Mr Wade: Story 279

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Using the Brown Eyed Girl

"Master, I'm sorry that things have been so busy the last few days. I know we haven't had much private time with each other.

You've been very patient, but I know you've missed it, and I just want you to know that I've missed it too." Maria was sitting in my lap, her tshirt pulled up around her waist so that the little pink panties she wore were totally exposed, along with her wonderful legs. We called these times our "cuddling ritual", and tried to have as many of those times as possible. They were very special to both of us. "I have missed it, but I also understand, precious. We'll get caught up soon." "Yes, we will, Master. In fact, Manuel's Dad called yesterday and wants us to let A come to see him this weekend. How does that sound?" "Sounds great to me, as long as it's okay with you and

Manuel. It sure would be nice to have a weekend alone." "I'm sure Manuel will want to go. We can take him to the airport on Friday night and pick him up on Sunday night. Does that sound okay, Master?" "Yes, precious...it sounds fine to me. Do have any other plans for this weekend?" "No, Master, and I won't make any at all. I want you to have your girl any way you want her this weekend."

I smiled at my pretty brunette slave and ran my hand along the inside of her thigh. You have to know Maria and our relationship to know how meaning-laden those words were. "Well, my little Cuban whore, your Master is very horny, and has been for some time. And, for whatever reason, I've been feeling especially dominant lately." "Master," Maria said, kissing the top of my head, "I know what that means. I love you so much." "What does it mean, little piece?" "It means you want to use me, doesn't it? When you're very horny and feeling very dominant?" She laid her head against mine and opened her legs a bit wider for me. "Use you? Use you like a piece of property that I own? Use you like a slut? Like a tramp?" "Yes, Master," she said, softly, moaning as I touched the crotch of her panties lightly with my fingertips. "Yes, little cunt, that is what it means." Her panties were wet, and I rubbed two fingers along the wetness, feeling her lips under the silky panties. "That's what your girl is for, Master. I was made for that." "I know, honey. You were made for being used. But you know it will mean you being a very busy girl this weekend, don't you?" "That's good, Master. I want to be busy. Very busy for you." "I'm not in the mood for using you half-way, honey. I'm going to push you. No breaks. Constant usage."

Maria shivered slightly and hugged me tight. It was no time to stop talking about it. "From the moment that Manuel boards the plane til the moment that we enter the airport to pick him up, you will be a little slut girl for me." She started to speak and I put my finger against her lips and told her to hush. "I know what you were going to say. I know you were going to say that you are always a little slut girl for me, and you're right, of course. But this weekend you are going to put all the other parts of your life out of your mind. You're not going to be the Sales Manager, or the

Mother...you're not even going to be the Wife. All you are going to be is a piece of ass slavegirl who exists for only one purpose:

To serve her Master. Understand?" "Yes, Master. A piece of ass slavegirl." "That's what you are every day, isn't it?" "Yes, Master, it is. Every day. All day long, Master." "But other things get in the way of that sometimes, don't they, slavegirl?" "Yes, Master. I can't help it, but they do." "I know you can't. Do you remember when Manuel spent the weekend with Johnny and his parents?" "Oh yes, Master. Very well." "And you remember the trip that just the two of us took to

Hilton Head this summer too, don't you?" "I'll never forget it, Master. It was wonderful." "You remember all the things that happened to my girl? All the ways you served our Master?" "Master, it makes your girl wet every time she thinks of those things." "That's how this weekend is going to be, little whore."

Maria hugged me again, tightly. "Master," she said, "if there is anything that you ever dreamed or fantasized about doing with a girl, a slutty little slavegirl, that you haven't told me about...no matter how dirty or nasty...will you do them to me this weekend? Please?" "Only if they are dirty and nasty?" "No, Master, they don't have to be dirty and nasty...they can be anything. Anything you've ever wanted to do to a girl, or have a girl do for you or to you." She smiled at me. "Have you thought of something already? Tell me!" It excited her to think of my mind working. "I'd better not tell you," I said. "Why, Master? You can tell me anything." "I don't want to frighten you." "Oh."

