Author's Note: Hi, this is my first ever story so please dont be too harsh with your criticisms though they are welcomed!


Part 1

"So tell me why you want to suck my cock."

I hesitated briefly before answering. "Because I'm a cock loving whore who doesn't deserve to have your cock in my pussy." And with that he shoved his cock down my throat. And I loved it.

Several hours earlier I had been fidgeting nervously as the bus trundled slowly through rush hour traffic. I knew I was nearing my destination and despite being excited for the weekend ahead I was also terrified. After weeks of chatting over facebook and text I was finally about to live out my fantasy of being someone's slave.

He was a friend from university. We had flirted a lot and even slept together a couple of times but neither of us had ever given away our darker preferences. Until one night over facebook, both of us having had a few drinks too many that we told each other what we really wanted in bed. That I fantasised about being bound, fucked and treated like a dirty little bitch. It turned out that he fantasised about doing the same. Over a period of a few weeks we opened up to each other about we craved, how he wanted to inflict pain and fuck a bound helpless girl and how I loved the idea of being made to do all manner of degrading things and simply be a man's fuck toy. Despite now living away from each other we knew we had to meet.

The week before I was due to visit him he instructed me to wax off everything below the waist, knowing this would be a humiliating experience for me as I had never done it before. This along with the list of required underwear and sex toys that I had to buy from my local sex shop all added to my humiliation, all before I had even met with him.

As the bus pulled into the station I grabbed my bag and darted off the bus looking for the shop we had agreed to meet outside of, luckily my bus was a couple of minutes early, I dread to think if I had been late.

I stood as we agreed, next to a small shop +, staring at the arrivals board, hands clasped together behind my back with my legs slightly parted, feeling deliciously vulnerable. I waited, each minute feeling like an hour when suddenly I felt his breath at the back of my neck. "Well dont you look like a dirty fucking slut?" he whispered into my ear. He moved in front of me and cast an appraising eye over my body. Only a short black skirt and tight white vest top covered my modesty. That and the stockings and heels he had commanded to wear were all that covered me. "Yes Sir, your dirty fucking slut though." I replied. "Dont you forget it" he said as he grabbed me and kissed me hard, running his hands over my body and even slipping a hand under my skirt to make sure I wasnt wearing any underwear. "Typical, you're wet, just like a slut." I shuddered as I felt him run a finger along my pussy lips, so aroused and so afraid that someone would notice what was going on. He pulled his finger out from under my skirt and sucked his finger clean. He grinned, "You still taste as good as I remember, come on. Lets go back to mine."

He grabbed my hand and we dashed to his car in the adjoining car park but before he would let me in the car he insisted that in order to get a lift I would either have to remove a piece of clothing or wear an additional item. He knew I would pick the additional item as I had no other choice than to drive around half naked. I told him my choice and he grinned evily as he reached into a black bag and pulled out a pink butt plug, not an enormous one but still big enough to cause some discomfort on the drive to his. He bent me over the car, caressing my plump ass before running the butt plug over my wet pussy, using my own juices to lubricate it. I felt so dirty as he pushed it slowly inside, relishing the pain and the pleasure it gave me simultaneously and even more so as I let out a low moan. He spanked me once on my left as cheek before instructing me to get into the car.

As we drove the ten minutes to his flat we chatted normally about how work was going and life after university, it seemed so surreal as I squirmed feeling the dampness between my legs and the plug filling my ass. He didnt seem to notice my reactions to the butt plug or if he did he was pretending not to notice.

We pulled up in front of a dark grey building and I followed him up the stairs to a top floor flat, but before we entered he asked me if I was certain I wanted to do this and did I remember the safe words. I told him again that the safeword was jellybaby and that I was ready to be his. He unlocked the door and led me into the hall of his flat which was typically male with posters and games everywhere. He took me by the hand and showed me to his bedroom. "I want you to wear the black lacy underwear you bought, keep the stockings and heels on. You can remove the butt plug. Meet me in the living room."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Master."

"I'll allow this one transgression but you will be punished if you forget the proper respect again." "Of course Master, I'm very sorry." He left me to my self and I quickly changed into the underwear he had requested, touching up my make up and fixing my hair til I was happy that I looked good enough for him. I took a deep breath and went to the living room.

He was sat on his sofa, shirtless with his jeans undone, he looked me up and down appraisingly. "Stand in front of me and give me a twirl slut, I know how you love to show off." I slowly spun around making sure he could drink in the view of my shapely legs and tits. "Kneel before me whore." I did as he asked and knelt inbetween his legs, not sure whether to look at his face or the bulge in his boxers. He leaned forward and quickly buckled a a black collar around my neck, I looked up gazing into his eyes and seeing that primal lust in his eyes made me only wetter.

"Turn around and face away from me." he commanded. I did as he asked and soon felt a rough rope being wrapped around my wrists, tighter and tighter before being tied off to a hook on my collar. I pulled on my bonds, testing their tightness, I quickly realised that their would be no escape until he said so which just made me feel even more deliciously vulnerable.

He stood pulling me up with him and led me to the nearby dining table, bending me over it. "Spread your legs bitch," I did as he asked and felt him tying my ankles to the table legs. He slowly ran his hands up my legs, grazing my thighs, getting ever closer to my dripping pussy but instead of giving me what I wanted he continued upwards, massaging my exposed ass. I suddenly felt a crack of pain as his hand connected with my left ass cheek and let a out a groan. "Slut, this is just the beginning." The slaps rained down on my ass for a couple of minutes and I could feel my ass cheeks turning pink then red. It suddenly stopped and as I tried to catch my breath I could hear the flash of a camera, "Your ass looks beautiful this colour. And look at that, your pussy is still dripping. Why do you think that is?"

"Because... because I'm a slut Master."

"Correct. And what happens to sluts."

"They get punished Master. And they get used."

"How do they get used?"

"However their Master decides they should be used."

"Correct. You are almost deserving of some pleasure." I felt his finger graze my pussy lips and trace my clit. I shuddered at his touch and involuntarily bucked my hips, he immediately withdrew his finger. "I said almost slut. You have a long way to go before you get to cum."