Master & Tiffany - The Mantle - by Tiffany

Anticipation is a wonderful thing. And, slow anticipation is like waiting for
honey to drip out of a jar.  You know that the wait may be agonizing but it
will bring a sweet reward.  

I feel this great anticipation whenever my Master summons me to our hide
away for an erotic encounter.  Our hide away is a small cottage on a large
estate set deep into the woods for privacy.   And with my Master, privacy
is of the utmost importance.  He enjoys our encounters at this little abode
but he also likes to take me on adventures over the fields and forests of this
vast and hidden estate.  The estate is owned by a british nobleman who only
visits twice yearly so my Master and I are free to roam the property at will
without risk of being discovered.  

As always, with this particulat encounter, I received my beginning
instructions while at my office working diligently on my computer.  The
wonderful 'beep' of an incoming message immediately sent shivers through
me as I hoped it would be an e-mail from him.  It was and the instructions
were clear.  I was to be sure that I was fully and cleanly shaven everywhere.
Then, I was to get our briefcase which we kept at my office for quick,
hidden meetings.  I was to put on the black and ruby velvet cropped top
and panties and I was to wear the black leather 5" heels.  As a covering,
I was instructed to wear my silver velvet stretch dress which hugged my
ample breasts showing when my nipple became excited at the thought of him.
I was to be at our cottage at 8:00 p.m. that evening, waiting for him to arrive
at his leasure.  Of course, I would have a bottle of chilled champange.
As I followed these instructions to the letter, my pussy was wet with
anticipation.

I arrived, as expected, at 8:00 p.m. to find another note taped to the stereo.
"Press Play"  were the instructions for the cassette player.  In the low light
of our cottage, his voice filled my senses:  "Hello my dearest Tiffany.
As I expected, you have arrived on time.  Good girl.  Are you dressed as
ordered?  I am sure you are.  I wish for you to start a fire and light all of
our candles.  Go to the desk drawer and get out the keys to our play cabinet.  
Open the cabinet, my dearest Tiffany, and get out the leather cuffs and ankle
wraps.
You know what to do next, don't you?  That is right, my pet, place these items
on your wrists and ankles and tighten them securely.  When you have finished,
leave the cabinet open and go and lay by the fire.  Be my prescious little pet
and warm yourself by the flames as you await my arrival.  I shall not be too
long as I cannot wait to be with you."

The tape stopped there and, as I walked towards the desk, I could already feel
the heat begin to rise within me at the thought of my Master's arrival.  As
instructed, I opened our play cabinet.  I found the leather wrappings where
they belonged, on a shelf all to themselves.  My Master had commissioned
this cabinet specifically for our purposes and it was arranged with shelves and
hooks and drawers to hold a wide array of toys which he so skillfully used on
me to please himself and, by extension, to please me.  As is the case in our
relationship, my pleasing him brings me the greatest pleasures of all.

After I had secured the ornaments onto my wirsts and ankles, I did as
instructed and lay down in front of the fire.  The warmth seeped into me and I
began to drift off to sleep.   I was awakened by moist, soft lips tickling my
ears, my neck, my cheeks, my lips.  Still in a fog from my dreams, I felt
powerful arms moving over my arms and legs, rolling me onto my stomach, and
caressing every inch of me.

 Leaning into me ears, he said "Wake up my love.  I am here.  And I am anxious
to begin enjoying you."  I let a moan escape my lips as I roused myself enough
to roll back over and face him.  He was lying on his side next to me, all dark
hair and dark eyes with a mischevious grin on his face.  "I am awake, master.
Tell me what you desire from me."  "Everything!"  came his response. "But, for
now, I want you to stand, my Tiffany, in front of the fire, facing it,
with your hands spread wide on the mantle.  Now, my love.  Get up now."  

As always, I scampered to do as I was told.  With my hands spread wide on the
mantle, he took my wrists and secured them to the bolts at the edges of the
mantle. He was behind me, pressing his body fully against mine as he did this.
Whispereing in my ear, "I have waited so many days to be with you, my pet
I have missed your obedience which you display so loyally.  Spread your legs,
my love so that I may secure you fully."  I obeyed and, unable to move from
the heat of the flames, I began to feel the intense heat through my velvet
dress.

