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Tawnya’s Training, Chapter 2

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Monday morning found me back at the office and dealing with the typical workday routine. I was busy on the computer putting together a report for the head office when the phone rang. “Hello?” I answered. “Miss Addams, you have a call on line 3.” It was my secretary. “Thank you,” I said, and I pushed the button to connect to the call. “This is Tawnya Addams,” I said. “Hello whore,” the deep masculine voice said. I knew in an instant who it was and I felt my cunt dampen in excitement. “Master! Oh hello, Sir! You surprised me calling me like this!” I said, as I caught my breath. I picked up the cordless handset of my phone and walked to my office door, shutting it for privacy sake. “That was my intention. I just thought I would call and see how you are doing. And if you are thinking about me,” he said. “Oh yes, Master I am thinking about you – more than you know!” I said. And that was the truth too, he had been on my mind since I had left him two days ago. Sweet memories of what happened that day and keen anticipation of what was to come filled my thoughts. And now with him on the telephone, any thoughts other than of him were quickly squashed. “Well I have been thinking of you too, whore. I have been thinking about your performance the other day and how we can improve it,” he said. “You didn’t like my performance the other day, Master?” I asked, concerned. “No, I didn’t say that. You did fine, but there’s always room for improvement. You will always be trying to improve and learn new things – that is the journey you have begun. D/s is not a destination. You will never “get there”. Rather it is a continuous learning experience. You will learn new things and learn how to be better at the old ones. You are and will always be a work in progress – my partially finished work of art.” “Yes, Master,” I said, smiling at that idea. “One of the areas in which I want you to work on is your deepthroating skills. I noticed you had a little difficulty taking me completely down your throat. Now admittedly, I am bigger than most men and probably most of the men you have had, but you will need to learn how to swallow me completely. So in order for you to train your throat to accept my cock, I want you to go to an adult store and buy a dildo that is at least the same size as I am so you can practice at home,” he instructed me. “Yes, Master. I know of a couple of those places. I will do it this afternoon,” I said. “Very good. The other thing I want you to do before we meet again is I want you to get checked for STD’s. Now I am sure you are clean and I don’t mean it like it sounds, but the next time we meet, I intend to take my pleasure out in you and I want to make sure we are playing safe. So go to the nearest free clinic this week and get checked for any STD’s. It won’t cost anything, or it will be minimal if it does. Bring the doctors report saying you are clean with you. I will do likewise, so we will both know we are clean and safe,” he said. “Yes, Master. I will make an appointment for it as soon as I get off the phone with you. And I will be sure to bring the report with me this weekend. Is there anything else?” I asked. “Good girl. No that will do for now. I will call you again before the week is done and we will talk more,” he said. “Yes, Master. I look forward to it,” I said and hung up the phone. Sitting there after talking with my Master, I noticed my heart was pounding and my breath was coming in short pants. I also noticed I was damp. This man was incredible! I got up from my desk and went to the bathroom. I had an uncontrollable urge to masturbate and get myself off, that was the power this man had over me! On my way home from work that night, I stopped by one of the adult shops we have here just outside of town. I picked one that was a good distance from my neighborhood – I didn’t want anyone I knew to possibly see me in there! I walked into the place and took a quick look around. There was only one male customer in the store along with the young kid behind the counter. That was about as safe as it was going to get in there so I went to check out the selection. I perused what was available, most of which were of average size between six and eight inches in length. Küçükköy escort Too small for my needs. I needed a massive cock! Finally I found one that would be perfect for my needs. A ten inch long, three inch circumference beast of a cock with a handy suction cup base. Perfect for practicing my deep throating and it would also stick to the shower walls for a little itch-scratching in the shower! I picked up the dildo and as I was walking up to the front counter to pay for it, I happened across the BDSM section. I looked over what was there in the display case and how the two manikins (one male and one female) were dressed. The male manikin was dressed as a Master and the female as a slave. Between the manikins and the items in the display case, I could feel myself cunt starting to drool – I needed to get my purchase and get out of there before I got too soaked! I could hardly wait till I got home after I bought my new training aid. I wanted to get at that dildo and see how good I was. Once I did get home and into my apartment, I tossed my blazer over my chair and kicked my heels off and went to the kitchen table to open my new friend. I opened the box and took the monster out. It had a soft silky feeling but it smelled of plastic. I put it to my lips and licked it. It wasn’t unpleasant tasting, but it didn’t take like my Master’s delicious cock! That’s when I thought that maybe if I could soak it in my