Recounting my time with my first Master [MF]

So here’s [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5nc68p/mf_recounting_my_time_with_my_first_master/)

This is the second part of our first day together.
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Have you ever been fucked so good that you feel yourself travel into another dimension? To where you forget your surroundings, the time, date, your name. The sounds, sights, and smells of his apartment disappeared. I was floating in a beautiful, jet-black abyss of raw, primal pleasure. Man and woman, fused into one. He was so deep inside, I forgot that his body was separate from mine. I came over and over and over again, until my heart started to hurt from racing so long.

My moans turned into weird, cavewoman grunts…I didn’t sound cute and flowery anymore. Sweat beads covered my arched back. My wetness slid down my big, brow thighs. Each time he would relentlessly pound into my overwhelmed pussy, I could feel a mist from my wetness splashing up between our meeting bodies. My makeup was smearing all over his couch. I feared what I might look like when he finally let me surface from his brutalizing of my body.
Reality hit when he pulled out of me. I let out an unexpectedly loud groan of disappointment. I remained in the same position that he originally put me in, lost in a daze…

I felt a tug on my long, wet, wild hair, which turned into a pull which yanked me completely off the couch. I hit the floor with a thud, but I felt no pain. My weak, quivering legs were spread, exposing my sore, cunt. I was breathing quickly and could feel my tits rise and fall. He stood, towering over me looking down with a smirk. I stared up at his still hard cock, standing straight out, glistening with my cum.

I closed my eyes because I was completely spent..I had no energy left in my body. I felt him grab my cuffed wrists and he then dragged me to the front of the fireplace. He pushed me over onto my side and my legs quivered again as the bar was still between them, forcing them apart. “Roll over slut” he said in that accent I was growing to adore. I rolled onto my back and was shocked by the cold wood underneath me. I was laying on a board about 1 inch thick, 4 feet wide and from the top of my head to my ankles. What the hell was he about to do now? I looked up and saw the clock with faded vision. Did this man seriously just fuck me for nearly 2 hours!? What was he on? What planet was he from? What the hell was next????

He strapped each wrist on the sides of my head. He then removed the bar from my ankle cuffs. He lifted my weak legs and slid large cuffs over my thighs that resembled the ankle and wrist cuffs. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more stimulation. I was completely overwhelmed, sore and exhausted. But regardless, he attached the thigh cuffs to chains a my sides, leaving my thighs sitting against my stomach, covering my tits. I was curled up into a ball, completely uncomfortable. But I was here for his pleasure, not my own. I didn’t dare protest. My round ass was slightly lifted off the platform. All of me was completely exposed and I was sure I didn’t look too nice all balled up in such a manner.

I just wanted him to hold me or something. What I’d just endured was more than I’d ever in my entire life. “Aw whats wrong, you had too much?” he asked outside of my field of vision. “No” I murmered. A devastating blow landed on my vulnerable ass with something that felt leather and flat. “It’s ‘No Sir’ you black slut. You better fucking address me right”. I whispered “I’m sorry Sir”.
Guilt swelled up in my chest. Disappointing him was the last thing I wanted to ever do. Sure, I was drunk off the best sex of my life, but I wanted so desperately for him to want me.

I suddenly felt something big and plastic rubbing against my aching pussy. It was covered in what felt like baby oil or lube. He pushed it slowly into my opening. Whatever this as, a dildo I assumed, was almost as big as a fist. He pushed in the head which bigger than I could handle. I squirmed and yelped out. I couldn’t see what was going on but this thing was too fucking big for my tiny pink hole. I felt his hot breath on my swollen clit. His lips fit nicely around it and he sucked my throbbing bud with his wet, warm mouth. I moaned louder than I wanted to. He sucked on my clit slowly and bobbed his head back and forth. I started to cum and he’d only been sucking for a couple minutes. My orgasm froze when he pushed the gigantic toy further into me. The pain traveled up my entire pussy, although he hadn’t penetrated all of it. He continued the sucking and added in flicking of his tongue. I wanted to cum but the big toy hurt so bad.