He left me there for a bit and I heard him walk to our play cabinet.  I
strained my ears to hear the rustling of noise which may give me an indication
of what he was getting, but, to no avail.  When he returned, I knew everything
he would do from this point on would be a surprise:  a painful and pleasurable
surprise. "Are you getting hot?"  he breather.  "Yes." came my quiet response.
Again, behind me, he snaked his arms around to encircle my waist and brought
his hands up before my face to reveal the long, silver switchblade.  With a
'snap' he opened it and I flinched just a bit.  "No fear, my pet.  No fear."
he said as he brought the knife down to the front of my dress and began to cut
away at the fabric.  "You are beautiful tonight.  As always.  But I am afraid I
am in too great of a haste to enjoy your beauty."  And, with those words, he
sliced quickly, shredding my dress into pieces to lay on the floor at our feet.
"Mmmm, lovely."  he breathed into my ear, "Are you ready for my attentions, my
love?  Are you prepared to fully surrender."  I hesitated a moment in my answer
only to feel his hand grasp at my hair and yank my head back.  "Are you afraid
of your answer, Tiffany? Can you not say it?  That you will surrender fully to
me, as always.

Say it, my love.  Remember, no fear."  And in a soft, barely audible whisper
only to him, I said, "I will surender, as always, my Master."   "Good girl.
Remember two things always, my pet.  I Love you and you should have No Fear."  

He walked away from me, leaving me breathless, and I heard him walk to our
play cabinet.  After a few moments, I heard the 'pop' of the champagne cork
and the liquid being poured into the glasses.  He came back to me, snaking
under and in front to face me, and held the champagne glass to my lips.
"Drink, dearest."

And, I did, slowly at first and then in great gulps as he tipped the glass
higher and higher released the flow of champagne quickly into my mouth.  I
finished the entire glass, save that which had overflowed down my chin and onto
my neck. He leaned over and lapped up the spilled champagne then poured another
glass for himself and drank it down completely.  Placing the glass and bottle
on the mantle, he reached around his back and produced the small leather ball
which I knew was to be placed in my mouth.  "Open." he commanded and I obeyed
as he slid the strap over my head and secured the ball tightly.  "I Love You."
he said.  And, once again reaching back behind him, he brought forth one of the
many whips which we keep in our play cabinet.  It was the one made of soft,
intertwined satin length, with little triangles of leather attached to the end.
This particular whip can give a nice, soft tingle when whielded gently, or it
can give a stinging, hard sensation when snapped with force.  

He smiled at me, looking directly into my eyes, "Shall we be gentle or not
today, my pet?  I fear my haste will make me very un-gentle.  Can my captive
handle that Can she handle her Master's force?"  With the ball in my mouth I
could only nod yes and the pleasure I saw in his face at that moment would be
worth any pain I might endure.  He moved back around me and started to gently
run the whip over my back and ass.  Slowly tracing it down my back, slowly
bringing it up the crack of my ass and over my ass cheeks.  I knew what was to
come and I could not prevent the moisture from between my legs.  Being his
captive was my ultimate stimulant.  

He reached between my leg with his hands and felt my wetness.  "Good girl.
Always ready for her Master." And, with those words, he brought the whip down
hard across my ass, making me flinch from the sting of it.  "Push your ass
further out to me.  Now, Tiffany, Bend to my will."  And, of course, I did,
leaning slightly forward to expose my ass  more fully to his pleasures.  Again,
the crack of the whip, and again, and again.  Each time I flinched and let out
a whimper behind the leather ball in my mouth.  

I was still clothed in my top and panties but soon my panties were ripped away
to expose my bare ass for his demands.  "Your ass is not quite as red as I
like, my love."

Crack, again with the whip.  And, crack again.  The pain was incredible.  It
was such a mixture of heat and sting that I felt as thought I could cum just by
it's force. Then he changed directions, and brought the whip, in a sweeping
upward motion, to snap at my shaved and exposed pussy.  I cried out under my
mouthpiece,  at the wicked sensation of it.  "Do you like that?  Does my
Tiffany enjoy being so exposed for her Master's pleasure?"  I shook my head yes
as he brought the whip up once again onto my hot, wet pussy.   "I know you do,
my love."  And, again, the crack of the whip on my pussy.  And again.  And,
then, back to my ass.  My body was wracked with pain and pleasure.  I was
whimpering and moaning at the same time from the expertise of his attentions.
But, suddenly, he stopped, and reached forward to grasp the champagne bottle.
I felt the cold liquid splash from my shoulders, down my breasts and down my
back.  He leaned over me, lapping evey drop, leaving me wet and sticky.  Then
he pulled the ball from my mouth and brought the bottle up to my mouth and
poured.  "Suck it into your mouth. Suck the champagne from the bottle like you
would the cum from my cock.  Suck it Tiffany."  And, I obeyed, drinking in the
champagne and taking the bottle into my mouth while swirling my tongue around
it.  As I did this, with him standing next to me, watching, to my surprise, I
felt the Crack of the whip again on my ass. "My lovely little whore.  You
please me so."  He withdrew the bottle from my mouth and held it over his
mouth.  Extending his long tongue, he let the liquid pour and drank the rest to
drain the bottle completely.   