I cupped my whore's right tit through the fabric of her tshirt and squeezed it in my hand. "Master?" "Yes, little tramp?" "I want those things too. The ones that frighten me." "Good. I'll make sure you get them." "You won't tell me what it is?" "No." "Is it going to happen in the basement?" "Perhaps. Perhaps not. "Will anyone but you see it happening to me?" "Maybe. Maybe not." "Will I cry and beg?" "Yes." "Would you like to fuck your girl now, Master? My pussy is very, very wet." "No, not yet. Your pussy is always wet. What I do want you to do is to get a notepad and pen so that you can make a little shopping list." "Yes, Master. Right now?" "Yes, right now."

Maria scurried away and was back quickly with notepad and pen in hand. "Strip naked and sit in the floor with your legs open." "Yes, Master." She did as I asked. "Now, write this at the top of your list: `I am a fucking whore'." "Yes, Master." "Okay, here are the things to put on the list: Smoked

Sausage. Two sizes, cunt size and ass size." "Master, I think I can take the big ones in my ass now." "Well, get both anyway, and we'll see." "Yes, Master. Smoked Sausage." "Right. Cucumbers. Bananas. Plantains. Yuccas. Fresh Corn (small ears). Strawberries. Whipped Cream. Chocolate Syrup.

Grapes."

She was smiling. "These are all things for my pussy, aren't they, Master?" "Now, why would you think that little whore?" "Because I know you, my wonderful Master!"

I smiled back at her. "Just keep writing." "Yes, Master." "Okay. Get a bottle brush...the ones with the white bristles...you know the kind." "Yes, Master." "Let's see...a six pack of beer. Some red wine. Beef tongue.

Oh...have the butcher cut you a whole filet...don't have it cut into steaks, we want the whole thing, like a Chateaubriand. Okay?" "Yes, Master." "Some baking potatoes, lettuce, tomatoes, onions...whatever you want to use to make a salad with. French bread. Oh...find some kind of long slim rolls..hard rolls, preferably. You know what size I'm looking for." "Yes, Master." She grinned knowingly. "We still have that funnel, don't we?" "No, Master, I threw it away." She grinned again. "Yeah, right. Well, if you REALLY threw it away, then buy another one. And if you throw this one away I'll whip you." "Yes, Master." "Make sure we have candles for the bathroom and bedroom, and some for fucking too." "Yes, Master." "Oh...I knew there was something else. Make sure we have plenty of KY-Jelly, and get a box of those thin latex gloves at the drug store." "Latex gloves, Master?" "Yes, the kind that the doctor wears when he does your pelvic exam. You know the kind." "Oh. Yes, Master. Are you going to get a hardon like the doctor does, Master?" "Oh, hush, you impetuous little fuck piece, or I'll invite him over for the weekend." "Whatever you want, Master." "Yes. Well, since you are so agreeable, buy me a razor strop while you're at it." "A razor strop? What is that, Master?" "Barber's use it to hone their razors...it's a big wide, two or three piece leather strap thing...you've seen them." "Oh yes, I guess I have. Where will I find one of them? What do you want with one?" "You sure do ask a lot of questions sometimes. I don't have any idea where you will find one. You may have to try to sweet- talk the barber into selling you his. But buy one. If you don't get one I'm going to whip you." "Yes, Master. But what do you want with it?" "I'm going to whip you with it." "But Master, you just said that if I DIDN'T get one you were going to whip me. And now you're saying that if I DO get one..." "That's right." "Oh. Okay. Yes, Master. It was what I said about the doctor, wasn't it?" "Yes." "I'm sorry, Master." "That's okay. I've been wanting one of those razor strops anyway. Let's see, what else do I want you to get?" "This is a pretty long list already, Master." "Oh? You think it's too long?" "No, Master, I didn't say that. Make it as long as you want,

Master." "Oh, I will. Go by the liquor store and buy some 100 proof

Vodka. Smirnoff's." "But, Master...forgive me, but we already have beer and wine on here. We're not going to be drunk all weekend are we?" "No, silly slut. The beer and wine are not for drinking." "OH! But Master...I don't like Vodka." "I'm going to use it to make you a mixed drink. You'll like it." "I bet I don't have to ask what you're going to mix it with, do I, Master?"

