The Making Of Melissa (Part 8) ? Melissa Meets Her Master

It had only been two days since Melissa?s last outing when she heard from her so-called Master. It was a text message from a number she didn?t recognise. Obviously, he had changed phones since last week. She had taken to thinking of her master as a ?he?, she didn?t know why. The message was curt, and yet it said everything it needed to say and it invited a reply, so she dutifully took it upon herself to find out more details.What kind of girl have I been? How many followers? she texted back.Her master replied by telling her that her last escapade at the sports club had amassed a total of fourteen followers. All of them wanted a gangbang of their own, not that Melissa wouldn?t be up for a repeat performance with the same guys, but her master could not guarantee that, could he?Her master then proceeded to tell her that another person was making a very interesting play for her.Why interesting? Melissa texted back.All she got was another brief reply and a smiley face at the end of it. The tone of the messages was not so brash as the previous two and she wondered if her master was mellowing a little.Then he said that he had something for Friday night and would let her know. She looked at it and panicked. She wanted to text back that she couldn?t do Friday because her husband would be home, but something stopped her. It was dread. Dread that she would disobey her master. The thought hit her hard, and yet she knew that this person wasn?t really her master and couldn?t do anything about it, other than telling her husband how she had misbehaved; show him this Fetlife website with all the photos of her on it. Undeniable proof as they say. She was building up quite a portfolio.The next text she received from him was a little surprising. She sent a message back straight away explaining her predicament.Friday night? My husband and I will be together that evening. It was enough of an explanation, without going into too many details. She stared at her phone and waited.The reply threw her. Knocked her for six.No, you won?t, he?ll be on a business trip. A smiley followed.Melissa?s whole body shook as she stood mid-step looking at her phone. A deep feeling of uncertainty spread through her. Then all sorts of questions came at her from all sorts of directions.Who the fuck is this person? How do they know something that I don?t? What the fuck is happening here? Is this my husband? It couldn?t be him? Because he would already know about my infidelity and would be setting me up with more. No, it couldn?t be him, could it? My husband?s boss maybe, he would know whether John was being sent on a business trip before I would. But then I hardly know John?s boss so why would he do this?Melissa started mulling over the people in her life, family first, never rule out your own family as they say. Then came her friends; she made a mental checklist of everyone that she was friendly with that may do this to her. The list was formidable. Then came her work colleagues and that list was never-ending.Melissa started with her closest friends list: her friend Brian the perv, possibly Jenny. it wouldn?t be Patrick or Maggie ? certainly not Maggie her best friend, she reasoned.The next text from her master said it all.You?re taking a lot of time thinking about who it is ? aren?t you?Melissa nodded. She didn?t know why she nodded, but she did. She replied in the affirmative, but then the messages stopped. Her message of: How did you know? Do you know my husband? Are you my husband? all fell on stony ground.When Melissa made it home she brought up the Fetlife website once more and looked at her journey. A new section had been written on how Melissa loved three cocks at once and especially her love of double penetration. Again, there was a picture to accompany it and this time she knew who had taken it. The angle suggested that it must have been Brian, the muscly God. It was true, she did find double Mersin Escort penetration exhilarating, especially with the cock sizes she had been presented with by those rugby guys.She remembered that she was a very lucky girl that afternoon. Her husband hadn?t even questioned her when she got home as he was so engrossed in the programme he was watching on the television. Plenty of time, for her to disappear to the bathroom and take another much-needed shower before bedtime. Just to make sure that nothing from her previous encounter embarrassed her.She could see the ?likes? on some of the images were growing as she was looking at them. And that look on her face as her orgasm pushed home was particularly degrading, to say the least. She appeared sweaty, some of it dripping from her nose, and her lips were pursed, revealing the climax that she was having at that precise moment. Some of the comments being left on her images would have been construed as degrading, and yet, they had that element of appeal. It was only at that moment that she liked the term ?fucking slut!?When the front door slammed shut, Melissa slapped the lid of the laptop down hard. Her husband entered the kitchen with a sad look on his face.?Darling, you?re gonna be mad with me. I?m so sorry.?Melissa looked across at him with her eyes, without moving her head. She