True Sex Stories: The True Lesson

A master, a slave, oral pleasure...and a well deserved punishment.

Each morning, she wakes him with service.  She wakes him with her mouth on his cock.  Her hands stroking him.  Her tongue on his balls.  Sometimes she wakes him by curling in bed next to him rubbing her ass against her Masters cock.  It's how he wants her to start each day.  Knowing that her priority is to serve him first, before she gets on with her day.  Carrying out her normal tasks and responsibilities, many that don't include her Master at all.

Often the morning ritual will consist of Masters cock being served.  Mornings that he is very tired, he will allow her to suck his cock until he is hard and awake and he will watch her as she stroke his cock with her mouth.  When she takes him deep into her mouth, he instinctively thrusts against her pretty face, but other than that he will let her work.  She takes pride in finding her place in the morning.

This morning however, Master was feeling less generous.  He was awake before her, and while he allowed her to sleep, he started to get a bit annoyed that he was having to wait for his slut to serve him.  He could wake her, but he hesitated, feeling a touch of Dom Guilt for his selfishness.  He reached out for her, having allowed her to sleep next to him in bed the night before and pulled her warm body close to his.  His cock was already hard and her vulnerability only seemed to fuel his need to posses her.

Lately she had been distant.  Uncertain.  Life had taken them into rocky waters and while Master did his best to comfort her, and she did her best to please him- miscommunication had caused tension between them- and even as she fell asleep in his arms the previous night, she still felt miles away.

Sliding down her back, he kissed her skin and ran his fingers over her body.  She barely groaned in her heavy slumber.  He notice how smooth she was, how warm her skin felt against his lips.  He move lower and pressed his face between the soft cheeks of her ass.  She was awake now, responding as he pushed her forward and stroked her with his tongue.  She moaned gently, wondering what she had done to deserve this?

He pushed to fingers into her cunt and dug at her g-spot.  It pushed her excitement to a higher level so quickly she could not catch her breath.  She pushed and squirmed against his fingers and his mouth.  His tongue assaulted her ass and his fingers manipulated her g-spot and until the orgasm was not even an option.  He was not allowing her to ask permission, just pushing her to it.  She could not get the words out fast enough, so she tried to move away from him, but his free arm reached up and grabbed her arm, pulling her in place.  He would take her orgasm.  She wondered again, but for different reason…

what she had done to deserve this?

She came violently- despite her best efforts to push him away or plead his permission.  When she was finally able to speak it was to cry out in pleasure.  She lost herself in pleasure but as he pulled away from her, she felt his stare coming down on her.  She lay quietly, her body still somewhat curled in half.

"Master?" she stammered out, "I… I'm.."

He was almost smirking, but not really, "Yes Slut?"

He stepped away from the bed after telling her to wait there.  She kept her eyes forward, knowing better than to question or watch.  She wondered what he would come back with?  The cane?  The whip?  The evil stick?

Instead he reached over and grabbed her by the loop on her collar and pulled her off the bed.  She hurried to her knees and then moved across the hard wood floor, following him to the next room.  The red chair was their cuddle chair.  Where they settled at the end of the evening to talk.  It was where they played, where he would hold her, sing to her, make love to her.  The green chair was the punishment chair.  It was less comfortable.  It had hard arm rests with wooden dog faces.  It was where she would lean over when he would spank her.  It was where she would sit while waiting for punishments.  It was her time out chair.  She would rather sit on the floor than sit in the green chair.

"Slave- go where you think you belong."

Her head felt heavy.  She wanted to protest, that she could not be held truly responsible when Master so clearly forced her into the orgasm.  She did not deserve punishment for it.  She did not do anything wrong- it was his fault.  She wanted to cry.  It was not fair.  She thought for a moment, of standing on her feet and defiantly walking to the red chair.  It had been several tough days and she should be rewarded for her loyal behavior, not punished on Masters whim.

Then she remembered,  Words he had spoken to her before, "Punishment, my love, is not just for corrections.  Sometimes, it just pleases me to punish you.  To remind you who you belong to.  To know that I own you and I can punish you just because it pleases me to do so."  She realized that it did not matter who was right or wrong.  It did not make a difference why they had quarreled or who's fault it was.  She knew her Master.  When she truly stopped to think about it, she knew her Master the way she knew herself.  This was not a punishment, but a way for her to come back to her Master.  After days of hard feelings, he wanted her to come back to him.  He wanted her submission, without question.  He wanted his slave to feel like she was his again.

She moved down on all 4's an crawled to the green chair.  She sat down in front of it, and sat up, leaning her head on the cushion and presenting her bottom for Master to spank.  He approached her, rubbing her ass with the paddle that was in his back pocket.  "You are a good girl," he whispered softly to her, "Thank you for being a wonderful slave."

She was back in her place, he thought to himself.  While the first strike came down on her bare ass, he thought he saw her smile.

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