You have talked a time or two online and even exchanged some e-mails, but
meeting in person was not to be what you expected. You felt mostly nervous
and apprehensive at the thought of meeting him, because you knew too well he
was not your type and was rather unattractive, mostly due to his weight.
What you didn’t expect though, was how imposing his size would be when you
met and how dominating his presence would be.
You knew he was coming in for business and had agreed to meet Saturday
afternoon when his work finished. “There can’t be any harm in meeting him
for coffee and a chat” you told yourself to reassure your mind that you
weren’t insane.
When you walked into the coffeeshop, you recognize him immediately. He IS a
big man, he didn’t lie about that! Walking over to him, you feel pleased at
how he stands to greet you in the utmost gentlemanly manner. His gaze is
respectful, but admiring. You aren’t sure exactly what to say, but he
settles that for you when he commands in a gentle, but firm voice, “sit,
little one” and then pulls out a seat and helps you into it.
It takes you offguard and makes your heart leap into your throat. He is
gentle and kind, there is no flaw in his polite manners, but there is an
underlying current that makes you clearly aware that you are to do as he
bids you and to do so without question.
He walks around the table and sits facing you. Not sure how to act, you sit
demurely with your hands folded on your lap and your eyes downcast.
“That is excellent, little one” the warmth in his voice rewards you. “You
please me with your effort, now you may look into my eyes, that I might
enjoy the beauty of your face.”
Your eyes slowly climb up his body and when they lock onto his you feel a
shiver run up your spine. His eyes are dark, near black and smoldering with
heat and intensity. His gaze is direct and approving, a slow smile spreading
over his face.
“You are even prettier than I imagined, little one” he says in his soft and
quiet voice. A blush of pleasure creeps into your cheeks and spreads warmth
through your face and throat. It makes you happy to know he admires your
looks and even happier to know you pleased him. That thought builds inside
of you like a raging inferno, nothing could make you happier, nothing would
complete you more, than pleasing your Master.
“My Master” you think to yourself. “How did that happen?” You realize that
somehow, in some unknown way, this man has taken possession of you and that
you are more than willing, you are gloriously enthralled, in submitting to
him.
“You may speak, little dove” his voice rumbles from his throat and then he
leans back into his chair and lights your heart anew with a dazzling smile.
You aren’t sure what to say, your mind searches for the perfect words and
you realize how fortunate you were to have felt shy in meeting him, had you
of started jabbering away when you sat down, he might have not been so
pleased with you. For once, shy reserved behavior had been an asset.
“Thank you Sir” are the first words to come purring from your throat. “Shall
I call you Sir or Master” come your next words, still in hushed tones.
Daring to be bold, you look deeply into his eyes and await his answer.
“Both are acceptable, little one” comes his reply, “you may address my by
either, according to the time and place.” He looks across the table at you
and leans forward, invading your space and clearly establishing his
domination over you.
“What you may NOT do, is look directly into my eyes without permission and
you will not speak to me without being told you may do so.” He leans closer
to you, his eyes locked onto yours and making your heart flutter with
excitement and the thrill of submission.
“I will not abuse you or use you in a manner unbefitting, so do not fear,
but we have rules and they must be obeyed” His eyes seem to bore into your
very soul and he nearly whispers.
“I will not be unkind, but you WILL mind me, failing to do so will bring
down my wrath and you will taste my unhappiness.”
You feel a lump rise in your throat and deep in the recesses of your mind
you vow never to displease him, not so much in fear of his reprisal, but
more so at the thought of having him look at you with displeasure in his
eyes. As he speaks, his eyes take on a glow like embers being fanned into
flames and you only imagine the smoldering inferno they would ignite if you
upset him.
No matter how serious your mind is, though, there is that playful and impish
side of you that wishes to incur his discipline, just for the heavenly feel
of his hands inflicting punishment on your tender skin and the intoxicating
slap of leather straps colliding with your most delicate body parts.
