Who is Master E?
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				Title: <strong>Who is Master E?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 03:04:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o247/rhymzangel01/clipinhairextensionsred.jpg)</div><br><em>I displeased my master once again. I wasn't where he had asked me to be, in fact I was minutes late due to homework. However, I must be punished for my actions. He gave me 25 lashes to my backside using a flogger. After he was satisfied I had learned my lesson and to be on time at all costs, he moved to tell me that I had lost out on a reward I was to be getting that night. He told me I had been such a good pet that he was going to let another man take control over me, if only for the night. <br><br>I was a little bummed that I had lost on my reward, but my face didn't show any of my feelings. My eyes were at his shoes as I whispered, "Yes master." <br><br>I could hear the smile in his voice as he told me, "For ruining such a good night and such a great photo shoot opportunity, I shall make you the prop tonight instead of the star."<br><br>That hurt the most as I always wanted to be the model everyone wanted. It was what I was in school for. Photography and arts.&nbsp; I was going to be a model and a photographer by the time I eventually got out of school. "Yes sir." I said, my voice remaining calm as I said it. <br><br>Over the next hour, he had me in various poses being the dominate in all the picture. But it was never the dominate that got the glory, not when they were covered head to toe in latex. No one would know who the dom was in this picture, they never were shown in my master's pictures. <br><br>As the photo shoot ended, he dismissed everyone but me and led me to his study. "Now, until we talk again, I don't want you coming, I don't even want you showing yourself pleasure." He paused for a few seconds and it made me wonder what else he was going to say. <br><br>He didn't say anything else as everything went in a darkness. He had blindfolded me and the distinct noise of a zipper falling was heard. I gulped a little, wondering what he was going to do to me. My questioned were answered as I felt myself pushed against a desk and bent over it. My skirt was pushed up. "Now You are not going to questioned me on what I am about to do, but it is about time I claimed you as mine for good."<br><br>I knew what he was talking about and I started to worry. The only hole he hadn't laid claim to was my asshole. All thoughts left my head as I suddenly felt his cock push into my ass. There was no lube, no warning and defiantly no preparations. But it was part of my punishments. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out in pain. One thing Master E doesn't like is noise of any sort. The tears started to fall down my cheeks as he picked up his speed and eventually started moaning beside me. <br><br>Within seconds, the pain had subsides a little and he had came in my ass. I felt the rush of his sperm inside my rectum and heard him say. "Mine!" I heard him whisper. The next second he had pulled out. But my ass was not left alone. He moved his fingers inside my ass, keeping his cum in me, I figured. The next second, I felt the fingers leave and something else enter my ass. This item was bigger then his dick, and fatter too. Bitting the inside of my lips, I tasted blood and almost didn't hear him say. "Now, get out of here and keep that in there until I summon you again." <br><br>I nodded my hips and pushed my skirt down before leaving his house and heading home. Luckily my roommate wasn't home. I knew I wouldn't be able to answer any questions if he had seen me. </em>&nbsp; <br><br>Kristi smiled as she hit post on her blog. Kristi was your average women with dark secrets. The women in the blog was her all the way, the desires, the dreams all of it. The only thing that wasn't right was that there was no Master E. And even though her writing were mere fantasies, she knew they were popular and always kept up on the comments she had gotten on her blog. At the age of 25, all of her readers actually believed what she had written under her secret name, Secret Slave. <br><br>Closing the site and then closing her laptop, she wandered out in the living room, wearing a simple robe and clearly no plug in her ass. She was looking for her best friend. Not seeing him, she said, "I am taking a shower." She rolled her eyes wondering what he was doing, if he was even there. <br><br>Going back into her room, she grabbed a small basket with her bathroom stuff before slipping into the bathroom. Closing the door but not even bothering on locking it, she started the shower. She knew her friend wouldn't come into the bathroom and knew she had at least 20 minutes to herself before her friend came to bother her. <br><br>Taking a thin dildo out of her basket, she laid it on the edge of the bathtub before getting in. The rest of her stuff wasn't really going to be needed as she wasn't really taking a shower to clean up but to release some sexual tension. <br><br>As her skin got used to the heat from the shower, she took the thick dildo and turned it on. The vibrations could be heard but not over the running water unless you had your ear to the door. Rubbing against her clit, she moaned and leaned against the wall. She kept it there until she came the first time. Then she slowy pushed into her dripping cunt and fucked herself on it. Though she didn't keep at it for long before