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Ashley presents herself
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Ashley Presents Herself
The small imitation bug landed softly on the calm surface, and I
watched as the rings from its slight splash circled outward
noiselessly. When they had almost ceased, I tugged gently on the
line, making the bug dance jerkily, as if struggling to free
itself from the surface film. There was a beaver swimming across
the lake to my left, his brown head and upper body hidden from
time to time by the early morning mist as it rose from the
warming water.
I saw the fish long before he reached the top of the water,
zooming up vertically beneath the lure as if shot from a cannon.
He broke the surface violently, his mouth wide open, enhaling the
bug and flipping and twisting his body in the air before plunging
back into the depths. When he had disappeared from view I
gathered in the slack in the fly line, and holding it tightly
against the rod with my forefinger, snapped my wrist upward,
setting the hook in the jaw of the unsuspecting fish. It had not
appeared to be an especially large fish, but as he turned and
swam toward the middle of the lake the rod was pulled around by
the force of his escape and the line blistered my finger as it
was torn from the reel.
His fight was challenging and exciting, but in the end no match
for the skills of his captor. As I removed the hook and held him
by his lower lip I was amazed at the power he had shown in his
small body and the fight he had put up. Lowering him back into
the clear water, I smiled as he shook his tail and swam off as if
the entire battle of self preservation had only been a momentary
interruption in a very normal day.
I hooked the lure into the cork handle and tightened up the line
before turning to start the outboard. I could leave now. He had
been the only fish in hours of casting, but he was enough. The
sun was rising higher now, the wind beginning to pick up, and I
had driving to do.
In the summer months, especially before I was to have an
encounter with a submissive, I often spent such mornings at the
lake. The serene beauty which surrounded me and the anticipation
which accompanied each cast I made seemed to tune my mind and
condition it, preparing it and me for what was to take place
later in much different surroundings.
My trip on this day would be to what the owners claimed to be the
oldest continuously occupied frame plantation dwelling in the
state. It had been converted into a Bed and Breakfast Inn several
years prior to my first visit there, and the owners had carefully
and beautifully restored the main house as well as the former
slave cabins scattered around the property into tastefully
decorated lodgings for guests.
I had reserved the cabin called Sanco Pansy, named after a slave
who had chosen to continue to live on the plantation even after
his emancipation. The beamed celings and large fireplace made a
most romantic setting which was enhanced by the excellent stereo
and hot tub which were the only modern conveniences to conflict
with the ageless warmth of the room.
The cabin was nestled in a grove of old oaks and maples off to
the left of the main house, just out of sight, and the other
cabins and outbuildings were still further along the winding
gravel driveway which wound around the old plantation.
To retire to such a setting after a morning on the lake was in
itself a most enjoyable experience, one which would only be
enhanced by the delicious meal served family style in the large
dining room in the main house. To add to that the marvelous
opportunity of spending time with Ashley, one of the most
beautiful and exciting hungrily submissive women I've ever known,
made it an experience I would never forget.
I drove straight from the lake to the old plantation, timing my
arrival so that I could leisurely prepare myself for Ashley. As I
soaked in the tub I thought of the lovely woman who would in just
a few hours be presenting herself to me, her MASTER.
I had first met Ashley at a dance given annually in a near-by
city as a fund-raiser for a charity to which I was a frequent
contributor. She was the lead singer in the band which provided
the evening's entertainment, and her talents were the highlight
of their contribution. She was a beautiful woman in her middle
twenties, a woman who was proud of her body and her sexuality and
who used both of them to compliment her excellent voice and
carefully choreographed and fluidly performed movements on stage.
As often happens, I was drawn to her from the start, led by that
intuition which all real MASTER's have for women with her
hungers. In spite of the excellent view I had of her long
curvaceous legs and the tempting and delightful beauty of her
full breasts, I found myself drawn to her eyes as she sang. They
held the secrets of her soul, and as I danced with my partner's
back to the stage, Ashley's eyes met mine in that way which only
those who have experienced can understand or appreciate. She
continued to sing, and I continued to dance, and the band played
on...but from that moment on two strangers in the room were no
longer strangers, but knew deep inside that they knew each other
well and that they would know each other even better before all
was said and done.