I smiled at her. "No, probably not. Oh..by the way, did you ever get one of those plastic mattress protectors for the bed?" "No, Master. I meant to. I want us to have one." "I know. Well, put it on your list." "Yes, Master. Master?" "Yes, baby?" "This is going to be a very nice weekend. I can tell. Thank you, Master." "You're welcome, precious. Now, here are some things that I want you to do. Start a new list." "Yes, Master. What should I write at the top of this one?" "Oh. Let's see. Write: "I love to eat ass". "Yes, Master." "Okay. Now, make a note to lock both the dogs up on Wednesday so they won't be roaming around the neighborhood fucking every little bitch they can find. And give them both baths on Thursday night." "With pleasure, Master." "Good girl. How long since you ate pussy for me?" "Anne and I played some on Sunday. Remember? But I didn't get to eat her." "I know. How long since you had pussy?" "Mmmm...too long, Master. I think it was last Wednesday night. Yes, that's it. Remember? Isn't that the night you picked up that girl who was hitch-hiking and we fed her and I gave her a bath? Yes, it was. Last Wednesday night, Master." "Right. Okay. Well, call Anne, or Carol, or...oh hell, it doesn't really matter which one of them it is, but call and get one of them to come by for an hour or so on Saturday morning." "I don't think Ann can come on Saturday morning, Master, she was telling me just yesterday that..." "Don't bore me with all that shit, just get one for Saturday morning. And call Nancy and get her to come by after church on

Sunday. Make sure she comes right over. Don't let her go home and change clothes or anything." "The red suit, Master?" "Either one of them. The black suit is nice too. They both have the same kind of skirts. If she can't stay for an hour or two it doesn't matter, just make sure she comes by for at least fifteen minutes." "Yes, Master. Is she for me, or for you?" "Does it matter?" "Not at all, Master, I was just curious." "I guess it depends on how long she can stay. Anyway, just make sure she comes." "I love to make sure she comes, Master." "You little slut." "I know, Master. Master...I wish Nancy could spend the night with us sometime. Is there someway we could get her to do that?" "I don't think Len would understand that, baby. But it would be nice." "He could spend the night too, Master. If you wanted him to, that is." "Mmmmmmm...yes, he could, he sure could. You'd like that, would you?" "Of course, Master, if you would." "Well, if nothing else, maybe we can talk them into going to the beach with us sometime and sharing a room with us. That might be a good ice-breaker." "There isn't much ice around Nancy and me, Master."

I laughed. "No, that's for sure, you little cunt. Not around either one of you, and especially not when you're together. Well, anyway, we'll work on that." "Thank you, Master." "Thank you for mentioning it, precious." "Is there anything else my Master wants his girl to do for him?" "There are two or three things I've been meaning to ask you to do, but they don't have anything to do with this weekend." "What are they, Master?" "Well, I was going to ask you if you had ever replied to that last email we got from that couple in North Carolina." "Oh, no! I haven't Master. I'm glad you reminded me. I'll do that tonight, if you like." "Good. And I wanted to make sure you go by the post office tomorrow to see if the film we sent off to be developed is back yet. It's about time, I think." "There are some naughty pictures on that roll of film,

Master," she said, grinning. "I know. I can't wait to see them." "You're such a sweet Master. Anything else?" "I want you to put your collar in your handbag so that we can put it on you as soon as we are back in the car at the airport." "Yes, of course, Master. I love my collar." "And you will sleep with handcuffs on this weekend also." "As you wish, Master." "No masturbating between now and then." "You won't make me come either, Master?" "No, little piece." "Master? No sex between now and Friday?" "I didn't say that, precious little whore," I said, smiling at her. "I just said YOU can't come between now and Friday. "Oh no...you're going to do me like you did before, aren't you? Play with me and not let me come and make it build and build and build. That's mean, Master." "But you remember how hard and how many times you did come when I allowed it, don't you?" "Yes, Master. How could I ever forget? I almost passed out." "I know. Well, it's worth it then, isn't it?" "You know you own my orgasms too, Master. Use me any way you wish." "During the day on Saturday you will wear that lacey bathing suit cover-up with nothing under it and a pair of red high heels, and your collar. Nothing else. Unless I ask you to change for some reason." "Yes, Master." "And hem that cover-up between now and Friday. It should stop no further than two inches below your crotch. You may as well take half the day off on Friday. Get your nails done and a bikini wax, and get home in time to take a nice long bath and a nap before we take A to the airport." "What shall I wear on Sunday, Master?" "Find out what Nancy is going to be wearing. If she's wearing the red suit, then you wear white stockings and the red high heels. If she's wearing the black suit, then you wear black stockings and black high heels." "That's all, Master?" "Well, that and your collar. But yes, I want you nude except for that." "I understand, Master. No pearls or other jewelry?" "Oh. Glad you mentioned that. Wear the long pearls if you're in white, and matching ear-rings. If you're in black, wear the gold necklace and matching ear-rings. And wear the ankle bracelet either way." "I know I'm to always wear it, Master." "Yes, you are. Oh, and both Saturday and Sunday, before the girl's come by, I want you to douche for me. Let me know when, so

I can watch. Lightly scent yourself with that nice perfume that I like so much, and make sure your skin is baby soft. Stand up and let me see your pubic hair."