knew what was coming.?I had to agree to a business trip this Thursday, for two days, long-distance, which means I will have to stay overnight. I?ll miss our Friday night together, but I?ll be back around midday on Saturday.?His hands came around her from behind, and he planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Melissa nodded. She was right. She knew what was coming.?Oh! No,? she replied, feigning disappointment in one sense and wondering who was pulling the strings in another, ?couldn?t they send someone else???Apparently not! It?s my line of work and a great opportunity, for the company.??Well, Saturday will have to be a date,? she replied, pulling him over her shoulder to give him a proper kiss.Thoughts about who was controlling her, or them, kept flooding her mind. She set John?s arms free and allowed him to walk behind her, for a coffee, before grinning at his excuse. Maybe it was him, after all? Perhaps he already knew about her last encounter which was why he never questioned it. How was she to find out?ooOooOn Thursday, John left to catch the flight to Edinburgh for his important meeting. There were lots of kisses and a hard-on that she needed to relieve before he left the house. For some reason, it didn?t take long.On Friday, at precisely five in the afternoon, Melissa walked towards Costa coffee in the mall shopping centre. She felt a little apprehensive at meeting someone new, a bloke at the coffee shop, and at a place that was so close to where she lived, but ? needs must if she was going to get fucked by another stranger.The instructions were clear, she would be met by a person wearing a black coat and a black hat. Very James Bond she thought and wondered whether he would have a Walther PPK strapped under his coat.She looked around as soon as she entered the coffee shop, but the only person matching the colour of the clothes was a woman who sat towards the back. Melissa ordered a coffee and decided to sit mid-way facing the front door; better to be prepared than be surprised.She waited, sipped her coffee and wondered what Juicy would look like.A surprising tap on her shoulder caused her to look towards the person standing next to her holding a half-full latte.?Mind if I join you,? the woman said. ?I believe you are waiting, for me to pick you up, to take you to Juicy?? Her lips were a lovely pink colour that matched the scarf she was wearing.Melissa indicated the chair opposite her and the two women started a conversation about chauffeurs and the like. The lady was very good at keeping secrets Mersin Escort Bayan and all that Melissa could get out of her was her name, Caroline. As in sweet Caroline, from the famous Neil Diamond song.They must have chatted for about half an hour, because at five-thirty precisely, Caroline suggested that she drive Melissa to meet Juicy. Melissa dutifully followed her out of the coffee shop and towards the multi-storey car park where they slipped into a fashionable Mercedes Benz convertible.Before she knew it, Melissa was on her way, in a flash car, with a rather sexy woman next to her, not that she was into women, because she wasn?t, in order to meet what she hoped would be a sexy bloke.So many questions went through Melissa?s head as she let Caroline take the strain, and she found herself looking over the cute black-haired woman from the tips of her heels, tights, she assumed, to the edge of her coat. Her hat, which was discarded (in the excuse for a back seat that no one could sit in) allowed her dark hair to flow around her shoulders, aided by wind flooding into the open-top car. Melissa estimated her age to be a few years younger than herself. The one thing she couldn?t get out of her mind was the bright pink lipstick that adorned her succulent lips and she wondered whether they had ever entertained Juicy.With that last thought under her belt, she found the car pulling into a beautiful country home, finally coming to a halt. They both stepped out of the car and Melissa followed Caroline into the house. The interior was bright with plenty of light being let in by the huge windows and general open plan arrangement. Everything was clean and nothing seemed out of place. At that moment, when Caroline took Melissa?s hand and guided her upstairs, her heart started racing. The feel of Caroline?s hand, guiding her to her fate, caused her to secrete, secretly, into her panties.They entered a large room with a sizeable bed positioned in the centre. Wardrobes occupied the space on either side of the door and a few bedside cabinets and storage units were scattered about.?Melissa, I think that today may well be very different from anything you have done before, but I guarantee that you will leave here thoroughly used. That craving you seem to display on Fetlife, the one to please people, will be truly satisfied.? Caroline?s words sounded pleasant enough and Melissa found herself smiling.?Now, it?s time to get you ready, for Juicy. Naked, I think. So, Strip!?Caroline?s attitude changed ever so slightly. With her arms crossed she waited for Melissa to comply, and within a few seconds, her clothes were discarded in a heap that was piled on an opulent chair in the corner of the room. Her heels topped the spectacle and as she turned she could