Isabel II - RavageMoi

Wednesday, January 5, 2023, 1:02PM.

Lunch went by quickly. Isabel and Master O discussed his request to do one more additional photo and video shoot before she had to leave again. He had a very specific request that would not be very physically demanding for Isabel and while she was a little apprehensive at first, she did let him finish explaining his proposal and eventually agreed to it, mostly because he had been instrumental in bringing her fantasy to life and had taken good care of her so far. Or maybe it was the Moscatel.

The two of them consumed two bottles alongside their light salads. Isabel didn’t really like wine, or any kind of alcohol for that matter, but this one tasted super sweet and made her feel a little better. Master O was delighted that she agreed and couldn’t wait to take her to his little studio. They had to move pretty quickly. He had agreed that he would drive her to the train station for her trip back home at three o’clock.

He had given her the special little outfit that they had discussed and she had put it on for him before he wrapped her bruised and swollen, still bleeding breasts with a fresh layer of bandages. It looked exactly as he had expected.

Isabel looked completely delicious in black latex elbow gloves and matching thigh high boots. That was it. She was completely naked otherwise, except for the bandages wrapped completely around her upper torso. They covered her breasts with a few tight layers, but a little redness from the blood from her wounds was already coming through both at the top and at the bottom. The bandages put a little too much pressure on the wounds. It did not matter for the little video. If anything, Master O found it arousing. He had requested that she wear no makeup at all and that her hair be put in a pony tail. It had made Isabel slightly insecure to wear no makeup at all, but Master O had insisted.

“You look amazing, just a like an angel,” he said after inspecting her face and hair. “Let’s go.”

Isabel slowly followed him through the wide garden to a small building in the middle of the plot. She was cold in her skimpy outfit and hastened her pace as much as she could in the condition she was in. What seemed like a nondescript garden shed from the outside, turned out to be something completely different.

Once inside, Master O shoved a table to the side and pressed a hidden button next to what appeared to be a simple wooden panel on the back wall. A faint click signaled that a lock had been opened and he pushed one part of the wall back, revealing a little alcove and a small stairwell that led down into the ground.

Isabel felt like she had just walked into some kind of spy movie. This was completely unexpected. She slowly followed Master O down the stairs and into a wide hallway that ran under the little shack they had just entered and further back under the garden.

Master O wanted to give the girl a quick tour of his facility. Just enough to plant a seed in her mind, possibly.

“My little studio is at the end there,” he said, gesturing to the far end of the hallway. “But maybe you would like to see some of the other play rooms here as well?”

Isabel was curious. She was intimately familiar with her own master’s house and play spaces that were still under construction. This compound seemed to be far further along than that.

Master O quickly toured her around the place, which included three large rooms that looked like they were very lavishly decorated and very well stocked. They each seemed to have their own theme and color, one being red, the other black, and the third completely decked out in stainless steel, but the decor was far from modern. These spaces looked like they were several decades old, but had been maintained well.

Isabel quickly forgot the details of what Master O told her, she was completely overwhelmed by the impressive play rooms that were constructed here, filled to the brim with furniture, toys and instruments that looked both interesting and terrifying. The last stop before the photo studio was a room that looked like a small underground apartment, complete with a bed (and what looked like an animal cage under it), a kitchenette and a bathroom.

Master O opened the door and switched on the lights, but they did not enter. Instead, they went one door further into the spacious studio room, which was fitted with lighting rigs and mounted cameras as well as some kind of control booth to the side featuring a laptop and two mounted monitor screens. This all made a deep impression on Isabel, who had never seen such a thing.

Apparently, everything had already been set up. Master O had hoped, in his mind even manifested, that Isabel would agree to his proposal and he had spent the better part of the previous night preparing for this. He had placed a white backdrop against one of the walls of the room and covered the floor with a large plastic sheet.

“Here,” he said as he held out a cell phone for Isabel. “Use this to film yourself as well as you can.”

Isabel nodded as she took the phone from him. It was a new model iPhone that was set to film at 4K at 60 fps, according to the camera app display.

While Isabel started filming and made silly faces to the camera in her hand, Master O went to fetch a glass container in which he unpacked about half a dozen ice popsicles. He placed the container on the floor near the back wall of the room.

“It doesn’t have a passcode,” Master O said when he watched Isabel film herself. “If it locks, just open it again and continue filming. Remember, try to keep your face in view the whole time. The rest will be captured by the cameras I have set up here. Are you ready?”

Isabel nodded.

“Do you remember the sequence?”

Isabel nodded again.

“Just be aggressive and passionate. This video will be short, but sweet.”

With those words Master O left the room and closed the door behind him. Isabel sat down on the plastic sheet, rested her back against the white backdrop and spread her legs a little. She was so stiff. She held the phone in her left hand and filmed herself as if she was recording a vlog. She took one of the ice popsicles from the glass container. It was orange, yellow and red and when she wrapped her swollen lips around it, she tasted the flavors of lemon, pineapple and strawberry.

