My First Appointment

I awoke from a deep sleep around 8 a.m., feeling well-rested. My plug was still in my ass, and Andrew was nowhere to be found. He had likely slept in the spare room again, irritated by my refusal to remove my collar. The only time that came off was when I showered or bathed, and even then, it went straight back on. I had my pyjamas on, so at least Andrew couldn’t see the plug sticking out. He’d have a fit about it, as usual, but I didn’t care. I was my own woman now—no longer the perfect trophy wife, but an owned submissive. The thought excited me, the idea of giving up almost total control to another for mutual pleasure. Andrew never gave me that; deep down, he only cared about himself.

I checked the spare room. As expected, Andrew had slept there but had already left for the office. Typical. I shrugged, thinking, "Oh well, I’ll do what I want." I returned to our bedroom, and as I sat on the bed, my phone pinged. The discreet app I used required a code, and when I entered it, there was a message from my Master, Mark.

"Good morning. Please attend this appointment. Arrive promptly at 10 a.m." The message included an address and a single request: Red lips. Excitement coursed through me. Mark was going to use me again, and I couldn’t wait. It was already 8:45 a.m., so I hurried into the shower, pulling out my plug and giving it a wash before placing it on the shelf beside me. After a thorough cleaning, I popped the plug back in just before stepping out, then dried off and dressed in something easy to remove: a short dress and a tight top showing off my cleavage—no panties, of course.

By 9:25, I had checked the address again and realized it was a 30-minute drive. I grabbed my keys and set off, excitement bubbling inside me. I pulled into Mark's driveway at exactly 9:58 a.m., two minutes ahead of time. His car was already parked, and as I approached the door and knocked, Mark opened it with a grin. He gestured for me to enter and, as I walked past, grabbed my ass.

"Mmm, nice ass. No panties. I like that," he said with a smirk.

I smiled back and asked, "Do I call you Sir, or something else, seeing as you’re my Master?"

"Yes, Sir is fine when we’re playing. Mark otherwise." He smiled again and offered me coffee, which I accepted. We sat at the kitchen table and chatted for a while, him explaining that he was working from home today, with no calls or meetings expected. He might get a random call, but it wouldn’t matter. After finishing our coffee, he beckoned me to stand beside him. As I did, I noticed his hard cock straining against his pants. Good, I thought. I need this.

He bent me over the table, running his hands up my legs and over my ass, his fingers brushing against the plug lodged inside me. "Good girl," he murmured with a smile. His fingers found my pussy lips, and I gasped softly, closing my eyes as shivers of excitement ran down my spine. Andrew never touched me like this—never had this kind of power over me—but Mark did. And I loved it. I knew I had to keep Andrew content, maintain the life he provided. I’d let him roll on and off me like he always did, faking my pleasure, while saving my real desires for Mark. My body was now my Master’s to do with as he pleased.

Mark pulled up my skirt, exposing my ass fully. He spanked me lightly, the sting sending pleasure straight to my core. I'd never been spanked before, and each slap brought groans of delight from my lips. After a few minutes, he stopped, pulling my dress back down before leading me upstairs to his office. His laptop was open on the desk, tape covering the camera. Good, I thought. I had no desire to be recorded. Mark stripped off his clothes, his cock rock hard, and sat down in his chair. He looked me up and down, then instructed me to undress slowly.

I did as told, peeling off my shirt and bra, my nipples hard with arousal. I unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor, and stood naked before him. Mark beckoned me closer, running his hands up my legs and squeezing my ass cheeks before sucking on my tits, his tongue flicking over my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through me. Andrew never gave me this kind of attention—it was always about him. But Mark... he knew exactly what I needed. Our lips met in a heated kiss, tongues intertwined, before he pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted without needing to be told.

I kissed his swollen balls, sucking them gently as I held his hard cock at the base. Precum glistened at the tip, and I licked it up before taking him fully into my mouth. Slowly, I worked his shaft, my red lipstick smeared down his cock as I pleasured him. Halfway through, his phone rang. He answered, telling me to keep going as he spoke to a colleague. I held his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, but slowed my pace to allow him to talk. His call didn’t last long, and soon I resumed sucking, feeling his cock swell and throb as he approached climax.

But he stopped me. "Stand up. Turn around," he commanded. I obeyed. He pulled out the plug and licked my holes, his tongue delving deep into my pussy and ass. After a few moments, he guided me onto his lap, sliding his cock into my wet pussy, and instructed me to ride him. I ground my hips against him, feeling his hands exploring my body as I moved. His cock filled me completely, and we both groaned with pleasure.

