(Mdom, ds, bdsm)

Nathaniel and Elizabeth have been happily married now for one year. Master Nathaniel has found Elizabeth fills his most loving needs. She is always open and ready for him. She rarely causes him distress, thus giving him reason to punish her. He has spanked her, numerous times, but this was not for punishment but for pleasure. When she was disobedient he would use a leather strap or birch stick on her open pussy. Sometimes causing her a great deal of problems when having sex with him afterwards. But still, she loved him, and she learned from him.

On this morning, Master Nathaniel announced his intent to take a cruise upon his yacht, The Fantasy. The cruise was to travel to several ports. Elizabeth listened quietly, as she sat next to her Master/husband on a small stool near his chair. His hands played with her nipples and moved down to her wet, dripping hole as he spoke. He teased her flesh, almost thoughtlessly as he spoke.

"Well slave, wife, would you like a trip such as this?", he questioned.

"Yes Master, my husband. I would love a trip such as this. Who else might you invite to join us Master, or shall it just be you, I and the crew?"

"Oh no, my wife," Nathaniel said as his hands moved over her body again back to her hard, extended nipples. "We will invite some selected Masters, Mistresses and slaves. However," he said leaning over to her and kissing her cheek, "you and I shall celebrate our anniversary on the cruise and I promise it shall bring much pleasure to both of us."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly back at him. She still, after a year, melted inside whenever his eyes met hers. She loved him, more now than ever before.

"Master, may I ask a question?" Elizabeth said meekly.

"Of course slave wife, it is your right."

"Master, shall my Mistress be joining us on the cruise?" Elizabeth wondered, for she truly did not want her Mistress to come along. When her Mistress was around she felt that her Master, her husband, was not truly hers.

"Well my slave wife, your Mistress must stay here. Else who would tend to the other slaves of your Master's." Nathaniel said as he rose from his chair. Elizabeth needed no instructions, she rose also and followed behind him by some three feet. He surprised her when he turned around abruptly and hugged her then smacked her bare bottom once very hard with his open hand. "It will be great fun slave Elizabeth, you will see. And we shall heat this up nicely," he said slapping her bottom once again. "Perhaps in front of everyone on board the yacht, perhaps on a dock in a foreign port. But I promise it will be a pleasureable experience."

Elizabeth turned bright red at the suggestion of a public spanking on her bare bottom. She burrowed her head into her Master's chest. He tilted her head up toward his and kissed her tenderly. Then quickly turned and walked from the breakfast room.

"We have much to do. I want you to take charge of packing the toys I desire. I shall take charge of the people I wish to invite." He sat down at his desk in the study, Elizabeth quickly took her place next to his chair, kneeling on a cushion placed on the floor. He reached into the center drawer of the desk and withdrew a nine inch long, two and half inch thick dildo then turned back to Elizabeth. "Stand slave wife, legs spread wide."

She stood quickly at his first word and spread her legs open for him. He slowly slid the dildo into her then pulled it back out then pushed it deeper into her. His fingers reached her nipples and he pinched them hard, she moaned without opening her mouth. He reached back down to the dildo and turned it on. He pulled it in and out of her several more times then ordered her back down to her knees. She obeyed immediately.

While her Master continued to write out the list of toys he wished his slave wife to pack, Elizabeth held her position with the dildo bringing her ever closer to climax. She began to moan and move about on her cushion as the dildo did its job.

Nathaniel looked down at her and patted her shoulder. "Not yet little puss, not yet. Only when I say."

She had learned, over the past year not to cum without his permission. No matter what the stimulation, if she came without his approval she would recieve a harsh pussy whipping. She tried to think of other things, keeping her mind off her constant hard lover pressed into her cunt.

Master Nathaniel finally stood up from the desk, pressing his hand on her shoulder, indicating to Elizabeth to hold her place. He moved in front of her, as he had done on many occassions and studied Elizabeth's face. His fingers reached for her nipples and he began to tease her flesh.

"When I pinch you hard, you will cum. Not until then slave wife, do you understand?" Nathaniel stated.

"Yes Master, as you wish," Elizabeth said, straining to hold back her natural responses.

"I should imagine," Nathaniel continued teasing her nipples, "that you would love to feel a rock, hard cock pressed deep into your cunt. Fucking you hard and fast. Thrusting in and out of you, creating that wonderful friction inside you. While your little white ass is spanked with your favorite toy, the thin wooden paddle with the holes in it. Stinging your flesh and forcing the heat to rise in your bare bottom as well as in your hot pussy hole."

Elizabeth squirrmed more now, as her Master talked. She could hardly contain herself. She was so near the edge now that it would not take much for her to cross over that line.

