Mastering Deirdre

Mastering Deirdre
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ISBN:  9781780803852
Author:  Imelda Stark
Word Count:  78,807
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Seeking the MistressSeeking the Mistress
The Chastening of SamanthaThe Chastening of Samantha
The Wicked StepmotherThe Wicked Stepmother

She calmly beckoned me over her knees, and I underwent the now-familiar ritual of having my bottom cheeks spread and the nozzle inserted. Next the warm waters were flowing inside me as had become usual. Then everything changed, as she slid her right leg from underneath me and used it to pin my thighs against her left leg. She then ordered me to reach my right arm back, and took a hold of my wrist and held it against the small of my back. Suddenly I was pinned into immobility, my bottom bent over her single knee at a far sharper angle. This position rudely displayed my pussy, as I was acutely aware.
   'I know you're going to struggle while you're being spanked, because I always did,' she said
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Deirdre is an ardent feminist who runs a women's health clinic in a liberal West Coast college town, and against her nature she falls under the spell of a handsome and powerful older man. Through his patient understanding and support she reluctantly explores her hidden submissive nature, which craves subjugation of her bound and helpless body to his rigorous, painful, but always pleasurable attentions.

And once her toned buttocks become accustomed to daily spankings and plunderings, her lushly feminine office manager joins the naughty fun, as all manner of delicious erotic complexities ensue.

