Lil One - 4 - Sex Stories

Lil One - 4

... after a scene. I wish that I could stay with him. I am beginning to realize that my Master is cruel to me. I want to say something to Sir, but I don’t know how. I’m afraid that he will get mad at me for trying to split them and he will send me back. He always greets me with his smile and offers me insights into myself. I know our weekend is almost up. We talked about yesterday, and today. When we’re finished talking and eating lunch, I clean up and put things away. After lunch, Sir calls me over to the truck. He has a gift for me. It is a long leather strip with the shells I collected for him yesterday with the holes in them. He has arranged them every few inches and secured them to the leather strip. Its kind of a necklace but it is made to go around my waist, like a belly chain. I thank him for his gift and I tell him I will treasure it always. It looks good on me. The shells circle around my belly and hang down from the leather. I start to cry and ask if I can walking on the beach. He says we could go for a walk, but I really want to go by myself to cry. He takes my hand and we start walking down the beach. It is so beautiful. The birds are flying about and searching for food. There is a soft breeze from off the water. The waves gently lick the shore. I am still crying but trying to hide it. When he turns to ask me about how I slept, he notices my tears. He asks me why I am crying and I tell him that its about his gift. I lie. I know I shouldn’t but I am afraid to tell ...

... him the truth. That I am afraid of my Master. He holds my hand and tells me that his gift is nothing, just a small token for my working really hard to become a pain slut for my Master. When he mentions this I cry even more. He must know something is wrong because he stops and turns towards me. He takes my face in his hands, looking straight into my eyes. He tells me that I need to let him know what’s wrong. I can’t keep my eye contact. His finger lifts my chin and f***es me to look into his eyes. I hesitate and take a big breath and blow it out. I tell him that I’m afraid of my Master. That he is cruel to me sometimes. He asks how he is cruel to me. I tell him that Master keeps me a gage alone for hours and sometimes days without food or water. That he lets other men beat me and use me in exchange for money. When I have done something to offend him, he beats me even more. Sir sits down on the sand and pulls me into his lap. He holds me tight and I really start to cry now. He runs his fingers through my hair. I wrap my arms around his strong neck. The tears streaming down my face. He just holds me while I purge my soul with my tears. When I’m done, he lifts my face to his and asks me if I trust him. I nod. He asks again and tells me to use my words, that he needs to hear me say the words. I tell tell him I trust him with all my heart, body and soul. I do, that is no lie. Sir tells me that he will make this right. He will talk to my Master and everything will be right. I bury my ...