We never spoke that night at the dance, Ashley and I, and two
days passed before I was able to learn her name and where she
worked. Our conversation the phone that day is one I will long
remember.
"Ashley...I hope you don't mind me calling you at work. I was at
the dance night before last, and you made quite an impression on
me", I said, upon reaching her at last.
"I know who you are, and I'm glad you called...I knew you would",
she replied.
"I danced quite a bit just in front of the stage...I was with the
blonde in the black dress.."
"Yes, I know", she interrupted, "I really did know you would
call. I could feel it when you looked at me."
"And you know also, Ashley, that as much as I enjoyed your
musicianship, that it is not the reason for my call, dont' you?"
"Yes!" Her breathing was becoming obvious now.
"You have known men like me before, have you not, Ashley?"
"Yes." She paused. "Yes, once."
"Yes, and that man knew and understood you in ways that no other
man ever has, didn't he, Ashley?"
"Yes..yes, he did."
"Why were you so sure that I would call you, Ashley?"
"You're...you're like he was. You're a stranger, but yet, we
aren't strangers...you know me already, don't you? Just like he
did."
"Yes, Ashley, I do."
"When can we meet? Where shall I meet you?", she asked.
"Tonight, the restuarant in the square. Eight o'clock. You will
wear a short dress, high heels, ear-rings, and red lipstick."
"Tonight..yes..I won't disappoint you."
"I'm sure of that, Ashley...very sure."
I toweled myself off and slid the black briefs up into place.
Ashley had certainly been no disappointment that first night, and
I knew as I continued dressing that she would never be a
disappointment to any man who knew the hungers and desires that
lived so deeply within her and who was capable of feeding them.
I was on the phone going over some of the arrangements I had made
with John, the owner of the Bed and Breakfast, when I heard her
car drive up outside. I stood and looked out the window, watching
as the door opened and she swung her long legs out of the car.
The short skirt slid deliciously upward and she had to tug it
back down as she stood. It fit tightly, and as she turned and
walked to the back of the car to get her luggage out, her ass
moved sensously, straining the fabric. Even if she hadn't been
submissive she would have been one great fuck, there was no doubt
about that.
I hung up the phone and moved to the door, opening it for her
before she could knock. She smiled broadly and entered, setting
the bag down and looking around the room with surprised delight.
"I didn't expect it to be this nice, but it's really lov..."
I interrupted her remarks by pressing my mouth hard against hers
and pushing her back against the closed door, taking her hands in
mine and pinning them above her head as I kissed her. I could
feel her yielding in every part of her body as she responded to
my kiss hotly, her tongue dancing against mine, soft moans
gurgling deep in her throat. When I released her hands and moved
my own lower to caress her, she kept them there, holding them
limply above her head, pressed against the door as if I were
still imprisoning them. I slid the short skirt up to her waist
and reached between her legs, grasping her with one hand pressed
against her naked crotch. My middle finger slid in easily and in
no time I had inserted two more alongside it. She squirmed
against my hand, kissing me more passionately now.
Lifting with the hand I was using to probe her wet opening, and
supporting her with my other arm around her waist, I pulled
upward until her feet left the floor and she was suspended on the
fingers inside her cunt. She grunted, and her mouth opened wider
as she gasped, but it was obvious that being held in this way was
exciting her as well as surprising her. I felt her press her
knees toward each other and then open again as she attempted ways
of hunching while suspended in this fashion. She continued doing
that, moving them inward and then outward again, and I could feel
her muscles tighten and relax against my fingers as I continued
holding her.
Slowly I lowered her to the floor again, smiling as she
immediately began moving her hips back and forth hotly against my
hand, bending at the knees as she hunched at the fingers in her
wet and hungry cunt. Her mind was no longer on our kiss, and her
mouth was open wide as her breathing grew more and more labored.