"Now, dearest, my greatest pleasure would be to fuck you.  But, I think we
shall wait just a bit.  You do want me to fuck you, thought.  Don't you?"  With
no ball or bottle in my mouth I breathed 'Yes." and he replied, "Perhaps, if it
is my desire to do so.  Perhaps I shall.  Perhaps, instead, however, I shall
simply amuse myself with you."  He moved back around me and, grasping my hips,
rubbed himself into me.  I could feel his hard cock against the fabric of his
jeans and I wanted so for him to release it.  "Is this what you want, my whore?
Do you want to feel your Master's cock deep inside of you?  Is that the only
way you can receive pleasure?"  I hesitated as those were three very different
questions.

And, in my hesitation, I felt my Master's whip once again sting my pussy.
"Answer me!"  he commanded.  And, in a carefully thought out, completely
honest answer, I said:  "I can only receive pleasure in what pleases you, My
Master."
His laughter then filled the room.  "You are so well trained.  So well trained.
As your reward for such a perfect answer, you shall be fucked, dearest Tiffany.
And you shall be fucked by me.  Well, at least I shall hold the instrument
which fucks you."

I felt the cold hard glass begin to rub my swollen clit.  The liquid had been
drained but the bottle was stickly and wet still.  "Do you want to be fucked?"
he whispered. "If it is your wish."  I answered.  "No, Tiffany, I am asking you
and I expect an answer.  Do you want to be fucked?"  "Yes." came my pleading,
"Yes!" He played teasingly at first, turning and rubbing the bottle on my clit
and swollen lips.  "You have been a good whore, as always, and I shall grant
your wish."  The bottle was hard and cold and long and he plunged it into my
pussy, moving it in and out with expertise.  "Fuck it, Tiffany.  Move your
body and fuck the bottle while I hold it here and watch."  I rocked my body
back and forth, I arched and released my back, I bent and straightened my
knees, anything to feel that sensation.  He held the bottle with one hand and
was slapping my ass with the other.  I knew he was enjoying this, he must have
been, but I was lost somewhere in the feeling between my legs.  The feeling put
there by him.  I did take notice of him removing his hand from my ass, I was
almost unaware when he unhooked one of my hands from the mantle bolt, I was
barely aware when he told me to hold the bottle in place and fuck myself with
it.

I obeyed him and the desires he created.  I was in a frenzy and did not hear
him unzip his pants, I did not notice him position himself or hear him stroking
to get his cock wet with my seeping pussy juices.  All I knew was the fucking. 
All I wanted was him to be pleased with it.  And, as I felt his cock finally
approach me, felt the tip on my ass, felt his hands spread my ass cheeks apart,
I wanted, at that moment, more than anything, for him to plunge his cock deep
inside of me, deep in my ass while I fucked myself pussy with the bottle.  

It was sweet agony, pain and pleasure, joy and tears, his hard cock tore into
my asshole as I continued to fuck my pussy with the bottle.  "Tiffany, my love,
you are pleasing me so."  "Yes, master"  I breathed.  "Tell me what you are.
Tell me what you are."  He screamed as he fucked my ass.
"I...am...your...whore!!"
"Yes, always", he replied.  And, in that exquisite mix of sensations between
pleasure and pain, my Master fucked my ass while I fucked my pussy with the
champagne bottle, and, I waited for his command to cum together.  And, finally,
it was spoken, it was said, he breathed it almost in a whisper, close to my
ear. "Cum for me Tiffany.  Cum for me my love.  Cum for me my whore." I felt
him push hard and fast into my ass, there was no stopping it for either of us,
and we came, hard, sweet, wet, full, hot, we came together  and both screamed
at the release and the sweet reward!!