I met her at a SCA medieval event in New Hampshire, the Barony of Stonemarch to those at the Event. She introduced herself by interrupting a conversation with a member of the group I was with. Victoria was one of those women who took some pleasure in intimidating the men around her. When our eyes met I held her stare, drawing a silent line and telling her not to cross it. She was representative of a classic Ice Princess, used to doing what she wanted, when she wanted. I was the first person in a long time to stand firm with her. It was at this event that we began our encounter.

Keys clicked in the lock as she entered her apartment. It was five o'clock, and I'd been waiting for forty minutes. She knew she was not to keep me waiting ... I wondered if it was deliberate. I looked up from my drink; even in her blue tweed business suit and leather briefcase she was almost stunning. Her dark hair was up in a bun, giving her an aristocratic look of a bitch goddess. I have seen her reduce macho men to babbling idiots.

"You're late," I said in a even tone. Victoria walked over to me. She moved like a sensual cat; she was in heat, I could tell. Taking a slow sip of my Kahlua & Creme, I examined her body inch by inch from her black 3" heels all the way up to her open suit jacket and blouse.

Without a word I uncrossed my legs. Victoria stepped between them and knelt. Reaching up behind her head she undid her hair. In one soft movement it cascaded down to her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Master," she said softly. Her head was bent, eyes lowered. "I had a client who needed extra hand holding. I couldn't get away." I was wrong, it wasn't deliberate, as her Master I knew how hard she worked. "Stand." It wasn't a request.

She stood before me, all five feet two of her stacked compact body. Slowly I ran my hand up the insides of her thigh. Her stockings were almost smooth to the touch. My hand hit flesh. Looking up at her, my face was passive. I would not show her I was pleased, yet. Teasingly I stroked her inner thigh. Slightly, Victoria's breathing changed; I could sense she was waiting for me to continue up.

Sharply she inhaled, surprised by my sudden movement. It was beautiful, the heat, the wetness, the soft folds of her swollen lips. I was right, my pussy was in heat. And from the dried juices on her inner thighs, she'd been this way since I called her before lunch today.

Victoria could be so demure at times. I liked cracking that shell, destroying her aloofness. As I stroked she began to grind ever so slightly on my fingers. I smiled; she'd pleased me. "Is my Master pleased?" she gasped. No longer was there an aloof pretense. It was then I jammed two fingers full into her body. She cried out, head back, eyes unfocused at the ceiling. "Yes ... Yes, my slut, I am pleased." There was another cry of pleasure.

"Please ... may I? I've been good; I haven't touched myself all day." She was begging for release.

"No, not yet. Remove your blouse, bra and skirt. Quickly." Victoria did as she was bid. "Kneel ... and unzip my pants." I didn't have to tell her what to do. She looked up at me for silent permission. I nodded my head yes and in the next instant she dove between my legs.

By the way she engulfed me I could tell she was hungry, very hungry. Her pink lips wrapped themselves around my ebony shaft, Victoria's head bobbing up and down. For those who never dared, it is an erotic contrast. Pink lips wrapped around a brown shaft, tasting what is sweet and for many, forbidden. As Victoria had often said to me, "every woman should try it, at least once or twice." I let her feast for about fifteen minutes; by then my drink was dry and it was time to move on. Gently, I pushed her away. I so much wanted to feed her, shooting my cum into Victoria's mouth so she might savor it. Instead I placed a wide leather collar around her neck. Attached was a leash; with a tug she came to her feet and was led to her bedroom.

Her bed was a solid brass four poster. Only at the head was there cross bar work; at the foot it lay open. Attached to the posts were the gold colored link chains. A small sound of joy escaped her throat as she walked into the bedroom. Months before she had confided complete submission was her strongest secret need.

"Stand still ... eyes front."

Taking her wrists I placed them in padded leather restrains. She trembled; the excitement for her was building. It was then that she tried to look backwards to gaze upon her bonds.

"I told you eyes front!"

Her head snapped back. Eyes forward, head lowered again.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"You disobeyed me love, you know you'll have to be punished."

"Yes, Master."

I felt her begin to surrender when I placed the blindfold over her eyes. At that moment her chest heaved, and Victoria half cried, half sighed. Sitting on the bed I examined her once again. She was a picture, standing in the setting sun, her white skin in contrast to her black heels, stockings and garter. Victoria's hands were secure behind her back, causing her 32C chest to jut out. Her breasts were high, the type which defied gravity. Unlike most women her size, they had nipples. Big beautiful brown ones, which stood out like "Twin Peaks," only more successful than the TV show. These would not be cancelled. The blindfold added to the sense of vulnerability, for now there was only sound and touch.

