[F4M] Whip Me, Master [Script Offer] [Fsub] [Slavegirl] [First Night at Master's Home] [Recently Purchased Pleasure-Kitten] [Whipping] [Marks of Ownership] [Begging] dubcon [Rape] [Fucked with the Handle of a Whip] [Orgasm] [Blowjob]

script by /u/ravishagirl

*We hear gentle, exotic music. Possibly (optionally) the quiet, gentle trickle of fountain water.*

*the audio opens with the soft, rapid breathing of the slavegirl, both aroused and frightened*

Here, I stand naked for you, Master, in your pleasure garden. My breasts and thighs kissed by the night air. My wrists still chained behind me. Your collar clasping my neck, as firmly as the grip of your hand. *whimpers* It's locked on me, Master. Locked. You've bought me. You own me. I belong to you. I am ... *swallows* ... so glad. If you ... if you hadn't bought me ... *frightened* ... I ... I tremble thinking of what might have happened to me. Girls who aren't sold get used as bait in the forest at night. *a scared little sound*

But you've bought me. And taken me home. I'm yours. What do you wish of me, Master? How may your slavegirl give you pleasure?

You want me to ... look around at your garden? At ... at my new home? *quivers*

Yes, Master. Your pleasure garden is lovely in the moonlight, Master. I hear the music of instruments ... and the music of water, but I don't see any fountains, Master. You ... want me to look more closely at the pools? *gasps* Oh. *blushing hotly, flustered* I see. The water trickles from between the thighs of those marble nymphs. Goddesses sculpted and curved with their breasts full and their thighs open. They stand naked in the pools, cupping their stone breasts in their hands. One of them has a hand reaching out to beckon your guests near.

And beyond, I see my Master's guests reclining beneath blossoming trees, and my Master's other pleasure-slaves dancing on the grass. Dancing naked and graceful by moonlight to entertain your guests, each of them a sensual delight. Is that what you wish of me, Master? Am I to be one of your dancing slaves tonight? *softly* Am I to dance naked for you, Master? Will I tease your guests with the sway of my breasts? With a glimpse of my naked cunt as I spin and pivot? Will you arouse me first, so that my warm honey drips down my thighs as I dance?

*quivers* Will my Master's guests be permitted to touch me? Caress me? Taste me? Or ... am I reserved for your touch only, Master?

Is that what you want, Master?

*breathing faster* I'm not dancing tonight? That ... that isn't why you bought me? That isn't what you decided when you sampled the pleasures of my body at the slave pavilion? When you fingered me? When you thrust your magnificent hard cock in my mouth and gave me my first hot, sticky meal as your slavegirl?

*frightened but desperate to please* What did you decide, Master? What will you do with me? What pleasures may I provide you, Master?

Your private ... bed-slave? *quivery* To wake my Master in the morning with my soft warm little mouth? To massage your shoulders and back and hips ... and cock ... with warm, scented oils? To dress my Master, placing a loving kiss on each part of your body before arranging your garments? And then, while Master is at the market, I am to be bathed in milk, my skin made so soft, my nipples ... *gasps* ... pierced, so that Master may string silver jewelry from my nipples. Protecting me from werewolves ... and displaying my breasts beautifully for my Master's pleasure. I am to be prepared all day for Master's return. The hair between my thighs trimmed and perfume dripped on my soft petals. And then I am to kneel by Master's bed, waiting for his pleasure, my arms chained delicately behind me, as they are now, my head lifted, my lips parted, my mouth open and soft and ready for my Master's cock. *trembling* Yes, Master. I will give you such pleasure, Master. I will be your oasis and your voluptuous slavegirl, Master, each evening, when your business is finished and you desire pleasure.

The night is late. Does you want me in your bed now, Master? To please and delight you?

No? ... There is ... something you wish to do with me first? Here, in your garden?

Yes, Master. Whatever you wish, Master.