I could feel him stretching me beyond my limits.
He moved his head back a little, removing his mouth from my clit. I thought he was going to say something, but he put his wet lips on top of my clit and shook his face from side, to side. Within just a few minutes, my legs were shaking as my orgasm neared. Right when I was on the brink and thrusting my cunt at his face, he shoved the big toy into the depths of my pussy. I screamed out. The thing was too fucking big. He moaned, “good girl” and began fucking me with it. It hurt pretty goddamn bad. But the pain and pleasure mixed into one sensation. He pulled it nearly all the way out with each thrust, and slammed it back into the bottom of my cunt. It hurt and felt so good at the same time. The mixture of the two sensations made me nearly cry. I was cumming so hard while he was fucking me with this giant toy and biting all over my big thighs. This was too fucking much.

I didn’t kow what to do. I couldn’t move much in my position. The board was uncomfortable against my back but every time I acknowledged the sensation, I was pulled back into the assault on my pussy. He slowed down his thrusting and I suddenly felt a similar sensation begin to enter my ass. It was the other end of the dildo he was using to attack my pussy. He tried to push it into my ass slowly but the pain made me nearly cry. I fought against my restraints but could not move one inch. The more he pushed the toy into my ass, the deeper my agony grew. He pushed further and got half the head in.

REEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD

I’d screamed out my safe word, as my holes could not take any more of this. Tears welled in my eyes. Had I disappointed him? I couldn’t believe I called my safe word. This was my first impression with him and I wanted him to know that I would do whatever it took to be a good girl for him. I needed him to accept and take me.

He immediately stopped, and gently eased the toy out of both holes. He quickly removed my thigh and wrist cuffs, freeing me from the board. He helped me lower my legs out of the position and moved my hair out of my face. I laid there, completely confused, tired, sore, and embarrassed. My heart ached at the possibility of disappointing him.

He rushed back over to me with a glass of water. “Are you okay, how are you feeling”? I looked up and into his eyes, as I’ve been instructed to never do without permission. He had a soft, concerned look flickering in intense, brown eyes. “Im ok” I mumbled. “Lets get you on the couch so you can relax”. I sat up and he guided me back to the couch that he just destroyed me on.

I sat there, staring at the carpet, fighting back tears of defeat. He sat next to me and lifted my head up by my chin again. He looked deep into my eyes and said “I’m very proud of you. I purposely pushed you to your limits because I wanted you to see that if you called your word, everything stops and I will take care of you”. Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I want you to know that you are safe and you can trust me, that is why I purposely overwhelmed you.

We sat, and chatted about what just happened, vanilla things, and kinky things. It was so weird, yet so comforting to speak to him casually. I felt like I owed him so much more respect than a casual conversation. After chatting for nearly an hour he looked at me and changed his tone.
He explained that his sub must endure a lot. He said that if I were his, I’d be pushed beyond my limits, and he would show me parts of myself that I didn’t know exist. He said that he believed in excellence and would bring it out in me, but the road would not be easy, and I would be tested beyond any way I’d been before.

“So, do you want to be my sub…trained to be my slave?” He asked with a serious look on his face.
“Yes Sir” I said.
“It’s ‘yes Master’ from now on.” He said. “Now get over here”.

He leaned back and put one leg up on the couch. I thought he wanted me to go down on him again but he put his hand under my arm and guided me up higher. I somehow knew what he wanted and laid my head on his chest. He stroked my hair as I fell asleep.

I woke up some time later, and he told me to get up. Stuck in casual mode, I looked in his eyes and waited for command. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in front of him, with his now hard cock against my ass. He pushed me forward, quickly walking me into his bedroom. He stood me in front of his door and strapped my wrists into straps that hung over his door. He reached back and put something cold and metal on my nipples. He locked the clamps onto my nipples and the cold pain jolts me awake. Fear and excitement traveled rippled through my entire body as he stepped away. I could feel him rambling through an array of items in the drawer by his bed. From that moment, I truly felt that my body was a vessel for his will.

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