she took it out. Propping her foot up on the edge of the tub, she pushed the 10 inch dildo into her ass in one shove, enticing a rather loud moan from her lips. She knew he would hear that if he had been listening. Fucking herself on the dildo, she turned it on to the highest control and with her free hand started to rub her clit. She came again within seconds and another moan slipped out, though she bite her lip to keep it quiet. <br><br>Happy and satisfied, she pulled the cock out of her ass and rinsed it under the water. Laying it down on the toilet, she cleaned herself up a little before getting out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around her body, she slipped the dildo in her basket and then went to her room. She didn't care if he saw her because it wasn't something he hadn't seen before. Well almost. <br><br>After getting dressed in short shorts and a revealing tank top, she went out to the couch and sat down, turning on to her series, House. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who is Master E?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 07:03:24</strong>
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				Beep....Beep....Beep, "Ugh," sliding around in the folds of the sheets and blankets, Austin's hand was on the hunt for his cell phone, the alert for his email waking him up from a lazy nap.&nbsp; Rolling onto his back, the phone is lifted in the darkened room, the email drawing a grin to his lips, his body flipping over to his side as he clicked the link.&nbsp; One of his favorite bloggers had posted an update and it was the perfect solution to the raging erection he had awoken to.<br><div class="floatright">(http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i54/starballer21/brycedraper.jpg)</div><br>Biting down on his bottom lip, Austin's free hand goes exploring into his boxers, stroking his cock from within as he hears the shower go on.&nbsp; On more than one occasion, Kristi had tormented his fantasies. Ever since they had fucked and then she showed zero interest in a repeat, all he could do now was sneak peaks and jerk off to thoughts about her. When he read the blog posts, he wanted to be Master E and sneak into the shower and show Kristi that he could be the man she had doubted ever since that one fatal night.&nbsp; The thoughts were futile though considering she was no porn star either from what he could remember.<br><br>Granted, they were a little drunk, Austin more so but Kristi wasn't exactly begging to be fucked in her ass.&nbsp; Unfortunately for both of them, he had taken the gentle approach the one time they were together, opting to be sweet and slow, which only lead him to pass out on top of her when he came in three minutes flat.&nbsp; As he stroked himself, he mixed his fantasies of Kristi in the shower with the blog post, not having any clue as to how close the two were related.&nbsp; <br><br>Luckily, he could be loud since she was distracted in the bathroom and when he finally released his load, tugging his cock out to explode on his stomach and chest, a loud grunt accompanied the spurts.&nbsp; Throwing his head back on the pillow, Austin tries to catch his breath as his fingers come together at the tip of his cock to pinch of the last bit of hot liquid.&nbsp; It took him a few minutes to recover, eventually rolling out of the bed and cleaning himself off before pulling on a pair of sweat pants and heading for the kitchen.&nbsp; <br><br>Breaking open a bag of pretzels, he hears the familiar voice of Dr. Gregory House and he coos from the other room, ducking down to peer at Kristi from under the cabinet, "Boyfriend on the TV?"&nbsp; With a number of pretzels in his mouth, he strolls over to the back of the couch, dropping one down the front of her shirt.&nbsp; That's what she gets for dressing like that, he thought to himself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who is Master E?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 07:38:48</strong>
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				She watched as he came out of his room and walked into their small kitchen. Smiling, she went back to her show, growing bored as it was already one she had seen. She chuckled and said, "You know you wish it was you." She grinned, knowing that she did fantasize about him often though she doubt it would ever work. He never made any comments or any signs that he liked the more extreme side of sex. <br><br>As she felt the pretzel hit her chest, she pulled it out and then rolled her head back to look up at him, giving him a perfect view of her average size breasts. Though with a C cup, she was still favored by all the men. She knew she was hot and had carried that air around her too. She grinned again and asked, "Like the view?" She simply smiled and turned back to the TV. <br><br>She patted the couch beside her. She didn't have to say anything as he would take the seat whether she offered or not. Her thoughts ran from her show to what she had done in the shower. She knew he would never go for it, never take that step to try it. Or so she thought, she didn't ever think that he could be one of her avid readers on her blog. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who is Master E?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 18:21:24</strong>