*clinking of chains*

*hopeful* Are you unchaining my wrists, Master? I ... I promise I won't ... I won't try to escape you. Here, in your walled villa, I am ... safe. Protected. Yours. Outside, anything might happen to me. I might be seized and sold as a pleasure-toy for the men in the mines, to be fondled and groped and fucked by dozens of rough men in the dark beneath the earth. *whimpers* I might be grabbed while hiding in an alley, a hood pulled over my head, thrown over a slaver's shoulder and carried to be sold as a tavern girl, to give men pleasure with my mouth while they drink their ale and beer, a new man in my mouth every hour. *whimpers* Or I might be sold to the hunters, to be wolf-bait, to help them capture feral, brutal werewolves who scream and howl at the moon. Who run miles under the trees tracking the scent of a woman, lusting to grab her by her neck, throw her to her belly on the mossy ground, and violate her ... and fuck her and tear at her small, vulnerable body with their claws and teeth. All while the hunters form a trap, a circle around the beast and the slavegirl he is ripping apart. *a frightened almost-sob* That might have happened to me, if you hadn't bought me.

I don't want to escape, Master. I want to be here, my body naked and oiled and adorned with slave jewelry for your pleasure. I will do anything to please you. To excite you.

Do I excite you, Master? Do I please you, standing naked in your garden, my breasts lifting ... and falling ... as I breathe? *she breathes slowly for a moment, inviting the listener to imagine her breasts*

With my hands unchained, I can ... cup my breasts. I can lift them ... *moans* ... I can entice my Master. See my soft, feminine hands holding my breasts, so much smaller than your hands, Master. I can caress and tease my nipples ... *moans* ... for you, Master. *moans* I can pinch ... *a sweet little gasping cry* ... for you, Master ...

Do I ... delight you, Master?

Do you want to take me?

Oh! You've taken hold of me! Ah! You're pressing me back against one of the marble nymphs. Her stone skin is cool against my shoulders and ass. *a slow inhale* I can feel the swell of her breasts against my back. Lift my hands, Master? Yes, Master.

*clinking of chains*

Yes, Master, you may chain me the way you wish. I won't resist you, Master. *a soft little quivery moan* Her marble arms are extended above her head, her wrists crossed, and you're lifted my arms above my head, crossing my wrists crossed and chaining my wrists to hers. So that she holds me, my warm soft flesh against cool, hard, naked stone. My arms high, my breasts lifted. Only the sweet kiss of my thighs pressed together conceals my naked, wet cunt from my Master's guests and his dancing slaves, if they should glance at us ...

*nervous little sounds*

Yes, Master, I'm closing my eyes. I can hear the music for the dancing girls. The water dripping from the cunt of this marble nymph you've chained me to. I can hear stepping close.

*inhales*

*quivery and so aroused* I can smell you ... hot and sweaty and male. My Master.

May I open my eyes, Master?  *whispers* Thank you, Master.

Oh! You've taken a fistful of my hair and forced my head back ... your gaze burns with such HEAT, like I've lit a forest fire in your loins, Master - mmmphhhh

*he kisses her, roughly and loudly and long, and she whimpers sweetly into his kiss*

*panting softly*

*softly* The way you kiss me makes me drip down my thighs for you, Master.

*softly* You ... own me.

*frightened* What is that in your hand, Master? Its touch on my nipple ... *moans* ... like worn leather, smoothed and warmed from your hand. *whimpers* How you tease and circle my nipple ... *moans* ... how you trail it down my belly ... *a gasping little cry* ... teasing open my thighs ... yes, Master, I will open my legs for you wish, if you wish. I know if I hesitate, you will smack my little clit with your hand ...

*SMACK!!!*

*she screams*

Like that, yes, Master.

*SMACK!!!* *screams*

*SMACK!!* *screams*

*little gasps* My thighs are spread wide for you, Master, my cunt naked and hot to your touch... Whatever you h-h-have in your h-hand, how you nudge my tight entrance with it. Will ... will you be gentle wiht me, Master? Please, Master. Please. Do you feel my warm honey dripping onto your fingers, Master? I am here for your pleasure, Mast-MMMPHHHHH

*he interrupts her with another rough, passionate kiss. We hear her whimpers muffled by his mouth as he teases her wet folds and entrance.*

*gasping for breath after the long kiss*

You've ... released my hair and stepped back. *a sudden, terrified whimper* And I - I can see what you have in your hand. What you were teasing me with. What you ... what you are going to use on me. Master. Master. You ... *quivers* ... you don't need to whip me, Master. I will obey you completely, perfect and pleasing, without hesitation or delay. I ... I will be SUCH a good slavegirl. I will do anything, surrender anything. You don't need to kiss my body with your whip, Master. Please.