"And I," Nathaniel said, as his fingers circling her nipples. "I would have the delight of watching your bare ass cheeks turn bright red, then crimson." His fingers pinched down hard on her nipples now and Elizabeth, as if on command, exploded with orgasm, falling forward into her Master's body. He moved his hands down now to the dildo inside her and began thrusting it in and out of her hard. With the other hand he reached over her and began to slap her ass cheeks harshly. She wiggled her bottom in the air just as she felt the rush of her juices flood from her wet hole. He stopped thrusting the dildo into her now but pushed it deep inside her and left it there. His fingers slid over her buttocks slowly then pressed into her anus and teased her flesh for several minutes. She sat back upright again, on her knees, as he began to tease her nipples once again. Slowly she began to rise again. He studied her face closely now, and as she reached the heights of coming again he withdrew his fingers from her nipple and then the dildo. He rose, leaving her wanting, begging inwardly to be finished.

"Slave wife," he said as he reached for the list on the desk, "take this list and pack the items. Do not touch yourself slave wife, or I shall have to spank that hot puss of yours. If you should come without my approval, I shall use the birch stick on your opened pussy. Now go pack the items on that list. Use the black bags in the playroom to pack them."

"Yes Master," Elizabeth said as she rose and walked from the room. She was almost beside herself now with need to fulfill the burning deep fire within her. But she knew her Master. She knew he would whip her as he said. She hated this form of punishment and would, at any cost, try her best to avoid it.

There was nothing sexual about this punishment, not to her. It simply hurt and caused her pain when she made love with her Master for days to come.

She entered the playroom now, list in hand. As she got to the table, the table she had been tied to so many times, she lay the list down and began to read. At the top it said, 'Slave, wife, there are instructions on the back of this list which you are not to read until you have completed the task at hand. Pack the items listed here and be certain to pack the strap and birch stick used for administering punishment to your sweet, tender sex. Then you may turn this note over and follow the instructions on the back.'

Elizabeth became more excited now. Trying to envision what it was her Master would instruct her to do. She could feel her juices flowing from her shaved pussy slit and running down the inside of her legs. She quickly looked at the list, pulled the black suitcase bags from the adjoining closet and started packing the items. When she came to the thin wooden paddle with the holes placed throughout it, her Master had written, be sure to pack your favorite instrument wife, and kiss it sweetly before you place it in the bag. She did so, closing her eyes and remembering all the evenings of enjoyment this paddle had brought to her and her Master. Finally she finished packing all the items on the list. She walked back to the table to flip the paper over for her instructions.

'Slave, wife Elizabeth,' it read, 'I know you are burning with desire by now. I know you wish to come and touch yourself to bring you pleasure. You shall be permitted to do so. But you must first follow these instructions. Go to the spanking machine in the corner, there is a large, vibrating dildo laying on the table of the machine. Place the dildo inside you and turn it on low. Next, adjust the spanking machine to four, the paddle will strike your upturned buttocks firmly but not enough to cause you pain but more pleasure. Lay yourself over the table, with your knees pressed into the knee rest and reach back and turn the machine on. Do not, under any circumstances, touch your body from this moment on with your hands. The spanking machine and the low level vibration of the dildo will bring you to the levels I desire. You shall not come my love, until I enter the room and give permission. Then I, and I alone shall deliver you from your burning desires.'

Elizabeth laid the note back down on the table and went to the spanking machine in the corner. Quickly she thrust the vibrator into her wanting, dripping sex. This along made her rise in her desires, for she had a great need to be filled in her empty hole. She adjusted the spanking machine to the number four then placed herself over the table and knees on the knee rest, reached back and switched it on. The paddle slapped at her bare bottom consistantly, never increasing or decreasing in speed. The low level vibration of the dildo combined with the paddle was beginning to drive her to the point of disobedience. She knew she would soon cum, Master's orders or not, and now was beginning to resign herself to being spanked soundly on her open pussy. Just as she abdicated her position Master Nathaniel came through the door. Obviously, she concluded, he had watched the entire eposide on his closed television monitor.

He quickly moved to her, turning off the spanking machine, then withdrawing the dildo from her drenched pussy.

"Ah wife, you have made me proud. Your control is remarkable. Let's see what more you can stand." Nathaniel said as he reached for her nipples and pulled on them, as if using them for a leash to walk her. "Come wife, to the horse. I shall spank that hot bottom of yours with my hand and see if you can still restrain from coming."

Elizabeth moaned at the thought. She knew she would not be able to hold out much longer. Her Master had, after all, since breakfast, kept her totally aroused and craving.

"Master, my husband, I don't think I can stand any more," Elizabeth said as she jumped from foot to foot before the sawhorse. "Please Master, I wish to cum now."

"No little puss, when I say. And you shall recieve a special punishment for begging to be allowed to cum. You know, or at least you should know, that only your Master knows what is best for you. Now over the horse."

Elizabeth, though deep down very reluctant, went over the horse, with her bare ass cheeks thrust upward for her Master's pleasure. He did not bind her, for she knew better than to move. She had learned, sometime ago, moving would bring a swift punishment to her so she remained still; except for the pushing of her bottom upwards to reach the spanking blows she loves so much. Today, with the heat of her wanting sex so built up, the spanking would not bring pleasure, unless permitted to cum during the activity. Yet she knew, knowing her Master as she did, that this would not happen.