Maria stood up with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread so that I could examine the little patch of pubic hair above her sex. I ran my fingers through it. "You may want to trim that just a little on Friday also, darling girl. Now, climb back up here in my lap. I have one more thing to say to you."

She sat in my lap again, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me. "Do you remember me running out of clean shirts on Friday and having to wear one that wasn't as fresh as I like?" "Yes, Master. I'm really sorry about that." "I know. But do you remember me telling you that I would punish you for that?" "Yes." "Do you remember that when I got into the car on Sunday to take Julie home that the tank was less than one quarter full? Do you remember what I told you about that?" "Yes, Master. You said you were going to punish me for that too. Master, I'm really sorry...it's just been..." "I know. I'm going to punish you for both those things on

Saturday night. We'll eat an early dinner, and I'm going to put you in the whore's position and play with you a while. Then I'm going to give you an enema. You're to drink a lot of fluids on

Saturday, and I don't want you to pee after lunch time, unless you just can't stand it, until I take you to the basement." "You're going to whip me and make me piss on myself, aren't you, Master?", she asked, lowering her eyes. "Yes, and then I'm going to release you from the ceiling hooks and piss on you. Then I'm going to let the dogs have you for a bit...they like to lick piss off of you. They like to fuck you too, of course, and no doubt they will. Then I'm going to hook you back up to the hooks and spread your legs open with the spreader bar, and while the cum from two dogs is leaking out of your hole I'm going to whip you again." "Master? May your girl beg you for mercy?" "Now? It's still quite some time til Saturday night." "That gives me more nights to beg, Master," she said, smiling at me. "Okay then. Assume the begging position, and give it your best shot."

Maria slid from my lap and knelt between my legs. She began rubbing my cock through my pants and laid her head gently on my thigh for a moment, staring at her moving hand. It was only when I began to harden that she looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, continuing to stroke me. "Master, I am only a little Cuban whore, but you own me, and you love me. I know that I disappointed you and that I should always have clean shirts for you to wear and that I am to always keep at least a half tank of gas in my car. I'm very sorry,

Master, and I know that I need to be punished for those things. I want you to punish me. Could you whip me only once, please,

Master? If you would just whip me once, I will promise to suck off one of the dogs for you. I know how much you like to see me do that. Would you accept that, Master? In exchange for one of the whippings?" "But you like to suck off the dogs, don't you, little whore?", I asked, looking down at her and brushing her hair back away from her pretty face. "Yes, Master, but you don't always ask for that. I'll do it for you if you'll not whip me but once. Please?" "No, I think I want them both to fuck you so that more cum will leak out of you when I'm whipping you." "Yes, Master. Then let me lick the dog cum up off the floor after it leaks out of me. Can I do that? I really don't want to be whipped twice, Master! Please let me do something else." "You're making your Master want to come, little whore," I said, not answering her question. "That's good Master. I love for you to come. Can I take your beautiful cock out and suck it for you?" "Yes, I would like that."

Maria took my cock out and stroked it slowly, licking the first drops of precum off the head and licking her lips as she moaned slightly. Then she took it into her mouth and worked it purposefully, her long brown hair spread out on my thighs, her naked back glowing in the light of the reading lamp next to us.

In a matter of no time she was swallowing my cum into her belly and licking me clean. "Thank you for feeding your girl, Master," she said, looking up at me with a look of contentment on her face. "You're welcome, precious. Now, go take a shower so that

Master will have a nice clean whore in his bed tonight."

Maria gave me a long kiss and got up and began walking away, toward the bedroom. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at me. "No leg shows this weekend, Master?", she asked, grinning broadly. My eyes ran up and down the length of her legs. She knew just when to stop, and how to stand. "I'll think about that while you're taking your shower, you little tease," I said, smiling back at her. With a gentle laugh and a toss of her head, she walked away, and I closed my eyes and wondered if all of it could be really happening to me.

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