*whimpering* I'm squirming a little against the marble nymph who holds me. I ... I can't help it. I'm ... I'm frightened. That whip is long and when you crack it in the air ... it will hurt me, Master! Please don't whip me.

*trembling* You ... you're going to teach me who I belong to? You want every cell in my body to know who I belong to?

Master ... Master, out here ... in your garden ... all your guests, your dancing-slaves, they will all see me dance at the whip's touch, they'll all hear my screams! I have been displayed in a slave tent, fondled, my mouth filled with a cock ... but I have never been whipped, Master. The screams you'll force from my lips ... I will be so naked. So NAKED.

They'll HEAR. Please. Master, I beg you.

*CRACK!!!!*

*a shrill scream*

*soft little sob* M-Master, your whip's fire across my tits!

*CRACK!!!!*

*squeals*

My thighs! *panting* My thighs!

*whimpers*

Yes, yes, I understand, Master. I will submit to you. I will cry out my surrender, loudly, so that everyone in your garden can hear, ... at each crack of your whip.

*whimpers* Yes, Master.

*CRACK!!!*

I'm yours, Master!

*CRACK!!!*

I'm yours, Master!

*CRACK!!!*

*frantic* Master, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm y-

*CRACK!!!*

I'm yours, Master!

*CRACK!!!*

I'm your slavegirl!

*CRACK!!!*

Your pleasure-slut!

*CRACK!!!*

Your kitten!

*CRACK!!!*

Yes, Master! Your slut! Your SLUT!

*CRACK!!!*

*sobs* You own me, Master!

*CRACK!!!*

*squeals*

*tearful and aroused and trembling* You own my tight, young cunt. My warm, wet little mouth. My breasts that are heaving for you right now. *breathing hard* My thighs that burrrn when you lash them. My every breath. My every scream.

*sobs* I'm yours, Master.

*frightened gasps* You're ... you're going to whip my cunt?

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't mean to press my thighs together again. I'm ... I'm scared. Master ...

*CRACK!!!!!!*

*shrieks*

*breathless, talking fast* Yes, Master, I'll open my legs, I'll open my legs, I'll open my legs ...

My skin burns where you've struck me, Master! My thighs are open for you, Master. And wet. And my cunt is exposed ... bared ... to each caress of the night air. My soaked, swollen folds naked and hot and available to each kiss of your whip.

*a whimper*

*CRACK!!!!*

*an anguished, moaning cry*

Masterrrr!

*quivery, sobbing, moaning breaths*

*CRACK!!!*

*she shrieks*

*CRACK!!!!*

*a wild, high-pitched moan*

*sobbing softly*

*tearful, aroused* How you press my body between yours and the marble nymph ... you're so strong. I am captured, helplessly yours. Your hand cupping my chin, lifting my eyes to you. Your eyes deep as the sea at midnight. Dark as the ocean the slavers took me across, to sell me to you. To sell me to my Master.

Master, you whipped me. *whimpers* You whipped me.

*quivers* I will always be SO pleasing, Master. I will be so good for you.

*whispers* You own me.

These welts forming in my skin ... My body will be marked by my owner for a week.

*a rough passionate kiss, muffling her tearful little whimpers*

*softly* The dancers in the garden have stopped? They're ... *swallows* ... they're all watching us? I ... I submit to you, Master. Even if the whole world watches. Only your eyes matter to me. Your eyes that smolder in the dark.

My body burns for you, Master.

The stone girl you've chained me to is cool against my skin, her breasts and thighs are cold, but mine burn like molten flame. I drip down my legs. I am your melted, soaked little slavegirl. Please, Master. Please take me.

Please ... fuck me.

