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Master Chris 46
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Karen Visits Master Chris © 1990 Master Chris
Story #46 in the Master Chris Collection
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Karen felt a familiar tingling of excitement as her taxi pulled
up to the hotel entrance. Whenever she got the chance to meet
her Master it was a thrill. She wished for the thousandth time
that her Master lived in the same city as she did and sighed
audibly. Still, she thought, it's wonderful to see him when I
do. The would be their fifth meeting and Karen wondered what
would happen this time. Sex had never been like it was with her
master. Under his expert training, Karen had been brought to
levels she never would have imagined before.
Master Chris had taught her the delights of being blindfolded.
He had excited her beyond anything she had ever experienced when
he bound her. Each demand he made seemed to bring a blush to her
face as he asked more and more of her. She had discovered, to
her surprise, that anal sex was an incredible turn-on as was
having to 'display' herself to him. She had expected that a
spanking would be a complete turn off. She was wrong. Bending
over her Master's knee with her bare bottom presented for
punishment had her soaking wet in seconds. Now, just the sight
of a blindfold or handcuffs turned her on.
It had been 3 months since the last session. It had started out
very much like this, with Karen meeting Master Chris at his
hotel. Here she was again. As instructed, Karen was wearing a
light cotton skirt and blouse. Underneath there was, of course,
no undergarments. As Karen got out of the taxi, she was careful
to hold her skirt down in the windy weather. Karen walked into
the hotel and up to the front desk.
"Do you have a message for me?", she asked, "My name is Karen
Sommer."
"Oh yes.", replied the clerk, "This envelope is for you."
Karen opened the envelope and read the note inside. 'Come to
room 421' it said, 'Be prepared to obey any instructions given to
you.' Karen felt her pulse quicken as she read the note.
A few short moments later Karen was in the elevator heading for
the 4th floor. As she rode up Karen could feel her pussy getting
warmer and warmer. Her nipples were hard and thick and poked
through the thin fabric of her blouse. Karen hesitated at the
door of room 421. Once she actually knocked, she knew there
would be no turning back. It was a piquant moment. One of fear
and excitement at the same time. Karen took a deep breath and
knocked on the door. For a long moment nothing happened and
Karen was left listening to the pounding of her heart. Suddenly
the door opened and Karen found herself looking into the face of
a complete stranger! 'He's handsome', Karen said to herself.
The man was in his mid-thirties with short dark hair and crystal
clear blue eyes.
"Yes?", he said.
"Oh, I'm s-s-s-sorrry.",stammered Karen, "I m-m-m-must have the
wrong room."
The man's smile seemed to pierce right through her.
"No Miss Sommer, you do not. Come in"
Karen's eyes slowly widened as she began to grasp what was about
to happen. As if in a daze she felt herself walking into the
spacious hotel suite.
"Stand here." said the man and pointed to the middle of the room.
Karen stood where directed and looked around the room, hoping.
But her Master was not to be found. The man, meanwhile, was now
sitting in one of the room's easy chairs and seemed to be
enjoying her discomfort.
"Turn around Karen and face away from me." he said firmly.
His voice seemed to command her and Karen found herself turning
before she could even think to disobey. Facing away from the
strange man was even more disconcerting. Karen felt her palms
becoming sweaty. She was acutely aware of her nakedness beneath
her thin cotton skirt. She was sure it would not be long before
her lack of panties was discovered. Karen was left standing that
way for several minutes. She heard the man get up and walk
around the room. Although she could see him (She didn't dare
turn around.), her hearing became more sensitive as she listened
to the opening and closing of luggage zippers and bureau drawers.
Karen gasped softly as he pulled a blindfold down over her eyes.
Despite the fact that she was fully clothed, Karen felt more
vulnerable and exposed than she ever had before.
It was another couple of minutes before she felt the touch of the
strange man again. Despite herself, Karen was getting more and
more excited by this strange turn of events. Karen heard the man
move in front of her. His hands were gentle as he reached for
the top button on her blouse. Karen could help trembling as her
blouse slowly came open. As he pulled the blouse from her skirt
and pulled the sides apart, Karen could feel a draft of air drift
across her now naked breasts. Her dark brown nipples crinkled at
the sensation. Karen's breasts were well shaped but not large.
Her nipples, on the other hand, were unusually thick and long.
Although there was literally nothing that she could do to control
them, Karen blushed as her nipples stiffened. Karen half-
expected the man to touch her now exposed breasts. Instead, he
reached for the clasp of her skirt. Oh God, thought Karen, now
he's going to see EVERYTHING. Karen had not thought about it up
until now but, unlike most women, her pubis was shaved completely
smooth in accordance with her Master's wishes. The clasp and
zipper presented little difficulty and much to Karen's
embarrassment, she felt the garment fall to a puddle at her
ankles.
The man moved slowly around the naked girl examining her body.
She was very pretty. He left her there for a few moments,
letting her savor the sensation of being naked, blindfolded, in
front of a strange man. She didn't even know his name.
"Hands behind your head Karen.", he said suddenly. K
aren quickly did as he asked.
"Elbows back."
Karen pushed her elbows further back thus lifting her breasts
further out for presentation.
"Feet apart.", he said.
Wordlessly Karen spread her legs. She had never felt so
helpless. Now she heard the man moving around her again,
examining her. God she was wet!
The knock on the door startled her. Karen gasped. What should
she do?, she thought as her heart began to race in a panic. To
her horror, she heard the man go over to the door and open it.
"Come in.", he said.
Karen felt her face flush a beet red as someone else walked into
the room. The door closed and someone sat in the chair in front
of her.
"Yes, put them on her." said the man and Karen knew that it was
him sitting and watching her.