The cold sensation was nice for her swollen lips. Master O was right. It did instantly feel good. She started grotesquely fellating the popsicle as soon as Master O opened the door, keeping her eyes glued to the phone camera while she did her best porn star impressions.

Master O came in completely naked, his average cock erect already and plugged with one of his favorite hollow sounds. In his hand he also held a phone with which he filmed his point of view, not his face.

Within seconds he was on his knees next to Isabel, who had received very specific instructions during lunch as to what she should do and in what order. She eyed the old man, who still had a lot speed for his age at 71, and let him stick his stiff cock between her lips next to the ice popsicle.

She wrapped her fingers around his semi-erect hairy shaft and sucked him off together with the melting popsicle for the better part of a minute before he pulled out again and gently pushed Isabel down on her back. He scooted forward and squatted above Isabel’s face while aiming his phone camera at Isabel and filming her as best he could from his angle while she dropped the melting popsicle and lifted her head up while her tongue started lapping over Master O’s hairy asshole.

Isabel tasted his sweaty, strong ass scent when it mixed with the tropical flavors on her tongue, but she kept on licking with vigor. It was almost impossible for her to keep filming herself while he squatted over her face. She did what he asked her to do, which was simple. She couldn’t believe he had asked her if she could remember the routine. She kept lapping her tongue over his asshole and remembered what he said: make it wet and sloppy.

When Master O started rocking a little back and forth, Isabel’s tongue covered all his hair and skin between his ball sack and halfway up his ass crack. She kept pushing her saliva and melted fluids from the popsicle out of her mouth and spread everything around his asshole with her tongue and lips, waiting for him to cue the next part of the video.

It took him a little longer than she expected, but eventually he got up from his squatting position, which was her signal to get up on her knees and suck his cock. As per his specific directions, she wrapped all her fingers of both hands around his shaft and started stroking him off while her lips wrapped around his cock head and her eyes gazed at the camera he was filming her with.

She was already familiar with Master O’s plastic plugs that he enjoyed up his pee hole during all kinds of sexual activities. He had told her in great detail about them over lunch. They all were hollow sounds and this one had a small ball-shaped end that stuck out on top of his cock head.

One of his own hands wrapped around Isabel’s fingers and helped her stroke him off. It didn’t take long before he started grunting with increasing volume and all of a sudden his whole body stiffened and small squirts of warm cum shot into Isabel’s mouth.

“Oh fuck, you are so hot,” he complimented her while she kept sucking on his cock head, expecting a larger load like the ones Master B gave her, but it never came. Isabel was surprised how quickly his erection faded away as she held his still plugged semi-erect cock in one hand while she kept gazing at the phone camera and wiped her lips with the other and pushed her saliva into her mouth before swallowing and showing her empty mouth and clean tongue.

“Keep it open now,” he said, while he straightened himself, “sit back and relax.”

Isabel spread her knees and slowly slid down until her ass hit the ground. It hurt more than she expected when her body bumped into the floor and she tried to keep the pain off her face for the camera. Then she slowly moved her legs in front of her, so Master O could step forward and stand over her. It didn’t take long before his piss trickled down from his softening cock and hit Isabel in her face.

“Look up,”  Master O said when Isabel closed her eyes to avoid getting his pee in her eyes. “be a good girl.”

Even though she had pretended to Master O that she had received a golden shower before, this was the first time Isabel tasted piss. Even though she was familiar with the smell, she had hoped it would taste a little like the sweet wine they had for lunch, but there was no such luck for her. After the first trickles, he produced a steady stream that hit her neck just under her chin, before he aimed higher and pissed directly into her wide open mouth.

Master O’s urine smelled and tasted strong, sulphuric, and Isabel’s instinct was to spit it out and cough when her mouth filled up and the piss ran down her chin. She managed to hold back and just sat for a few seconds while the piss streamed from her mouth down to her chest where it soaked her fresh bandages, until Master O commanded her to swallow.

It took her some effort to close her mouth and swallow her first big gulp of piss, but she managed to do it. She coughed just a little when the fluid was down and while the slow stream of fresh, warm piss kept hitting her face, a feeling of intense accomplishment came over her and raced through her mind.

She could do anything she set her mind to. She was in charge of herself and she was ready to show what she could do. For a moment she forgot where she was and how sore her body really was and she just gave in to the moment.

She opened her mouth again to receive the rest of the stream that flowed from Master O’s cock and she slowly straightened herself up, catching as much of his piss as she could with her mouth until she wrapped her lips around his still pissing cock head and started sucking and swallowing more aggressively.

Isabel was actually a little disappointed when the stream stopped and Master O pulled back. She slumped back into a seating position, panting and catching her breath, while Master O pointed his phone camera at her for the closing shot of his POV video.

After a few moments he stopped recording and both of them relaxed. “Thank you, you did great,” he complimented her while he checked if his video file saved correctly.

“Shower?” he then asked and extended his arm to pull her up on her feet. “We better get cleaned up fast, you have a train to catch.”