*whispers* Take what's already yours.

*breathing softly*

*whispers* Master ...

*a wild cry*

Ahhh! Master, y-y-you've thrust the handle of your whip INSIDE me!

*he starts fucking her with the whip handle ... we hear her wild, abandoned cries*

Masterr! *quivering* Masterrr! I ... I am so ... so aroused by ... by the whipping ... I ... I ... every touch is fire! I can't ... I can't take it! Master, please, be gentle! Master! Please!

*wild, desperate moans*

Ohhh! That whip handle ... it's so LONG ... it's so DEEP in me ... So WARM from my Master's hand ... as you fuck me with it.

*improv her frantic moans as he fucks her with the whip*

*after a few moments* Yes, Master, yes, fuck me with the whip, Master! Fuck me with your whip!

Master! Master! I ... I can't ... *panting* I ... I ... I ... I'm going to yield, I'm going to cum! Master, Master, Master, I'm clenching down on that whip in my cunt, please, please, let me cum, let me cum, PLEASE Master let me cum, please may I cum, please! Master!

*screams* YES! Yes! Master! Feel my hips buck against your hand! Master, make me cum! Make me CUM!

*her passionate cries as she orgasms*

*panting afterward*

*almost sobbing from the intensity of it*

*quivery* The whip ... and your hand ... are covered in my warm honey.

*reverently* Master gave me pleasure. You gave me pleasure, Master. Here, in your garden, under the bright moon, chained to a marble pleasure-nymph, while your guests watched me writhe naked on your whip.

*whispers* I'm yours, Master.

*a low moan* Ohhhh ... you've pulled the handle out of me ... I ... I feel so empty with it gone.

*breathless* You're holding it near my eyes. Master, it's ... dripping with me.

Yes, Master. Yes, I'll kiss the whip. *blushing* Whatever Master fucks me with deserves my worship and my gratitude. Press the whip to my lips, Master.

*kissing ... small, gentle kisses*

*a little whimper* Yes, Master. I'll lick ... *licking* ... the whip ... *licking* ... with my warm, wet little tongue. *licking*  Just like I would lick ... *licking* ... your thick ... *licking* ... hard ... *licking* ... cock ... *licking*

*draws a quivery breath* You're teasing my lower lip with it. Do ... do you want it in my mouth, Master? Do you want the handle of your whip in my mouth?

*she whimpers and takes it in her mouth*

*improv a slow, sensual blowjob for that whip handle*

*after a few moments* I'm yours, Master. *sucking gently* You beat me with this whip. *sucking* You ... fucked ... me with this whip. *sucking* You own me, Master.

*sucking for another few moments*

*he takes it from her mouth, to a little whimper of protest from her*

*moans* Your hands are warm on my tits, Master. My nipples are so hard...

Caress me, Master. Fondle me, Master...

*moaning as he does*

I'm flushed ... and slick with sweat ... and chained naked to this nymph in the moonlight. Your guests are going in to sleep, though the dancing girls are still watching me quiver for you ... Ohhhhh ... Yes, I'm lifting my hips, Master, craving your touch. I need your touch. I need your mouth on my breasts ...

*cries out*

Like that ...

*shrieks* Y-you bit my nipple! You bit me!

Master!

*another shriek as he bites her again*

*panting* You may do whatever you want with me, and I will take it, Master. I will take it like a good slavegirl.

In my village, the other girls and I daydreamed about being kissed by a man. But ... we never imagined ... I never imagined being so naked ... so helpless and chained ... so wet. *quivery* Do I please you, Master?

*soft little sounds as he touches her*

The night is getting chill. Will you keep me hot, Master? Will you take me inside to your bedchamber? Do you ... do you want to fuck me, Master? *whispers* Do you want to put your cock in me?

*moans* Do you want me to squeeze and ripple around your hard cock?

May I give you pleasure, Master?

*grateful* Yes, Master, YES, kiss me ... mmmphh

*a slow, sensual kiss*

*her voice soft and needing* Take me inside, Master. Please Master, take me to your bed.

Take me to your bed and fuck me.

*the audio ends*