slick cunt, it might taste better. I had tasted myself many times and so I started looking around for a suitable place to use to suction cup base. I thought about the refrigerator but the cold surface might not be too good, plus my fridge is a double door type and it’s too wide. Then I spotted a small spot on the side of the kitchen counter that was just the right height for me when I was on my knees and narrow enough I could straddle it. And it was smooth enough for the suction cup to stick to! I licked the suction cup and stuck it in place, then hiked up my skirt and shed my panties. I got onto my knees and backed up against the dildo. My new toy slid easily into my soaked cunt and before long I was fucking myself with the toy – bouncing back against it as it pressed deep in my hole. God, it felt so wonderful! I closed my eyes and imagined my sweet Master fucking me doggy-style there on my kitchen floor, taking me at his whim and using my cunt for his pleasure. I remembered our first meeting and the amazing way he made me cum over and over. And I remembered all the fascinated and exciting things I had seen at the toy store only a little while ago. It wasn’t long before I was ready for an explosive orgasm! I backed up to the dildo, taking it as deep as I could as I came hard, my juices coating the plastic cock and bathing it in my smell and taste. I held it inside me for a few moments after I came just to make sure the plastic would take my taste. Plus, it felt so fucking good to be filled with that cock! I just wished it was my Master’s instead of a fake replica. Finally, regretfully, I slipped it slowly from me, feeling empty and cold almost immediately. I pulled the cock off the wall where I had stuck it and stuck it to the tile floor of the kitchen instead. Then I hovered over it, and slid my mouth down around it. It tasted of me and plastic, but my juices made it tolerable. I went down on the plastic cock further and further, trying to get as much of the huge thing in my throat as I could. I pressed on until I nearly retched and marked that spot with my fingers. Getting a rubber band from the drawer, I wrapped the dildo at the point I stopped. This would be my starting point for future practice. I still had a ways to go! Over the next week, I practiced with my dildo trainer a few times every night. I wanted to show my Master some serious improvement. I read “how-to” articles on the Internet on deepthroating techniques and tried them out. Like anything else in the ‘Net, some of them worked, but many of them did not. The week went by agonizingly slowly. I was treated twice more to phone calls from Master, both of which got me totally flustered and giggly as a schoolgirl just like the first one. But as much as I enjoyed Mecidiyeköy escort bayan the calls, they only made waiting for the weekend worse. I wanted to be with Master so much, I didn’t know how I would hold out until Saturday. But at last Friday came and I went to work, glancing up at the clock throughout the whole day as I did my work. It was about 2:30 that Friday afternoon when the phone rang again. “Hello whore,” he said. It was my Master! My heart leapt and my pussy dampened. “Hello, Master! Oh thank you for calling me – I was hoping I would hear from you today!” I said. I knew I sounded like a high school girl with a crush, but I didn’t care. “How has your week been? Did you get the things done I asked of you?” “Yes, Master I did them both. I got a dildo and have been practicing as much as I can. I got the doctors report yesterday and I am good to go. Master this past week has been torture! I can’t wait to see you tomorrow – I hope that is still on?” I said. “That is what I wanted to talk to you about. What would you say to coming to my house for this weekend’s play instead of that seedy hotel? I know the hotel makes you feel whorish and sleazy and you enjoy that, but I have things at home that I can’t bring to a hotel.” “You want me to come to your home, Master? Oh I would love that! Yes! Oh yes, Master!” I said excitedly. I was going to get to see my Master’s home! This was even better than I could have hoped for! “Good then it is settled. I will expect you at my house around, say 10:00 am? I want to get an early start – we have a lot to go over tomorrow, so don’t be late!” he said. “Yes, Master. Tomorrow at 10:00 am. I’ll be there,” I said, barely able to contain myself. The next morning I was up earlier than I can remember ever being up on a weekend. But I had a very good reason – I had been invited to Master’s house! As nervous and excited as I was, I wanted to look extra special for today. Master had already said he wanted to take his pleasure out in me (a statement that, at the time he said it, almost made me cream my panties on the spot!) so I knew I was to be used. I wanted an outfit that would be easy to get out of and made me look whorish and slutty! I decided on a pair of wet-look black leather skin-tight pants that had full length zippers running up the outside of each leg. For a top I had a silver sequined tube top that pushed my large tits together and up making my tits look even bigger and fuller. The top could be easily pulled off or down to get at my tits and the pants zipped off in a second. Since I wasn’t allowed to wear panties, I would be naked and ready for whatever he wanted in less than a minute! I finished my whore look with a pair of black six inch stiletto-heeled pumps. I put on my makeup, making sure I had plenty of mascara and red lipstick. Then with shaky hands and nervous knots I haven’t known since my high school prom many years ago, I got in the car and drove to the address Master Michael had given me. Master Michael lived in a large