I ordered her to kneel over the foot of the bed as I hooked her leash to the bedpost. Stepping over to her dresser I brought forth her wooden paddle and butt plug.

The sound a wooden paddle makes is very distinctive when directed against a disobedient bottom. I drew back for another stroke and let it fly, this time against her other crimson cheek. Once again there was a small cry, immediately followed by the squirming of her hips against the edge of the bed. She was very, very hot now. Her body was bent over and resting on the bed, her knees on the floor, legs spread wide. Between her reddened cheeks her vibrating butt plug buzzed away as she received each stroke. Unlike some of the other women I knew who liked bondage and domination games, Victoria had a strong masochistic streak which I occasionally indulged.

"Master ... please punish my worthless ass." She began to beg; all the while her hips squirmed, wiggling her bottom in the most enticing way. I sighed loudly, "I don't know if I feel like it," I said whimsically. "Oh please, please spank me; I've been very bad making my Master wait." Her hip gyration became more urgent with pent up frustration. Watching her do her dance of lust was exciting as my cock stood tall behind my zipper.

Without warning I began a series of swats across her bottom. Victoria cried out in part surprise, but mostly lust. She danced her hips up to meet my strokes as she cried out: "Yes ... harder ... hurt me Master ... punish me." Victoria was working herself up to a major orgasm. She was one of the few submissives who could actually cum from being bound and spanked. But this time I would not let her go all the way, not yet, at least.

As suddenly as I started, I abruptly stopped. After a moment she whimpered in frustration. Grabbing her leash off of the bed post I pulled on it and ordered her to her feet.

"Get on the bed now in the center, head toward the top."

She climbed up as she was commanded. Reaching behind her I unclasped her wrist cuffs from each other. "Lay down on your back." Victoria was steaming with intense passion; she knew the only way now to get relief was to be quick and obedient. She was on her back in a flash, eager with anticipation. Quickly I hooked her cuffs on to the gold chains from each post. Then placing her ankles in ankle cuffs, they too were secured, not below but above her head. Victoria was on her back, legs lifted into the air and held there by the chains from the top of the bedposts directly to her ankle cuffs. The bend in the knees of her widely chained open legs made viewing her frenzied womanhood all the more stimulating. A single clear strand of liquid ran down between her pussy lips, around her filled anus to a widening wet spot on her light blue bedspread.

"Playtime was over," I thought, "it was time to get serious," as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang free from its prison and pointed north. Following my compass needle, I climbed up the bed between her legs. Taking the head of my cock, I rubbed it up the center of her lips. Instantly, it came away coated in her thick slick juice. Victoria whimpered, her hips moving as best they could. It was her nonverbal way of asking for it.

Fisting my modest manhood, I dove in with a slow powerful stroke. A guttural groan uttered forth from her lips as I sank into her body. Through the thin membrane separating her vagina and anus I could feel her butt plug still buzzing away on its lowest setting. Overall, it made her pussy very tight, with a vibrating sensation. After a moment to savor the warm wet grip, I began to fuck her.

Once in a great while she liked slow sensual love making. But today was not one of those days. Her need was to be taken, possessed, and used for pleasure. Lifting my body up, supporting most of my weight with my arms, I stroked her hard and deep. Soon, I found my fast rhythm and let loose.

Her cries were loud and very obscene. Between orgasmic screams she pleaded with me to take her, not to stop, to make her mine. The combination of my frenzied thrusting in one hole and the plug filling the other was driving her insane. I continued my frenzied pace for at least twenty minutes. Victoria's body was racked with orgasm after orgasm until suddenly her eyes crossed, her back arched, and her body tensed as she came violently. It was like riding a wild mare on an open plain. Even though she was bound by chains, I found myself having to hold on.

Victoria, over the months I had come to know her, had developed into a violent cummer. Her final orgasm had started the beginnings of my own. Reaching down I quickly but carefully removed the butt plug from her behind. Then with a single easy stroke I buried myself into her ass and pumped it for all I was worth.

"Ooh yes... fuck it Master," she whispered.

I could feel my orgasm rising up from the depths. My cock slid in and out of her ass fast and hard. I pumped her on and on until fifteen minutes later I could no longer hold back. For one brief moment in time I felt like a cannon as I shot my cum deep into her ass. "Oooo," she cooed as she felt my hot spray coat her anal depths.

Later ... Victoria sat nude at my feet, her head on my thigh. One hand held my glass of wine, the other stroked her long dark tresses. Night had fallen as I stared out a window at the nearby lake. Out of the darkness of the room her soft voice floated up to me.

"Thank you, Master."

I looked down; the reflected moonlight from the lake allowed me to barely see her outline.

"You're welcome, my pet."

The full moon moved high into the sky ... and the night passed on.