feel Caroline?s gaze upon her body. Every inch, every centimetre, scrutinised. Her nipples extended of their own accord and goosebumps erupted on her arms and bottom, and yet the room was far from cold. Melissa concentrated hard to appear confident, but her hands gave her away as they unconsciously made their way to cover her breasts.?You will need a safe word, do you have one??Melissa swallowed and shook her head.?You will need one in case things get a bit carried away, so I would choose something that you wouldn?t normally use sexually.? Caroline studied Melissa as she pondered on that thought; and she noticed that Melissa?s breathing was even harder than it was before.Melissa lowered her gaze, the excitement at what was going to happen to make her need a safe word caused a smile to break out on her lips, though she didn?t need to think of one; she already had a word in her mind should this scenario ever present itself.?Blue,? Melissa said, quietly and quickly before looking Caroline in the eye. She waited for her next command.Melissa watched the smile form on Caroline?s pretty face.?Nice colour,? Escort Mersin replied Caroline, approvingly nodding her head.Melissa watched as Caroline?s coat was slowly unbuttoned and discarded on the floor. Melissa?s mouth opened in shock. She'd expected a posh dress, maybe pearls around her neck, something in keeping with her posh accent and demeanour that she had displayed from the first moment they met. But that?s not what she was presented with.In their place were stockings that stretched from her red-heeled shoes to her short black latex dress giving her breasts a killer cleavage that made them look like they were going to jump out of the dress on their own accord. Then Melissa noticed the necklace. The one that was hidden under the coat. The one that said?Juicy.Melissa?s face dropped in shock, and yet her pussy tingled. Women had never been her thing until today it seemed. Until the sight of Juicy was presented to her eyes in that dressed-to-kill manner.?What do I call you, Caroline or Juicy?? Melissa recovered from her initial surprise, giggling nervously at the thought.?I?m Juicy, to you,? came the reply.Melissa realised that there wasn?t a man waiting in the wings, no partner in crime to Caroline, there would be no cock this time around. Melissa suddenly found herself to be overly excited at that thought, that the vision before her would be her first taste of pussy. She accepted her fate, lowered her arms, exposed her full body to Juicy?s gaze and waited to be told what to do.?Kneel,? Juicy commanded, cocking her head to one side and placing her hands on her wonderfully curvaceous hips before turning her back to her.Melissa instantly complied and although nervous and a little scared found that she was excited by this dominant woman. She had decided that she wanted to experience everything that Juicy had to offer. Her breasts wobbled as her knees hit the ground, slightly apart.At a large set of drawers, on one side of the room, Juicy removed several articles out of Melissa?s eyesight and placed them on top of the unit. She turned to look at Melissa kneeling on the floor. The thought of her little submissive doing everything she was told to do, turned her on.?Crawl over to the end of the bed and grasp the feet, you little ? SLUT.? The last word came out louder and more forceful.Melissa crawled, and the thought of being called a slut turned her on even more. The rattling that she heard behind her was resolved when one of her hands was secured to the base of the bedposts using cuffs normally reserved for ankles. The other hand followed suit.?Stand up.?Melissa clearly couldn?t stand up while facing the bed with her hands cuffed to the base, but then worked out that she could lean forward over the bed with her big round bum pointing upwards, and her hands secured. She found herself in an awkward position with her head flat on the bed and her breasts squashed against the end.?Keep your eyes closed. I?m going to skip the spanking step,? Juicy informed Melissa.Melissa felt something smooth tickle her neck which extended to the rest of her spine as it trailed down her back and over the cheeks of her bottom. Her slightly open legs allowed the tickling to continue over her moist pussy. The sensation felt thrilling and satisfying.Melissa didn?t get a chance to notice the tingling sensations stop before the whip?s stinging tentacles scratched fiercely at her right bum cheek. Melissa moaned softly, her eyes closed and then the whip attacked the other cheek causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. Melissa enjoyed them at first, but that quickly changed as two more sharp strikes attacked both cheeks with increasing ferocity. Her bottom warmed though and the pain stung fiercely. A few strands of the whip wandered onto her pussy lips and nearly caused her legs to give way causing her to collapse on the floor, but she stood her ground like the good little slut she was. Her hands gripped the bed from underneath to provide much assistance for her balancing act and her eyes closed in anticipation. Four more strikes of the whip and her bum cheeks glowed red with the heat. All Melissa could feel was a sweet heat spreading across her buttocks.