country-style two-story house with what I would learn is three bedrooms and two baths. As I approached the house, the first thing that caught my eye was the huge covered front porch. I pulled into the driveway and stopped in front of the house. I sat there for a moment, just trying to calm my nerves, but it didn’t help. So I got out of the car and climbed the half-dozen stairs onto the porch, crossing it to stand at the front door. I sucked in a deep breath and rang the doorbell. It took an eternity, it seemed, for the door to open – although in truth it was probably only a minute or so. During my wait I almost turned around three different times just from nerves, but my desire to be with my Master won out over the nervousness. Ultimately, the door did open and standing there in front of me was the man that had caused a week’s worth of butterflies and more than one filthy masturbatory fantasy. “Welcome to my home,” he said, as he offered me his hand. I took his hand and he pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me. Pushing me back against the door, he leaned forward and kissed me deep and passionately. At first I was surprised Escort Merter by his sudden display of affection, up to this point he had shown sexual interest but not emotion. As he kissed me though I felt myself melt into him, my knees getting weak and I put my arms around his neck for fear of falling. “Oh, Master!” I gasped, as our kiss broke. He took a step back and looked at me, surveying my outfit and looks. I stood there under his scrutiny, waiting for his reaction. He smiled a naughty little smirk and I began to relax. Before I could react, his hand shot up and grabbed me by the throat, pushing me back against the wall. Instinctively I reached up to grab his hands, but he was expecting it and brushed my hands away, then slapped me hard across the face. “Keep those hands down!” he barked, and I lowered my hands immediately. I stood there on tiptoe with his hand gripping my throat looking at him with wide eyes. “Are you ready to play, whore?” he asked. I nodded as best I could. “Good,” he said, then he released my neck and leaned forward again, kissing my neck, then moving down to my shoulder and then working around to kiss his way down my chest to my tube top. His kisses left a hot burning trail of desire and the closer he got to my tits the louder and more impassioned my moans got. Taking a small step back, he let me pant for a moment as he hefted and massaged my tits through my top. I felt him hold my tits then squeeze them as his fingers curled into the fabric of my top and then into my meaty tits. My hands moved back against the wall, palms flat and fingernails raking the wall as he lit the fire in my cunt. “Well as delightfully slutty and trashy as you look, whore, these clothes are covering up what you are her to give up. Shall we remove them, then?” he asked as he hooked a finger over my tube top and between my tits. I moaned as I felt the digit in my cleavage and he pulled the top down until my nipples poked out of the top. “There we go, peek a boob!” he said, chuckling. He pulled the top down the rest of the way, freeing my huge 40DDD tits completely. He then reached up and grabbed my nipples hard, lifting them high and stretching them upwards. “Come with me,” he said, and he proceeded to haul me across the room by my nipples. “Ohhh fuckkk,” I cried. He walked briskly, made me struggle to keep up and keeping a steady pressure on my tits and nipples. He walked through the foyer and down the short hallway to the living room. He walked the long way around the large couch and across the living room, guiding me around with a vice-like grip on my nipples, pulling me along by them. He took me over to the far wall where there was some room and stood me with my back to it. “Have you been practicing your deepthroating skills?” he asked me, still holding my nipples high and making me dance on my tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure. “Yes, Master!” I cried as my nipples felt like they were being torn off. He released my nipples and my tits fell, adding a sharp pain to my already sore nipples. “Good, because we are about to see how you are coming along with your training,” he said, slapping each tit getting the blood back into my nipples. “Kneel with your back to the wall.” I did as he commanded and then he grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair holding my head still and pressed against the wall. With his free hand he unzipped his pants and fished out his huge, thick cock. It was every bit as impressive as I remembered it being and it was already hard and erect. I licked my lips in anticipation of having my face stuffed with his sausage. He pushed his hips closer to me and began slapping my face with his cock. Master Michael knew that being treated like a filthy whore turned me on and he was really giving me the whole program. I was loving every bit of it too! My cunt had been damp pretty much since I woke up this morning – it was moist with excitement as I prepared to see him. Then when I was standing at his door waiting for him to answer, I could feel myself getting wetter. But since his first kiss and especially with his treatment of me since, my cunt was drooling now. I loved being his whore, being treated like a common, cocksucking whore by him. The rougher and nastier he treated me, the more I liked it. I liked being slapped, being pinched, and all the rough stuff. I knew it wasn’t abuse – I knew that Master Michael treated me this way because it is what I wanted, what I needed. If I was a softer more delicate submissive, he would be different with me.

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