Forbidden Surrender SeXStoRY

She knew she shouldn't be here. There was someone waiting on her at home that loved her and she loved in return. She wondered why his love wasn't enough. Why she couldn't be happy with the tender way he loved her. Why she yearned for a Master's touch. They were happy, or at least he thought. How could he understand the cravings she felt to be dr**ed over a man's knee, to feel the warm fire of heat that a spanking gave her. Or how being suspended and flogged made her feel more desire than she could ever explain to him. She knew as soon as she walked through the Master's doors she'd forget all the tender moments her lover and she had shared earlier that night. She knew as well that she would think about these needs hours after she had left her Master. She needed her lover and they had shared so many wonderful years together. But her Master, he was like the air she breathed, she needed the feelings and emotions he made her feel. She walked up to the door and knocked. The door was answered by his servant and as usual he took her coat and purse. She walked into the bathroom and stripped off her clothing. Then opening the long black box she put on her ankle and wrist cuffs, and held the black leather collar in her hands. She walked out of the bathroom and down the long dimly lit hall to his study and opened the doors. She walked over in front of his desk and kneeled, knowing he would be with her in moments. She placed her hands on her knees and bowed her head, and heard the slight creaking of the doors being opened. He came up behind her and retrieved the collar she had placed beside her seconds earlier. She lifted her long dark hair and felt the leather collar being placed around her neck. Then she felt the coolness of silk covering her eyes, blocking out all sight. He lifted her roughly and she felt herself being led outside the doors and down the hall. Soon she felt the coolness of cement under her bare feet, and knew she was in his dungeon. From memory she knew her surroundings. She began to tremble in anticipation. He guided her over to the corner of the room and placed her hands in suspension cuffs, she loved the feeling of the soft fleece encasing her wrists. Her legs were roughly pushed apart and she felt them both being closed in stronger cuffs. Then she felt her arms being lifted until she was stretched up on her tip toes. His hands began caressing her back with soft strokes. Then she felt the texture of rabbit skin fur being rubbed down her long legs and across her buttocks. She smelled the familiar smell of baby powder next as he rubbed it over her shoulders and back and buttocks. She moaned under his soft touch her head falling forward in abandonment. Then she felt the cool board of his paddle on her bare buttocks. He brought the paddle down lightly on her rear and she felt her body grow wet and hot with desire. Then he worked up the strokes of the paddle until she was writhing and moaning with the f***e behind each swing. She felt the familiar warmth between her legs, and heat of her reddened buttocks. He continued using the paddle until she was sobbing and then he stopped. Caressing her hair and whispering words of soft praise in her ear. The strands of the suede flogger caressed her back seconds later. The strands slowly slid between her parted thighs and she arched into them. The first strike of the flogger left her breathless under the impact. He worked her body over with the flogger until tears streamed down her face and she felt her body tighten in release. He let the strands of the flogger strike against her sensitive breast and she felt them harden in immediate response. She begged him to let her find release as the blows continued to stimulate her every nerve. Then he gave her permission to come and she felt her body explode into wonderful sensation. She was floating, feeling her body dissolve into the wonderful sensation that only he could bring her to. Tears were streaming down her face, and her emotions had over flowed until she was slipping away from reality. He brought her back to earth slowly with light caresses and whispers of how wonderful a slave she was. Once she had quieted and her breathing had become normal again he removed the blindfold. His hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back as he place gentle bites on her neck. "There is someone with us today, my pet," he stated in a firm whisper as he uncuffed her, holding her up for support. She slowly turned and there in her Master's leather chair, was her lover. She walked over to him in a daze, feeling ashamed for betraying him. She fell down at his feet in broken sobs and her lover began caressing her hair. " I have never seen you more beautiful then I have today," he whispered to her. She lifted tear filled and startled eyes to him. Her lover took her chin and lifted it slowly, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "He has agreed to let me train him to be your Master, pet," her Master stated. "Sir," she whispered in soft respect," How did you know ?" she questioned. "As you live to serve and please me, pet," he stated," I in turn want your happiness as well." Epilogue The couple continued training with the Master for many months after that first night. He helped them find a solution that worked for both of them. They still visit with him once a month and both of them will always be grateful for the patience and unselfishness of giving his slave over to the one that truly held her heart.