'Deirdre, have you been a bad girl?'
   A bolt of aroused excitement shot through my abdomen straight to my clitoris. I sighed and responded meekly: 'Yes, Master, I have.'
   He pondered a moment and asked: 'How have you been naughty?'
   I thought a moment, and decided to pursue an angle that I hoped He might find amusing, since it seemed pretty damned funny to me. I continued to enjoy cuddling into His masculine presence and murmured: 'I got a crush on an employee at work and shamelessly arranged to seduce Him.'
   He chuckled a bit and replied: 'That sounds like a very serious offense... Are you sure your bottom's ready for punishment severe enough to atone for a crime of that magnitude?'
   I thought awhile, my arousal spiking at the implications of what was very likely to follow this prelude. Then I sighed and said: 'Well, I suppose it will have to be, since that's what it has coming to it. After all, it has to start sometime to learn to take its medicine when I've been bad.'
   He continued diddling me with His probing finger, no doubt aware of the flood of secretions that signaled how intensely turned on I was at the prospect of impending bare-bottom punishment. As I wriggled on His lap in growing arousal, He mused: 'It seems to me that such a bad girl probably has to be cleaned out inside as well as having the naughtiness scorched on the outsides of her buttocks, don't you agree?'
   I pondered this, not having imagined He would be equipped to give me an enema. But once again my body told the tale as I became even more aroused and replied: 'I'm afraid I do, so you should go ahead and give me everything we both know my wicked bottom deserves, inside and out. Maybe I can be better behaved after it's been properly punished, at least for a little while.'
   He chuckled again and said: 'It sounds like you don't think just one session of corporal consequences is going to suffice to help you to mend your ways, is that right?'
   I continued to inhale His delightful musk and murmured: 'Oh, I know what a very bad girl I am inside. I suspect that even daily spankings will barely suffice to keep me in line, no matter how severe they are. Attending properly to my naughty bottom could be quite a chore for you, so I hope you're up to the task.'
   He laughed again at my impertinence, and retorted: 'I guess we'll soon see about that, won't we now, young lady.' At this point I was just seconds away from coming, which I'm sure He sensed. Because He slipped His hand from its position fingering my pussy and stood me up in front of Him. I felt a bit woozy on standing, and He reached powerful hands out to steady me by grasping my hips.
   He looked up at me with bemused fondness in His eyes and said: 'Let's get you out of those clothes. Part of the consequence for being so naughty is to have to be naked all the time, so everyone can see your bottom and know you've been bad and it's been punished. I'll restrict that rule to this house for the time being, though if you prove too incorrigible I may punish you by making you show your spanked bottom to other people as well.'
   The thought of being put on display in this manner both terrified and inflamed me, as so many things were about to come to do in this bizarre new life I was demanding. The act of stripping suddenly took on new significance, as I wondered if it was the last time I'd be clothed for the rest of the weekend. I frankly thrilled at the thought of many hours of naked erotic servitude to this wonderful sexy man who was taking such masterful control of me.
   I stood before Him, bathing in His warm gaze. Then I held His eyes with mine as I seductively unbuttoned the sleeves and front of my sheer blouse. I wriggled my shoulders slowly back and forth, flashing my breasts at Him in the gap between the halves of the garment. This was a move I had learned in a belly dancing class. Our instructor had said it was designed to show off our tits to our salacious audience. A shrug and two tugs with my arms behind my back started the blouse down toward the floor, and I stood only in the patterned blue skirt. I reached my hands down my naked torso to my hips, pausing to cup my breasts and hold them out to Him as a mute offering of myself. Then my fingers gradually pulled up the skirt until my sopping pussy was revealed. Next I released it dramatically to the floor, since I had unclasped the waistband while flashing my crotch at him. A kick sent it to join my crumpled blouse on the side, and I was in the naked state I was to occupy until my Master gave me leave to clothe myself again.
   He applauded archly and said: 'I don't know how a woman in her forties managed to keep a body like this, but I am filled with appreciation for it. Most teenagers would kill to be this fit and sculpted. To think that such a sexy package holds such a truly interesting mind and that it's all mine to play with, however I want, for as long as I like. Now turn around, sweet Deirdre, and let me have a look at the star of tonight's show, which is going to be your perfect toned derriere.'
   I obeyed, looking over my shoulder to watch His expression as I wiggled my rear. I was taunting Him as I spread my legs and ground my hips rhythmically, as though I was dancing to sensual music. He ordered me to step near and widen my stance to a four or five foot straddle, and then bade me bend over and place my palms on the floor for support.
   Giving a long sigh of appreciation, He said: 'Such a spectacular ass, and I get to do everything I want to it. I can hardly wait to see it react when I challenge it with all manner of invasive stimuli. But let's start by having a good long feel of every inch of it right now.'
   That was exactly what He did as I held that supremely vulnerable pose, my whole erotic core blatantly offered up to Him. He fondled my buttocks for a long time, testing their tone and texture, sizing them up for their coming ordeal, I was quite sure. He murmured: 'So soft and sensitive and responsive... I'm sure they'll dance quite prettily when I hurt them...'
   The back and inner aspects of my thighs came under similar scrutiny, as I groaned at the deliciousness of His gentle, firm touch on these intimate surfaces. He allowed conversationally: 'I will spank you here too, you know... And I'm sure it will be terrifyingly painful...' Then He focused on my crotch itself, flagrantly exposed by my spread posture, as He spent a long time fingering and then licking between my thighs and pussy. Then, as though He couldn't help Himself, He leaned forward and took my entire vulva into His mouth, as I almost screamed in arousal. He suckled me there, tonguing my labia and introitus and then my clit, as His strong hands held my hips firmly. I burst into climax, bucking in His grip for over a minute of ecstasy before my spasms of joyful release at last subsided.
   He sat up and sighed: 'I must be more disciplined, but you're so delectable, I had to have a little snack before I could go on.' He then concluded His survey of my splayed rear by tonguing His way down my ass crack, and taking a long while to gently circle my anus and lick the tender skin between it and my perineum.
   After a while He sat back again and said: 'And this sweet, tight little rosette is going to get quite a lot of attention itself. In fact, it will be the first beneficiary of my disciplinary activities. So let's get you up and trotting on into my bathroom, where I think we can cobble together some interesting opening scenes of our little private drama of crime and punishment.'
   So out of the great room we headed, Him fully clothed and me stark naked. This was to become more the rule than the exception in the new erotically consumed secret life I had just volunteered to embark upon. I felt subsumed with a heady mixture of arousal, fear at challenging experiences undoubtedly to come, gratification at being the object of such careful attention by such an attractive man, and sheer appreciation for who He was and how fortunate I was to have found Him. I could feel His eyes on my bottom as He followed me into the bathroom suite, and added a seductive roll to my walk for His pleasure.
   He chuckled and said: 'Such a saucy wench we have here. Even on the verge of her punishment she can't restrain her impulse to be naughty. I suspect that being spanked and sodomized all day every day still wouldn't mend her salacious ways. But I owe it to the world to try my best in spite of the impossibility of the task... sort of a BDSM version of the labors of Hercules, I suppose...'
   He sighed dramatically, inviting me to join in His verbal game, and I played along heartily. I delighted in retorting with my best faux-innocent wide-eyed gaze: 'Oh, dear Master, I know that disciplining such a bad girl is such an arduous chore! Could there be anything I could do in advance to fortify your strength for your coming ordeals?' I then dropped as gracefully as I could to my knees on the bathroom throw rug in front of Him and unzipped His Levis to free His inevitably rampant cock. I took it boldly in my mouth as I cupped His balls in my hands.
   He groaned as I sucked Him deeply, circling His frenulum lasciviously with my tongue. He placed His hands on my shoulders to steady Himself. He murmured: 'God, that's good... I suppose a quick blowjob couldn't hurt before I embark on hours of tormenting your wicked little bottom. But make sure you don't spill a drop or I'll have to punish you even more severely.'

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Monday, 28 April 2014  | 

A very erotically charged read with a relentless amount of spanking and sex. Good characterisation and well paced. I enjoyed it.


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