Opening Up

Shortly after my Master and I began our relationship He had a business trip and was going to be gone for almost a week. Before leaving He gave me a list of things He wanted done. On the fourth day I had completed everything on the list and felt at a loss for things to do.

That night as I sat on the bed waiting for His nightly call, it finally came, He asked how my list was coming along. He was so surprised to hear that I had completed everything.

“Well, My pet, I am tremendously pleased! I just might need to come up with a reward for you for being such a good girl. Tell me, is the check list on different activities done as well?”

“Yes, Sir, it is and I put it in the folder in my briefcase on the internet.”

In His hotel room Sir got out His laptop and went straight for our shared account to read the list of activities and what my limits and interests were for each.

He expressed some surprise at a few of the interests I had, one He was particularly drawn to.

“Oh, my little pet, you have been a very busy little girl, haven’t you? I am so pleased! But what’s this I see? You have an interest in fisting?!”

I instantly blushed and stammered as I tried to speak, my voice dropped to a near whisper.

“Y-y-yes, but it’s more like a fantasy and not something I am sure I can handle, in fact in the past I haven‘t been able to take a hand completely.”

“I see.” was His only reply for a moment.

He finished going through the list with me, and we talked about several of the items and my replies. Time sped away so quickly and I remember looking at the clock and feeling a bit more lonelier than before, I knew our call was only going last a few more minutes before He sent me to bed for the night. Missing Him terribly and dreading the emptiness of my bed with Him gone I sighed heavily.

“Tired, little one?”

“No Sir, not really, just missing You.” I replied as my voice trembled just a bit.

“Just another day, love, and I will be back home. But let Me see if I can help make you a little more tired so you will sleep for me and be well rested for My return home.”

He then instructed me to get a few toys out for some directed play, and the headset for the phone. I listened to Him as He directed me to play for Him over the phone. Within minutes it seemed I was wet and squirming as He teased me with talk of the things on my check list. Before long the dildo, and silver bullet and His voice had me begging to cum. He held out on His permission as long as He thought I could take and then allowed me to release.

When the orgasm finally subsided I figured He would then vocally tuck me into bed, but I was surprised when He continued to talk. He asked me questions about the interest of fisting I had. The questions were deliberately worded for maximum effect. My breathing changed as I tried to answer, my voice had dropped into that tone that told Him I was heading into that headspace where only He can send me. I looked over to the corner of the room where I like to go and sit and think of Him, suddenly it seemed so far away.

“Little one, slip down to the floor for me.”

I slipped off the bed and assumed the position I had been taught to do for Him.

“Are you there, little one?”

“Yes, Sir, I am on the floor.”

“Good. Now tell me, what has you so quiet all of a sudden? Is it the activity? Do you want to feel My hand so badly, pushing, and sliding deep inside of you that it takes your breath away?”

I swallowed hard, my breath actually caught in my throat at the sound of His voice, His questions, His tone.

Finally I whispered back, “yes Sir, I want to feel your hand.”

“Why, my little one? Why is it that you want to feel My hand filling you so full? Feel it stretch and open you so wide…so full. I bet your eyes are almost closed picturing yourself laid open to Me, My fingers beginning to slide in and out, just two at first, then three.”

His voice had such a soft tone as He spun the fantasy He was almost hypnotic and that voice, that tone pulled me under His magical spell.

“Just breathe, little one and listen. You can almost feel those three fingers, can’t you? Sliding so deep and so slow, curling up against your g-spot, my thumb stroking softly against your clit. I bet your clit is so hard right now isn’t it? Reach down love and stroke it for me. Not too hard, just soft, right on the very tip, now slide two fingers inside yourself. Feel Me, little one, feel Me there.”

I must have whimpered softly cause I heard Him say shhhhhh. “Little one, slide another finger inside for Me.”

I was sitting there on the floor, next to our bed and I had three fingers deeply inside myself. With adding the third fingers my thumb now couldn’t stroke my clit, but was pressed against it. I moaned.

“Little one, I want you to lift a leg onto the bed, lean back on the floor and place a leg up on the bed.”

I did as I was told, scared a little at what He would try to have me do, not that I was afraid it would hurt, but afraid I would fail and disappoint Him.

“In, twist and back out. Come on, you can do this for Me.” He continued to talk in that tone that spoke of softness and yet had a tone of complete authority and control.

“Now, little one, add that fourth finger, gently now, don‘t force it.”

I added the fourth finger and felt myself open to it, it wasn’t easy, but it felt so good to be stretched and filled as much as I have ever been in my life. My thumb pressed hard against my clit, I could feel it throb and I was growing wetter and wetter by the second. My breathing changed so much, it was heavy and my nipples were so hard they ached.

“Little one,” I heard Him say, “tuck your thumb tightly against your other fingers.”

I tucked my thumb against the other four that I was now fucking myself with and I moaned as it trailed over my clit for the last time.

“You can do this, little one, come on now, slowly, twist your hand and push forward, come one baby, do this for Me.”

I twisted and pushed, but it was hard, I tensed up and felt a great resistance, as wet as I was I still wasn’t wet enough, I reached over to the nightstand with my other hand and picked up the bottle of lube that sits out in the open always ready for Him to use if He needs it. A fleeting thought of gratefulness for cell phones with headsets flashed through my mind.

I applied some lube to my fingers that I was still trying to fuck into myself. I opened up a bit more and my hand began to slide deeper.

When my hand reached the last knuckle of my thumb I was moaning louder and shaking so hard I thought I would shake apart into a million pieces.

“How far is your hand, little one? Are you up to the knuckles now? Almost the end of your palm?”

I answered yes but it came out like some sort of incoherent half moan half garbled gibberish.

“Push…little one, push, find your g-spot and twist that hand.” over and over He kept saying the same things. My moaning was now louder than I have ever remembered, He loves it when I am loud, but it is something that has always been hard for me to do.

“Open that throat little one, I want those screams, they belong to Me.” He would always tell me. This night was no different. “If you want to feel My hand twisting and fucking you like this, you better open that throat and scream when you cum for me, now Cum! Come on little one, cum to me now, cum all over that hand.”

Hearing His special way of ordering me to cum, too cum to Him instead of for Him rocked me to the very core. I screamed out as I felt my hand twisting against my own g-spot. I felt a strong urge almost like peeing, my thighs felt suddenly cold from the wetness now running down both insides of my thighs. I heard Him moan through the headset and knew that my Master had also just came, and the sound of His pleasure was enough to send a shock wave through my entire body and I came again, screaming for my Master.

Several minutes past with Him talking gently, softly, guiding me through removing my hand, cleaning up as best I could and getting me back into bed.

‘Rest little one, rest, sleep. Sleep as long as you can and before you know it, I will be home, walking in the door, and ready to fuck you with My fist Myself.”

End of part one.