He takes you by the arm and leads you out of the shop, then stops and leans
you back against the wall. You can’t help but feel self conscious with him
standing there staring down at you, while you try valiantly not to look up
at him, but to keep your eyes cast down at your feet in submission. People
are walking by and you just KNOW they must be staring, but he pays them no
attention, instead he reaches for your wrists and pushes them around behind
your back.
Your heart nearly screeches to an abrupt stop as you feel cold steel
encircle each wrist and you hear the grating click of handcuffs locking onto
you. You dart your eyes upward I terror, and find him looking down at you
with a disapproving glare. He leans lower and pinches your ass firmly,
telling you to look back down immediately.
Your eyes drop obediently, a smudge of a tear blurring your right eye. Not
so much from the sting of the pinch, as from the shame of humiliating
yourself and forcing your Master to chastise you. “Right out there on the
street in front of everyone” you sob silently to yourself.
Then the awareness comes over you that he very well could have spanked you,
at least none of the passers by could have seen the pinch and if they did,
they would have thought it affection, not punishment. Your hands locked
behind you, no one but you and he could know the game that you are playing.
As he leans in against you, he is also sheltering you from the eyes of
curious bystanders and you realize he protects you as well as controls you,
a sudden surge of pride and joy overwhelms you. You have chosen well, this
Master is deserving of your submission.
He throws his jacket over your shoulders and reaches an arm behind you,
wrapping it around your waist as he leads you down the street. Walking amid
the scurrying throng of people, you feel a sense of security and protection
that all but overwhelms you. Yes, your hands are firmly clamped behind your
back and that should make you feel vulnerable, exposed and wary. For some
reason though, you feel the exact opposite.
You feel as if you are on a pedestal high above the shoving and hustling
crowd, like you are beyond reproach and out of the reach of anything that
might possibly harm you. This, you realize, is the gift of submission. This
breathtaking sense of safety, security and belonging is what your soul has
been crying out for.
His sense of ownership over you strengthens you, in some odd way. Submitting,
is in essence, empowering. You allow him to guide you through the crowd and
deep inside of the core of your soul, you revel in his Mastery over you.
Coming to stop in front of a hotel, your heart leaps into your throat again,
as you realize he is leading you inside. He takes you through the lobby,
stopping in the very center of the room. He leans down to kiss you lightly
on the cheek and whispers to you, “I’ll take back that jacket now.”
Your heart hammers what feels like a million beats per minute and you know
everyone around you can see the handcuffs. You swallow and try to calm
yourself and then a feeling washes over you. A feeling that would have been
unexpected a day before and that you could never hope to convey to anyone
that hadn’t been through such a dizzying experience. It is pride.
You feel proud to belong to him, to be in his control and to know that
anyone can see he has his attention centered on no one but you. That is
another epiphany that washes over you with the brilliance of a million
illuminating suns. You have his complete and undivided attention. Even when
he is seemingly ignoring you, he does so intentionally and with great care.
Your gift to him is simple. It is your submission and surrender. His gift to
you, is even more complicated and far reaching. He gives you much more than
you bestow upon him. His gift is unique and with an intoxicating affect, he
gives of himself.
He reaches his arm around you once again and leads you into an elevator. As
the doors close shut with the familiar “thunk”, he pushes you gently back
into the corner and traps you there. He leans down to kiss you gently and
whispers “look at me, little one”.
You slowly lift your eyes and when you meet his that are burning into you
with such intensity, you feel faint from the euphoria of it. His lips close
softly onto yours and he gives you a kiss of such gentle and delicate
tenderness it makes you go weak in your knees.
The elevator hums to a stop and the doors once again slide open as he leads
you down the hall and comes to a halt in front of the door of the room. He
spins you around with your back to the door and leans down to kiss you
passionately and as his arms wrap around you he frees the handcuffs from
your slightly aching wrists.
Still kissing you, he takes your arms and pins them high above your head,
towards the top corners of the door. Helpless and trapped, your heart once
again starts to race and then you feel the soothing caress of his hands as
he massages away the ache left from the metal cuffs so long clamped onto
your wrists.
“My GOD”, you sigh inwardly, “this man is so much more than I ever imagined”
and contentment and peace overtake your body, mind and soul.