Master Nathaniel positioned himself to the side of her and began to slap her bare bottom firmly. There was no counting, just the harsh slap of his hand on her upturned bottom. The sound of the spanks filled the playroom, as did the moaning of the owner of the bare bottom. Master Nathaniel took a thick butt plug from the shelving and pushed it into Elizabeth's sex, lubricating it with her juices then thrust it hard into her anus. She screamed at the forcefulness in which he pushed it into her. He then moved back to her side and began to spank her hard again.

She was on fire. It began in her stomach and spread outward to the rest of her body. Like a river with many tributaries the flames rushed through her viens. Her pussy lips and clit swollen with passion to be filled. Her body shook, as she tried to restrain herself and maintain until given the approval of her Master to cum.

He had spanked her several times, nearly sixty spanks in all by now. She was so near the edge and yet still, somehow, managed to control. Finally Nathaniel pulled her upwards from the horse and lay her on the floor. Slowly he covered her body with his and thrust his erect, firm member into her yearning nether opening. He thrust into her hard and fast, like a jack hammer slamming in the pavement. Finally he said, "You may come my slave."

Elizabeth needed no further encouragement. She let the pent-up passion course through her, and like a dam about to burst, she howled the release of the fire. Master Nathaniel thrust into her harder now, then pulling out slowly as she rose again to release more of the held passion. As she neared the climax once more, her Master thrust into her hard and fast. She exploded, crossing over the threshold of passion to extreme salaciousness.

Everything became imperceptible to her now. She was in the realm somewhere between ecstasy and life. Like crossing into another dimension where all the sensations; touch, feel, and pleasure become magnified beyond comprehension.

Master Nathaniel watched her closely now. As she rose beyond heights she had ever achieved. Within moments he erupted inside her, with almost as much furry as she had exploded.

He lay on top of her for a long time, as he came down from his own experience. Then slid to the side her and lightly caressed her body. His fingers trailing down her skin from her shoulders to her open sex. After some time, perhaps ten minutes, she opened her eyes to meet his.

"Oh Master," she said as she reached up to him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you Master, thank you.", she began to cry in happiness.

"I see, my little puss," her Master whispered, "you enjoyed the results of denial."

"Oh yes Master, very much."

"Good my wife. I had hoped it would have such an effect on you. As it did me as well. I promise you slave wife," his voice becoming firmer now, "I shall always try to find new ways to bring us both pleasure. New ways to bring us both to the heights of the sky when that moment of explosion occurs within us."

"You have done so my husband. My Master." Elizabeth said as she sought his lips with hers. "I love you my husband," she said as she pressed her lips to him and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He held her tightly to him and pushed his tongue back to hers.

After the long, deep tender kiss, he said, "Now sweet puss Elizabeth, there is a matter of punishment for begging."

Elizabeth immediately took a kneeling position, with head held down. In an almost childlike voice she whispered, "Yes Master."

"What shall I do with you sweet puss. Should I whip you hard and fast and leave you, without filling your always dripping sex? Or should I strap your open pussy or perhaps use the birch rod? What say you little puss, what would you have your Master do?"

"Whatever is my Master's pleasure," Elizabeth said, tears hedging her voice.

"Very good little puss. You never forget who is Master and who is slave. Punishment does bring me a great deal of pleasure, even when it is to your open sex, which I know you hate to have spanked. I shall make an alternative choice here, as to the punishment you deserve. Since tonight is the last night in the house until after the cruise, you shall spend it, dear puss, with your Mistress. She shall have you as she wishes. I know this to be punishment to you, for you do not love your Mistress, and fear her much. So go, tell her of the decision and stay with her."

Elizabeth had not thought of this form of punishment. Though what her Master had said was true. She did not love her Mistress, respect her yes, but love her no. And she did indeed have a great fear of her. She knew how uncharitable and stern she could be, for she had seen it many times, not just with herself but with other slaves in the house. Elizebeth slowly walked from the playroom, up the stairs to her Mistress's bedroom.

Master Nathaniel had retrieve the black suitcases filled with toys from the playroom and stood at the bottom of the stairs watching as his wife hesitated at the door of her Mistress.

"Go ahead slave, knock. It is as I desire," Master Nathaniel said when he watched her delay.

Elizabeth rapped lightly on the door. Within a few seconds the door opened and her Mistress stood before her.

"Master has sent me to you for the night Mistress, if you so desire me. I am, my Mistress, to tell you I have been sent to you as punishment for my pleading to be permit to cum when my Master had not given permission. I am yours Mistress, to use and do with as you please." Elizabeth said, her head hanging down now, nearly touching her chin to her chest.

Master Nathaniel smiled from the bottom of the stairs up at the Mistress, then nodded his head in approval.

"Come in slave Elizabeth," Mistress Katherine said as she stepped back from the opened doorway. Elizabeth entered the room slowly, like a child going into the principals office knowing she was to be spanked soundly.