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				With Kristi's head tilted back and looking up at him, Austin had the sudden urge to force feed his cock into her mouth and his brain was too distracted with that idea to even acknowledge her taunting words. &nbsp;Flicking his eyes to the television, he groans and sinks down into the cushion next to her, picking up the remote and flipping through the guide for something better, "Listen, I have a question for you." &nbsp;It was delicate, not because it might damage their relationship to ask her about other women, it was just that he didn't want to admit the full truth to her. &nbsp;<br><br><br>"Would you ever meet anybody on the internet?" &nbsp;The channels continued to roll by as he spoke, "There is this girl online but I'm not sure how to ask to hang out, I get the feeling a lot of guys try to get her to meet them." &nbsp;There was no way he was going to spill that this person was a sex blogger and he simply wanted to meet to have a screw and nothing more. &nbsp;The hand that was free rested&nbsp;causally on his cock, a comfort grasp that seemed natural to him, though it did make him wonder how much longer he could go without some real sex, not just his hand. &nbsp;Kristi seemed to have plenty considering Austin could hear the sounds coming from her room if he woke in the night, though he rarely saw the guys the next morning. &nbsp;<br><br><br>Sometimes he thought to just ask her, like a favor, to get him off and if she ever gave him even the slightest&nbsp;opportunity&nbsp;to be suggestive he would take it<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 19:22:49</strong>
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				She could see the wheels turning in his head. It made her wonder what he was thinking about, but his question through her off. "Meet someone online?" She thought about it and then her blog. "If I had talked to that person for a while and felt like we had a connection I might meet him." She smiled at him and then asked, "So who is this female?" <br><br>She kept her eyes on him, the TV not as important as Austin. "What makes you think a lot of guys want to meet her? Is she some sort of celebrity or something?" She was a little confused and never thought that he might be talking about her and her blog.<br><br>Sure, she did get a lot of requests but she never accepted them because "Master E wouldn't let her." That was her excuse and most men understood and asked if she could ask him. Of course at that point she ignored the men. 
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				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 22:39:15</strong>
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				"Hmm," he realized then that there was no connection between him and this&nbsp;virtual&nbsp;girl considering he had never even left her a comment of appreciation, not that there weren't many vulgar remarks left after her posts. "It doesn't matter who she is really, just some girl from some internet dating site or something. &nbsp;I mean, it's thrilling listening to you in orgasmic bliss with those meat heads you bring home, but I'd like to get some action too."<br><br><br>"Why aren't you hooking me up with one of your friends? &nbsp;I thought that was one of the benefits of having a girl as a friend, either she hooked you up or," he brought his legs up, one heel resting on the top of her thigh as his foot pressed against the side of her breast, "Or you got you fuck them. &nbsp;You're slacking either way." On occasion he would pull her leg or tease her about wanting to fuck but he never seriously propositioned her. &nbsp;It would be much easier if she just stumbled into the wrong room one night and could advantage of her drunken state, do the things he had dream of and not have her remember any of it the next morning. &nbsp;He figured she didn't want to be called a slut and smacked around, so how else could he go about doing those things?<br><br><br>Austin was just feeling exceptionally horny that night and Kristi was the only girl in sight. Shit, she was the only other person in sight inside their small apartment and if she didn't shut him down quick, he was probably going to just flat out ask for something, anything she was willing to give.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:02:39</strong>
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				She looked down towards the floor and then back up to him. "If this girl means something to you, maybe you should do something about it." She grinned and shook her head. "You know I don't bring people home. Hell, you guys would never be able to handle my tastes." She grinned and closed her eyes. <br><br>Rolling her eyes, she moved his leg back to her lap. "You know none of my friends would date you." She smirked and added, "Plus you just don't do it for me. Sorry." She always said the same thing to him, yet never went into much detail as usual. <br><br>She never really shot him down, never really told him no. But her choice of words told him that he was far to vanilla the last time they did have sex. "You never wondered why you didn't get me to come that night we had sex?" She chuckled and stood up to go to the kitchen. Grabbing a soda, she leaned against the counter, watching her friend.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 23:40:27</strong>