I moved my left arm from around her waist and slid my hand inside
her top, cupping her left breast and squeezing it as I broke our
kiss and looked deeply into her eyes. With her arms still
upraised, Ashley turned her head to one side and closed her eyes
tightly as her orgasm began. "Ungh...ungh...ungh...", she moaned,
her hips bucking faster now against the three fingers which were
fucking her roughly and insistently. She slid down the door
slightly as her knees buckled and her hips jerked outward. Her
eyes opened widely and her grunts ceased as her face seemed to
freeze for a moment as the sudden rush of her orgasm coursed
through her. Her head fell forward and there was a great gush of
air from her mouth as the passion began locating itself in her
clitoris. Her head flew backward once again as her arms flung
themselves around me, pulling me to her hard, the hungry passion
still exploding within her.
As the passion slowly subsided, I could feel her full chest
rising and falling against me, and she began softly caressing the
back of my head and neck with her hands and kissing me softly on
the cheek and neck. I held my fingers still inside her, feeling
her juices between them and on them, and beginning to run down my
palm. Sliding the fingers from her slowly, I moved away from her
slightly and held them in front of my face, smiling at the way
they coated my fingers. Ashley took my hand in hers and pulled it
to her mouth, licking her fluids from my fingers and sucking each
finger clean while she stared deeply into my eyes.
When she had cleaned them, I stepped back away from her and
looked up and down her body, pleased at the sight of her with her
skirt up around her waist and her naked and now wet thighs so
delightfully exposed to me. She tugged at the hem of her top,
pulling it from her skirt and lifting it over her head. She
tossed it to the side of her on the floor and unbuttoned the
skirt, letting it slide from her hips, kicking it to the side as
well. Kneeling in front of me with her legs slightly parted, and
then sitting between her feet, she placed her arms behind her
back and grasped the elbow of each arm with her hands, her
breasts pushing themselves out toward me in the process. Her eyes
lowered, she spoke softly to me once again.
"I am YOURS, MASTER...YOURS to do with as you will. Use me for
YOUR pleasure in all YOUR ways. Spare me nothing, have no
reservations, YOU know me, MASTER...as no man ever has. I am YOUR
slave, YOUR slut, YOUR whore, and I exist for YOUR pleasure,
MASTER!"
Still having not spoken a word to her, I unzipped my pants and
took my hard cock out as I stepped closer to her. With my left
hand I lifted her chin, allowing her to see my thick meat
presented to her. She rose to her knees and moved her head toward
my crotch, her mouth opening to accept my dick. I fed the head of
my cock into her slowly, feeling her tongue caress it as it slid
further and further into her face. Her lips closed around the
shaft as I took her head in my hands and began stroking in and
out of her with long even movements. Her arms were still locked
behind her back, and her hard nipples were now grazing my thighs
as I fucked her faster. I would not postpone the inevitable, nor
would I screw her mouth tenderly. Her comfort and pleasure was of
no consequence for the moment, the only concern was my orgasm,
the dumping of my cum into her mouth and throat. I could feel it
building within me, and I fucked her roughly, pulling and pushing
her head back and forth as I shoved my thick cock back and forth
between her lips.
The moment the cum began erupting from my cock, I shoved the full
length of it deeply into her, my balls slapping against her chin,
my hands pulling her tightly to my crotch. My cock jerked inside
her, spurting its loads of hot white fuck down her throat. I
threw my head back, my mouth open, grunting as I fed her. When I
was done, I released her head and withdrew my still hard member,
wiping the tip of it on her cheek before tucking it back into my
pants. She lowered her eyes once more and sat back between her
feet.
"Thank YOU, MASTER, for using YOUR slave's mouth. YOUR slave
delights in the taste of YOUR cum, and in being fucked however
YOU choose."
I smiled warmly at her and sat on the edge of the bed, taking in
her submissive beauty. A drop of cum was making its way down her
chin. I watched it until it fell from there to her thigh.
"You have serviced your MASTER well, Ashley, MY slave. Now rise
and clean yourself as it will soon be time to join the others for
dinner. I will choose appropriate clothing for you while you
wash."
As I removed her clothing from her suitcase and selected her
outfit for the evening we chatted about her trip and my earlier
experiences on the lake. While I knew she was curious about my
plans for the remainder of our time there, I also knew well that
she would not ask or question me about them, but would simply
accept whatever I had planned for her. Our conversations during
and since our first dinner together had allowed me to learn much
about her and the things which she fantasized about and hungered
for. We still had much to do together.
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