Karen felt cool delicate hands attaching straps to the tops of
her thighs. They were cinched tight. Similar straps went
around her wrists, still held obediently behind her head. The
wrist straps were now attached together with a clasp and Karen
felt a cool thin chain hanging down her back and between her
buttocks dangling from the clasp at her wrists. The bottom of
this chain split in two and was attached to the straps on her
thighs. Her hands were now securely held behind her head leaving
her helpless to pull her hands forward. Until she was released,
even if she wanted to, she would be unable to cover her breasts
or pussy.
"Very nice.", said the man. "Now take the pictures."
Pictures!? thought Karen, Oh No!
Karen heard the click of the camera several times as she was
photographed from several different directions.
"She's very pretty like this isn't she?", said a woman's voice,
confirming Karen's suspicions about the other person in the
room. "I love these nipples.
Look how long they are.", she said as Karen felt her right
nipo.", said the strange woman as she trailed her fingers down
Karen's belly to strokeple grasped between the thumb and
forefinger of the woman. Karen gasped as the over-sensitive
nipple was pulled forward.
"I think her Master made a good choice in keeping her shaved als
the prominent mound. "Perhaps we can talk Chris into lending her
to us for a weekend."
The man laughed, "Perhaps, but he'd probably be more inclined to
come along and have the three of us train her at the same time as
a couple of others."
Karen stood quietly as the two strangers discussed her. The
conversation was, at once, terrifying and exciting.
"She's got a perfect ass too." said the woman. "I'd love to heat
it up for her."
Karen felt the woman's hands stroking her buttocks and wondered
if a spanking was next.
The man chuckled, "Maybe next time. We'd better get her ready."
Karen felt the woman grab her left nipple firmly.
"Come with me Karen.", she said as she led the blindfolded woman
into the next room. "Good girl. Now stand still."
Karen's nipples were throbbing where the woman had tugged at
them. The chain was disconnected from her thighs and Karen's
hands were pulled forward over head to hang in front of her.
The woman disconnected her wrists and pushed the girl forward.
Karen's knees bumped against a low table.
"Get on the table on your hands and knees." said the woman.
Karen did as she was told and found the table to be padded with
leather. The woman carefully adjusted Karen's position.
"Knees wide apart Karen." she instructed.
Straps were attached now to Karen's ankles and then fastened
apart to the table. Her thigh straps were lowered to just above
her knees.
"Head down." said the woman.
Karen bent forward and obediently pressed her cheek to the cool
leather. Karen's buttocks were now high in the air and well
displayed. The woman took Karen's wrists and pulled them back to
attach them to the straps at her knees. Thin chains now held her
knees wide apart leaving Karen helplessly exposed from the rear.
Karen had never been more excited in her life. Her pussy was
soaking wet and she could feel a tiny trickle of her own juices
working it way down her thigh. The click of the camera had her
gasp again as another series of pictures were taken.
Karen heard a movement behind her then a long thin finger slid
slowly but firmly deep into her bottom. Karen couldn't stifle a
loud moan as the woman's finger violated her tight anus. The
woman continued to lubricate her first with one finger then with
two. The in and out, twisting motions were driving Karen crazy.
"O.K. she's ready.", said the woman as she pulled her fingers
from Karen's body.
Karen clenched her rectal muscles involuntarily as her body made
a vain attempt to keep the probing fingers within her. A moment
later, Karen felt the plastic tip of some kind of plug as it was
teased into her tight and now slippery opening. The tip of the
plug was thin and the man slid it slowly in and out, getting
Karen used to its size. Now the man slide the whole plug into
her in one long motion slowing only momentarily for the thick
bulge in the middle of the plug to pass into her body. The plug
was now lodged firmly in Karen's shapely rear. The thick bulge
in the middle of the plug was now deep in Karen's rectum. It
would prevent Karen from pushing the plug out. Until it was
removed for her, the anal intruder would remain where it was.
Karen was now breathing heavily.
The woman stroked Karen's cheek gently.
"Good-bye little one.", she said, "You will meet us again soon."
Karen felt the man's hand touch the end of the anal plug and
suddenly she felt it come alive. The tip of the plug that was
lodged firmly in her started to grow longer. The tip extended
itself even deeper into her bottom in a slow but relentless
movement. Karen whimpered and the couple watched her clench her
fists and curl her toes at the exquisite sensation. Now the tip
retreated again quite slowly and then extended again. The man
patted her bottom gently.
"Good-bye Karen.", he chuckled.
Karen could only moan as she heard them walk to the door and
leave.
The butt plug continued it's easy in and out motions in long
strokes that had Karen gasp at each deep penetration. The next
five minutes seemed like hours before she heard the door open
again. Footsteps made their way to her side. Who was it now?,
she wondered as the plug once again worked its way deep into her
rectum.
"Hello Karen.", said her Master, "Have you been a good girl?"
"Oh yes Sir.", gasped Karen.
"Please... Please Sir", she whimpered.
Master Chris smiled as he moved behind her. Karen felt the tip
of his cock at the entrance to her drenched pussy. Gently he
nudged the head of it between her swollen pussy lips and held it
there for a moment.
"I watched the whole thing, you know.", he said, "I've been here
the whole time."
"Oh Sir, please take me... Please!", begged Karen.
He timed his first thrust to be at the same time and speed as the
penetrating anal plug. Karen felt herself filled in front and
behind at the same time. The sensation was too much. Karen's
body trembled as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. She cried
out again and again as each wave washed over her. Dimly, as if
from a distance, she heard her Master cry out as he spent
himself deep in her.
Karen lay quietly as the plug was removed and her blindfold and
bonds undone. Finally, curled up on the bed in her Master's
arms, she looked up into his eyes.
"Thank you.", she whispered. Then, purring like a contented cat,
she closed her eyes to sleep.
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