Before long, Mark shifted me, turning me around and straddling me as he positioned his cock at my ass. Slowly, I guided him in, his shaft sliding easily into my well-prepared hole. His cock filled my ass as I rode him, his hands gripping my cheeks tightly. We kissed as he fucked me, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through my body. He called me every name imaginable—"slut, whore, little fucktoy"—and I relished it. I was his, after all. Within minutes, he slammed me down on his cock and unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside my ass, filling me with his hot, sticky load. We groaned together, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Panting and out of breath, he ordered me off his cock. Cum leaked from my ass, pooling on his stomach and cock. "Clean me up, whore," he commanded. "Yes, Sir," I replied obediently, taking his cock into my mouth and licking it clean, tasting the mix of cum and my own juices. As I worked, his phone rang again. He spoke to another colleague while I continued sucking his softening cock, my eyes fixed on his as I lovingly cleaned every drop of cum from him.

Once he finished the call, Mark smirked. "Good whore," he said. "But this appointment is far from over." He disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a bottle filled with warm liquid—his piss. He handed it to me. "You must be thirsty. Drink." I hesitated for only a second before raising the bottle to my lips, swallowing his piss. It felt so wrong, yet so right, and I couldn’t refuse my Master’s command. He watched with satisfaction as I drank, though he allowed me to stop halfway. Then, he reinserted my plug, sealing his cum inside me.

As we discussed future appointments, Mark hinted at gangbangs with both familiar and new partners. He reassured me that they all knew my limits and would treat me well, or they’d have to deal with him. I was his property, after all, and no harm would ever come to me under his watch. His words filled me with anticipation for what was to come.

But before long, Mark was hard again. He bent me over the desk, yanking up my skirt and pounding my pussy hard, the plug still lodged in my ass. His hands gripped my hips, his thrusts growing rougher. I orgasmed under the relentless pace, my body tensing as pleasure ripped through me. He kept going, smacking my ass and pulling my hair, until, after what felt like hours, he came again, flooding my pussy with his hot spunk.

He stayed inside my pussy until his cock began to go limp, his hands softly caressing my body, gliding over my ass. The gentle touch sent tingles through me, heightening my pleasure even as he slowly pulled out. His cum began to dribble down my leg in thick, creamy strands. Without hesitation, I reached down, scooping it up with my fingers and licking the warmth from them. I repeated the motion, savoring every drop until I had gathered it all, though my pussy was still filled with my Master’s seed.

Mark, now sitting back in his chair, commanded me to suck him clean. His cock still oozed cum, and I turned to obey, taking him into my mouth and sucking him thoroughly, as he liked. Once he was satisfied with my effort, he instructed me to finish the rest of my drink. The bottle was still warm, filled with his piss. I began to sip it slowly, making sure to maintain eye contact with him as I swallowed. The taste, once foreign to me, had become something I relished. It didn’t take long to finish the bottle, and I found myself surprised by how much I enjoyed it. When I handed the bottle back to him, he smiled approvingly.

Just then, his phone rang—it was another call from one of his team. He sat back in his chair to take the call, while I knelt at his feet, caressing his legs and occasionally touching his cock and balls. My touch was light and teasing, a show of appreciation for my Master while he spoke. At times, I reached down to touch myself, my pussy still wet and full from his earlier release.

When the call ended, we talked casually for a while. I made one request of him—that I never be filmed or photographed during our sessions. Mark agreed, reassuring me it was already one of his rules, apologizing for not making that clear from the beginning. I smiled in relief and thanked him, appreciating how careful he was with my boundaries. Our conversation flowed naturally, and he occasionally kissed and touched me, igniting a feeling of lustful desire that I had long been deprived of. Mark had shown me what I had been missing for so long, and I was determined to embrace it fully. My gentle touches had the desired effect, and soon, his cock began to harden once again.

Without waiting for instruction, I leaned in and began to suck him slow and deep, his cock growing to its full length in my mouth. My saliva coated his shaft and ran down to his balls, wet and slick. Mark tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned with pleasure, praising me as a "good girl." I worked his cock for what felt like an eternity, savoring every moment of his pleasure. Eventually, he placed his hand on my head, pushing it down further, and I felt his cock pulse as he began to cum down my throat. I moaned as the salty jets filled my mouth, each spurt hitting the back of my throat. Even for his third load, it was impressive. I carefully pulled back, ensuring not a drop was spilled, then opened my mouth to show him the creamy contents before swallowing it all in one gulp, proving that nothing was left.

Mark smiled, calling me a "good girl" again, and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. He then instructed me to get dressed, while he did the same. Once I was clothed, he pulled out a chair for me to sit in. "Our appointment is over," he said, "and you performed exceptionally well." I smiled, feeling a deep sense of pride knowing I had pleased him. We talked a little more about future appointments, which he mentioned might be as frequent as daily or several times a week. I listened intently, nodding in agreement, licking my lips with a smile.

As I prepared to leave, Mark walked me to the door. Before opening it, I kissed him, and he gave my ass a playful grope. I stepped out, got into my car, and drove off, deciding to head to the gym for my daily workout. My ass, pussy, and stomach were still full of cum, and the plug remained snug in my ass. This life—this ownership—was everything I had never known I wanted. Mark had claimed me, body and soul, and I couldn’t wait to see where he would take me next.