He reaches behind you and slowly swings the door open and then he pushes you
gently into the room. “Enter my lair, slave.” His voice seems to rumble from
his chest with a near haunting echo.
Standing in the open doorway, you wait for your next instructions and are
surprised not to hear the door close behind you. His voice once again growls
at you, “A sub is not allowed to wear clothing in my lair, little one, not
unless I have given her permission.”
“Neither is she allowed to stand in my presence.” You fall quickly to your
knees and slide out of your clothes so quickly that you are awestruck when
you realize you are nude on your knees in an open doorway and exposed to the
world. Your hands fly to cover yourself and just as you do so, you realize
the error or your ways.
His hand threads into your hair and he gives a firm jerk, tilting your head
backwards, but not so rough as to cause great pain. “Did I SAY you were
allowed to hide yourself, little slavegirl?”
A tremble courses through your naked form and you quietly whisper “no
Master, please forgive this girl.” He ruffles your hair and leans to gently
kiss your forehead. He steps inside and allows the door to close behind him.
Darkness overtakes you, the room is still, quiet and totally dark. You feel
his hands cup your face and then sigh at his gentle caress on each cheek. He
slides something over your head and then a soft velvety blindfold settles
onto your eyes.
“Stand, little one” his firm voice commands. Quickly you rise to your feet
and stand silently awaiting your next instruction. You hear a “click” and
then sense faint bits of light probing around the edges of your blindfold.
He takes you lovingly by the hand and leads you to the bed.
“Sit” is his sole order and you gracefully slide into a sitting position.
Then his hands grasp your shoulders and he forces you onto your side and
rolls you onto your tummy. You are now lying facedown on the foot of the
bed, positioned right on the very edge.
As your predicament settles in on you, a million thoughts go through your
mind. It was completely DARK when you entered. You have no idea what KIND of
room you are in and absolutely no way of knowing if there is anyone else in
here with the two of you.
“What if he has an audience or is going to try to sneak someone else in on
me?” You can’t stop that thought from reverberating in your mind. The
unknown torments you and then you relax and let absorb the thrill of it.
“What if”, gets tangled up with “who cares” in your mind.
You hear him walk to the end of the bed by your head and a gasp escapes you
as you feel padded leather straps fasten onto your wrists. Then he walks to
your feet and again the coolness of padded leather straps greets your
anxious flesh.
Now you are exposed and nude in an unknown room with GOD knows whom or what,
on top of that you are firmly bound and helpless, blindfolded and utterly
alone. So many emotions toss about your mind that the turbulence is enough
to make you dizzy. Fear and excitement battle for supremacy in your chaotic
mind.
Then you feel soft leather tendrils seemingly float over your skin. His
voice explains to you that what you are now feeling is the beginning of a
dance between souls. You are learning the feel of leather and the
intoxicating rush that can be brought on by the caress of a whip.
“This whip”, he explains, “is a cat-o-ninetails, and as you can feel it has
nine soft fingers of cowhide to seduce your body and mind.” He tells you how
you will learn to appreciate it’s kiss and it’s sting as he lightly trails
the tickling straps over your feet and up your calves.
He drags it up your thighs and wiggles the tails as it nestles into the
crevice between your thighs and asscheeks. Then he drags it sloooooowly up
and over your ass and the middle of your spine. The soft tendrils drift off
to the sides and caress your ribs and the plump edges of your breasts where
they are smashed out to the side from lying on your stomach. Then the
fingers float to your neck and dance on your throat and back of your neck.
Stopping when they are delicately teasing your ears and sides of your face,
they slowly reverse and retrace their way back down your body. The process
is repeated a few times, all of the while his gentle voice soothes and
reassures you.
Now he lifts the whip and lightly slaps the straps against the soles of your
feet. Then it creeps up your calves. Slap, slap, slap. A rhythmic caress
sings to you, the music being provided by the sounds of your flesh kissing
the soft leather with a popping sound. Your thighs greet the straps with the
same song. Slap, slap, