in his redraw. I couldn’t help it; it was like my own body-movement lived its own life. I was ordered to don’t move, but my body didn’t obey me. If He find me worthy of a good birching as a punishment, it wouldn’t be punishment but pure heavenly.

(I know that I can’t possible describe all of my feelings and my overwhelming pleasure during those minutes, because I was so occupied in my own voluptuousness, but I can ensure the readers “that I never in my life….”

Again the sentence “the Universe of female orgasm” fitted into a try to describe parts of my divine pleasure.

I could never understand that not other intelligent men in my life had used this prolonged entering-technique. But probably there was more to it than a clinical technique, there were that entire he before had prepared my brain to.)

I was so into my own miraculous enjoyment that I don’t know if he ejaculated inside of me, as there was no condom, but I hope he did. That would give me the possibility to carry his child, love-child and they say that elder men had fewer but more active sperms and that they more often produce intelligent children.

Truthful I loved this man more than anything and I still do. I could never in my life find a man that I so honestly want to obey to the letter. If he by any strange reason told me to kill myself I would probably do it.

I was convinced that my obedience to him would take over my natural instinct of self-preservation, but I also knew that he was not a man for such an excess.

My body was so exhausted by pleasure that I, after he had redrawn from me, fall into a deep and nice sleep.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

In the morning I waked by an odd feeling. He was on his side and looked at me, really lovingly and He was not mad at me for my prank. I was not in for that stinging birching that I had predicted as inescapable and in fact looked forwards to.

It had been so thrillingly nice to present my naked bottom for him and to receive a good birching, but probably not. I must get hold of myself and not be so egoistic!

Under condition that he was not mad at me or disappointed a good birching would be a dignified and very thrilling ending of this incredible week-end.

Breakfast:

It showed that when He came out from the shower He had another variation of a dressing gown, now in warm autumn color and the length of it reviled as much as before when he moved. I wasn’t sure if He knew it and I smile contentedly as I felt like a voyeur. A girl can’t be a peeping Tom - can she?

I wear only my Omega watch and a smile and I stood respectfully, lovely and obediently in the waiting order-position when he enter the kitchen and I had stood so since he stopped showering, just to be sure not missing it when He enter the kitchen. I really loved this waiting position, knowing he had my whole attention.

I had prepared the breakfast and He sat on His stool. Quickly I pulled up his coffee and stood waiting in the order-position.

Often I thought that he could read my thoughts, but probably the explanation was more close to earth. He had learned the noble art to handle all the thousand subliminal in-put signs, I guessed.

I had spread the table for one person. The effect of it was that I had naked to wait at his table, his whole breakfast.

This was wonderful and I had really longed for it. There was so little I could do for him and this was my only way to show him my gratefulness, everything else had been for me.

Another egoistic thought rinse through my pleasure-confused mind and I thought: “I am damned if I can’t provoke him to give me that marvelous birching and in the same time have my mouth taste yummy!”

But I was in panic by the thought that He would get mad, disappointed or sad at me. That I couldn’t handle.

Maybe I could avoid it by letting Him take responsibility for my acting, as a good Master.

- Master, I know that you have the right to punish me with the birch-rod if you decide that I have been disobedient or been pushing your rules or so…..?”

- Yes you have pointed that out.

- Master, may I do something on my own initiative, though I knew that all the initiative belongs to you?

- Yes. What would it be?

- Thank you Master!

I fall to my knees and as an answer at his question I crawled quickly under the table. I had read in Anna’s diary that she did so every morning at breakfast in her Master’s house. I felt a bit of gratefulness to men that always had their legs spread as if they had something that called for attention. And they have.

Quickly I put the covering piece of His gown away and I had his member in front of my face. In expectation it started to harden. It smelled so good like “lilies of the valley” with its distinct and fresh smell.

I capture its head with my lips, pushed his foreskin back and had his glans free and started to work at its underside with my wet and warm tongue, knowing that it was the right thing to do. I was rewarded by its further expanding.

He couldn’t be mad at me. I made it wet by my saliva and prepared to take it deep into my throat, but realized that my face couldn’t came so close to him. A wooden piece under the table was in my way.

As His slave-girl I couldn’t ask him to move his stool further back so I had to settle with the 10 cm (4 in) farthest out, then it was stop as my forehead hit that damned wood-piece.

In my eagerness to satisfy him and in the same time enjoy my secret pleasure I banged my head in that wooden-piece time after time, but without knowing it, until afterwards.

An elder man’s stamina is much longed-for when it comes to wait for his woman, but now I didn’t need waiting for. His ejaculation would release my orgasm, had my brain been taught and I had to work at it and wait for him. But I also felt that I built up a tremendous orgasm inside of me that just waited for its release-button – His ejaculation.

Still, it have been pure heaven to take it deep down my throat and I had in fresh memory of the wonderful result in my mad brain when I had it at deepest in my throat and I exert myself to tickle his scrotum with the tip of my tongue. Now I could feel immense thrills sending pleasure-waves up in the roof of my mind only by the memories of it.

My lips and tongue did it, when my lips glide over the neck of his member he started to ejaculate into my warm, working, waiting mouth and I swallowed greedily everything he offered me.

Simultaneously His orgasm had pushed the secret and newly learn button in my brain and my whole body was exploding in wave after wave of indescribable pleasures. I felt that this was my brain’s stimulation and acceptance of my earlier voluptuous prank.

I felt that my pleasure-waves followed slavishly his every squirt into my mouth and that made me try to rescue and swallow every drop of his precious sperm. It was valuable for me because it seemed to be the trigger for my orgasm. And every drop just increased my rinsing after-orgasms.

Now I needed time to land my pleasure-tortured mind and body. As an excuse I kept his member in my mouth and extremely careful touched it with my tongue, only to detect another drop and receive a new distorted orgasm.

Though I was fagged out I would more than gladly have him swell in my mouth for another trip but in the same time my common sense grasped that I must rest my mind and body. Well that was probably too much to expect from an old man, but he had surprised me before.

I had I mad feeling of that this Man had taken my entire pleasure centre as hostages and I didn’t mind as long as I could visit him again.

As soon as I had cleaned him with my tongue and lips I crawled out from under the table and started to wait at his table from the order-position. I had got so much to live for in His house.

He hadn’t whisked me away after His emptying and the single thought of that Mats often did it created new thrills in my weak body. Perhaps I shouldn’t react as I did on that humiliation that Mats often offered me, to be his sperm-sucker.

Right now I would gladly be His sperm-sucker, sperm-releasing-doll and sperm-bucket and now just the thought of it gave my wonderful thrills time after time.

My female conviction stood in contradiction to such humiliating addressing, but the slave-girl in me was not that convinced.

If He had allowed me to be His slave-girl He would not had have any limits at all and I would love and be proud if He had showed my obedience in front of His friends as it had accentuated me as His slave-girl.

Hilda, back to earth and reality! He didn’t want me here as a 24/7 slave-girl and that was not personally, as he had rejected even Anna and others.

How could any man rejected Anna when she offer herself to be a 24/7 slave-girl? She, who was the divined slave-girl personified.

But He has His reason, of course!

My only hope stood to visit Him again.

- Master, may I ask?

- Yes!

- Master how could I experience those nice thrills when I thought of how Mats used me as his sperm-sucker and sperm-bucket? Excuse my expressions.

- You have probably thought of him (accepted him) as your Master and that you hated it. Do you want me to take it away?

- No thank you, Master. I will never again meet him. It doesn’t matter.

- Are you so sure about that?

- Yes Master. I have humiliated him and hurt him and even walked on his pride. No, that is more than impossible.

- Okay!

He was obviously not mad at me, and not hurt or disappointed over my trick under the table and he had probably no intension to spank me. I didn’t want to ask him to though I had no pride in front him anymore.

Surely He knew that He easily could have my willingly behind over his knees if He wanted it.

Suddenly the “mind-reader” said.

- You may go in and have a shower!

It was said as a “you may” but as his humble slave-girl must take it for an order to do so.

- Yes Master! Thank you Master.

I left the kitchen and into the bathroom. The warm water sprinkled over my body and in concordant with all the warmth inside it.

My God how much I loved Him. How could I return to Master Micke with such a deep infatuation for another Master?

Was I a bad girl?

Was I unfaithful?

Master Micke had ordered me to obey Him, not to fall in love with Him! And not to wanting to stay with Him as His complete and total slave-girl. No answer!

This was the most indescribably and fantastically wonderful week-end in my whole life.

My confused mind started to long for this house before I had left it.

My genitals smarted a little by the soap and the water, but I let the hand-shower stay there for a while in a pain-pleasure-filled moment to get together my thoughts, the impressions and feelings.

It wasn’t too bad to return to Master Micke clean and newly showered.

What I had experienced here was not unfaithfulness, it was only pure obedience and I had only showed the willingness that any Master could expect from a slave-girl.

A slave-girl has never any responsibility as long as she obeys and is at her Master’s disposition or at his beck and call, as the girls so nicely called it.

A burning feeling in my conscience told me that sentence was not completely true; it was more of a clarification before my return to Master Micke.

I believe that we all correct and modify our positions as the Life put more and more experiences in our rucksacks. It’s called progress.

A Master can own his slave-girl, but he doesn’t own her innermost thoughts and her private longing, only her obedience and her body. That was the way I wanted to interpret it. When I so eagerly and willingly had sign the deed-of-gift-letter had not those limited thoughts, taken form in my head. They were new and were affected of all I gratefully had been given in this house.

I also felt that I would place my obedient body secondarily, far from my more valuable soul and my innermost heart-room.

How funny life is. First you don’t have anyone, but when you find someone, you soon find another as well.

Rather strangely, it was what my sister said when I felt the emptiness after Mats. “You will soon find a new man and then another.”

How could she know?

Is it usually so in life?

She just knew small fragment from my secret life with Mats and only that part she could suspect when she saw me willingness to serve him as a maid servant. She couldn’t know that that epithet had a deeper signification – a slave-girl.

No, she couldn’t know, it was so far from her own world, but still she could predict: “After one connection there are more”. When she finally found her Jon, she had many more to choose from. I think she choose the right one.

Suddenly I felt in certainty, without anyone telling me that my time with free bird-thoughts was over with, as soon as I left this house. It was only here I had experienced them and they would probably wait for me here, to next time.

Now He was my sexually body’s Master too. I still love Master Micke, but at a possible brake with him I wouldn’t feel as a total catastrophe, as it did three days ago, sorry to say.

A girl has always her right to change her mind. A man has the same right, but only when he doesn’t want to be a worse man. *s*.

Sorry, that was a long text!

It will continue as soon as I can.

Cecilita

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