"Yes, Master!"

There is no sense in denying it: "Yes, Master!", you say.

"Why?"

You blink. "I... I don't know, Master. Because... because the way how you treat me since I arrived has aroused me incredibly. More than I ever thought possible. I need to... I ... need to..."

Despite all what happened so far, despite your surreal situation, kneeling naked in front of this man, collared and with your hands behind your head, there is still a part of you that feels shy about sex. There is still something of the old "You" that "made love" to Dave in a very conservative, controlled and romantic way. You blush and trail off. Steve shakes his head.

"You are wet, ****, because you are an untrained bitch in heat and you need to control your urges. And I will teach you how to do that. You will not cum tonight withouth my permission! If you feel close, you will always ask my permission first. Have you understood?"

You blink again. "Why...? Why would you... why do I... I don't understa..."

"Because I say so!", interrupts Steve sharp. You feel as if he slapped you right in the face, and you turn crimson. "Y... yes, Master!", you stammer. This is all confusing and highly arousing at the same time. It feels so... good to hand over control. It feels incredibly good to give yourself into these man's hands. There's something in his voice, in his tone, in his posture that tells you that he knows exactly what he's doing - and you clearly don't.

"Now stand up, ****!", Steve orders, and you slowly rise, your legs wobbly and shaky. "Over there!", comes the command, and you walk to the other side of the room, straight towards a tall X-shaped wooden cross. "What is this...?", you whisper, but your words turn into a high-pitched scream, as you feel a hard slap on your naked buttocks, followed by a sharp, stinging pain. You whimper.

"You are calling me 'Master', ****, and you don't talk unless you're asked", says Steve. "You are new, and I am a benignant Master, but the next time, you feel the paddle instead! Now turn around, back to the cross."

Fear rushes through your body, and the adrenalin seems to numb your pain immediatly. You turn and position your back against the wood. Steve is suddenly very close, takes your right wrist with a gentle but firm grip, and you feel leather restraints closing around your it. The same happens to your left arm. Finally, he kneels down, takes your legs, and positions them in a way that you stand slightly open and exposed. Soft clicking and rattling announces the ankle restraints which hold you tight in this position. You stand now shackled to the Saint Andrew's Cross, spreadeagled and utterly helpless. Your breasts are heaving from your deep, aroused breathing.

You feel Steve's fingers pinching your right nipple and you flinch. "Nice pair of tits you have, ****", he says. Then his hand suddenly carresses your left cheek gently. The tender and caring touch comes unexpected, and you gasp for air, the fear suddenly gone, replaced by a gushing surge of affection and arousal. Your whole body must be trembling. You stare at Steve, eyes wide open. "You are doing great, ****", he says, his voice still firm, but nevertheless gentle. "I will take good care of you. Just trust me and submit yourself to me."

"Yes, Master", you whisper. You feel the need to throw yourself to his feet, but you can't, tightly restrained to the cross as you are. Short chains clink as you move your arms, feeling helpless again, but in a strangely arousing and good way.

A soft buzzing announces the next step of your strange adventure. You go tense and try to recoil, as you see a vibrator with a big head in Steve's hand, but there is, of course, no room to maneuver. Steve places the buzzing head right on your nether lips, and your instinctive reaction is to close your knees, which, in this case, is cut short by the ankle restraints.

"Aaaaaaaawwwww!", you moan, as you feel the soft vibrations right on your clit. "Ooooooooohoooomygawd...! OOOOH!" Steve has increased the vibrations a notch. You writhe and you struggle, tugging at the chains with your arms, throwing your head to the side, opening and closing your legs as far as the restraints allow you.

"Oooohmygawdoohmyaaaaaaawfuckfuckfuck!", you don't even hear yourself, your whole body is filled with the tingling, arousing buzz of the vibe. "OooohfuckyesImcumminggggg...", you shout, as suddenly the vibrator is taken away. You pant. Still wriggling. This time to somehow get the stimulation back.

"I said you have to ask for permission", says Steve cooly, and snaps you out of your state. You stare at him, trying to focus.

"May... may I cum, please?", you aks hoarsly, and quickly add: "Master?"

"No!", he says. You whimper. Steve looks at you calmly and waits. After a while, he turns the vibrator back on, but to the lowest level, and returns it to your clit. "Oooooooohaaaaaaw!", you moan immediatly, as the stimulating vibrations are back, but they are somehow not enough to really get you going. He continues for quite a while, before the buzzing is suddenly increased. Your moaning turns to screaming, but this time, you remember his order, and, between short screams and long moans you ask: "Can I cum, please, Master? Can I cum?!"

"No", he says and his hand withdraws.

You throw yourself against the restraints, desperatly trying to continue the stimulation. Your thighs are trying to make contact to somehow put pressure on your clit and you whimper, screaming: "No! Please, please let me cum, Master! Please let me cum, pleeeeeeease!"

Steve does not move.

"Please, I need to cum, Master!", you sob. "Oh. My. God. I... Pleaseplease!"

As before, he waits until you have calmed down and the sensation of an imminent climax has vanished. Your breath is ragged, you feel sweat covering your whole body. Some strands of hair are hanging in your face. You must look like a mess. But you don't care. You need this release! Your whole body feels like pudding.

"Why do you need to cum, ****?", Steve suddenly asks.

You take a deep breath. "Because... because I am a bitch in heat, Master. A slut. A worthless bitch in heat who can't control herself. I need you to train me and show me the way." The words just tumble out of your mouth. Word you never would have thought you'd ever even consider to think - and certainly not say. But they feel right. You want to **** yourself in front of this man. It feels good to give him all the power, to speak out how small you feel. "Please, Master", you continue, sobbing: "I will do anything you say. I will submit. I will be your obedient ****. But please, let me cum!"

All of a sudden, you feel his fingers on your clit, flaring up all the sexual arousal in a heartbeat. Steve deftly massages you, probing with his fingers, circling around your clit, playing with you. You immediatly feel again close to climax.

"OH! Oh, I'm cumming! May I cum, Master? Please, may I...?"

"Not yet!", he interrupts, while his fingers continue.

"But I am close, Master!", you whimper. "I am close!!"

"Hold it!", he orders.

"I can't!!!", you are screaming now.

"Hold it, or I will whip you bloody and throw you out of my door!"

His words are a cold splash and a hot surge of arousal at the same time. You gasp again and whimper, and try to hold back your climax. It feels like fighting a giant wave, but somehow, it works. Your head starts to spin. You are screaming, babbling and moaning at the same time. Nothing makes sense anymore. There's just this wave of the approaching climax that you are riding, trying to contain. And his order, of course. His order fills your head, your mind, your senses. Hold it. Don't cum. Not without his permission. Fireworks are exploding in your head, but you are not cumming yet. You fight. You hold.

"Please, Master...", you whimper, so soft that you don't hear yourself.

"Please what?"

"Please, may I cum?"

"You may. Cum for me, ****."

Your scream echoes from the walls of the big room. You scream louder and longer than ever before. The orgasm that engulfs you is the strongest sensation you have ever felt. And you know that the trigger for this incredibly feeling was the voice of a man you had not even met yesterday. Not his fingers. His voice. His permission.

The big wave crushes on top of you and buries you in a million exploding stars and yanks you deep, deep under water into blackness.