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				Austin fake stabbed his chest every time she threw a little insult his way, was he really that undesirable? &nbsp;Hooking an arm over the back of the couch, he rests his chin on the edge and looks across the room at her, "First of all, you need to erase that&nbsp;horrendous&nbsp;night from your memory. &nbsp;I must have drank all of the tequila in Mexico, so that would be why I didn't make you come." &nbsp;Sinking back down into the couch, out of her view, he drags a pillow to his chest and holds onto it, "Whatever, just don't go telling people I'm some two-pump chump because you actually have no idea." &nbsp;<br><br><br>What the hell was she even talking about when she said he couldn't handle her? &nbsp;Either she wasn't disclosing that she was into some kinky shit or she had an inflated ego. &nbsp;Austin was getting a little ticked off, even though she couldn't be blamed, the brunt of his&nbsp;frustration&nbsp;was being unleashed on her. &nbsp;He had made up his mind that tomorrow he was going to go out, find somebody that didn't make him spit up upon first glance and bring her home to fuck, mostly with the intention of proving Kristi wrong about his capabilities.<br><br><br>Rolling to his feet, the pillow is tossed down on the couch as he moves towards his room, one last remark shot to her over his shoulder, "You weren't a rockstar either, you know." &nbsp;The door to his bedroom was closed behind him as he fell into his bed, tugging his laptop out to re-read the latest post, this time deciding to leave a comment.<br><br><br>Diablo 33: when are you going to show us a picture?<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 00:00:12</strong>
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				She chuckled and shook her head as he walked off to his room. "I shall always remember that night, because I had hoped it would be better." She said it more matter of fact then assumption. It was possible he was good in bed, if he had found a women who liked vanilla sex. <br><br>She looked up towards his room and chuckled again. If only he knew how many men really wanted her, he wouldn't be mocking her in such a teasing manner. Heading to her room, she grabbed her laptop and brought it out to the living room to take a seat. Opening it up, she linked to her site and checked her messages. <br><br>She had a few comments, some asking why her master was so mean, some asking for a date and other were the usual. One caught her attention. Would she ever show a picture? No. But they didn't know that. She smiled and shook her head, looking up at the TV for a few minutes. After she figured out what to say, she looked back at her computer and posted a comment to those on her recent blog post. <br><br><em>I am not allowed to post a picture of myself. I am sorry. I also was not given permission to meet anyone and especially pleasure any of you guys. Again I am sorry.</em><br><br>She had said the same thing each time after a post, but it never seemed to get through with the guys. Sam comments each day, same comments and requests each post. 
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				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 06:35:52</strong>
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				It was some ridiculous hour for him to being going to bed and he didn't even intend on falling asleep at all but by the time Austin woke up again it was after two in the morning.&nbsp; With a big yawn, he gets up, stomach growling as he needs to get something in his stomach, the pretzels a shitty dinner.&nbsp; The apartment was quiet and dark, Kristi must have been in bed by this hour; she never did turn up in his room like he had fantasized.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling open the fridge, the bright light shines on his face and bare torso as his hand reaches right for the pizza, stacking two slices on top of each other, taking a bite out of both slices at once.&nbsp; Shutting the fridge, he heads for the couch, stretching his long legs across one arm as he leans against the other and flips the TV on, lowering the volume.&nbsp; Austin figured by the time he found something other than an infomercial, the pizza would be gone and he'd pass out again.&nbsp; <br><br>Making his way through the crust, the TV had little to offer other than various workout gimmicks.&nbsp; Pushing the last bite in with his finger, Austin lifts Kristi laptop and flips it open.&nbsp; As the light of the screen buzzes on, he clicks the internet browser and it opens the minimized screen.&nbsp; At first, he wasn't sure if he was confusing himself, if he had typed in the URL to the blog but he realized that he wasn't even intending to go there, he just wanted to check his email.&nbsp; "What the fuck..." he whispered and flicked his eyes to her closed door like she might come out.&nbsp; <br><br>Did she read this blog too?&nbsp; His eyes scanned the blog and then he noticed that it looked different from when he visited, there were options to edit and the user name was the writer's.&nbsp; Once he was positive he wasn't completely insane, he shut the laptop quickly and put it away like it was diseased.&nbsp; How in the world did she live this double life and he had no clue whatsoever and who the fuck was Master E?&nbsp; <br><br>Austin must have laid there on the couch for an hour, trying to make sense of everything, not understanding how any of this could have gone on with him not noticing.&nbsp; What if she knew he was a reader?&nbsp; He fell asleep on the couch, the TV buzzing, and his last thoughts about how he was going to track this shit from now on, time her posts with her whereabouts.
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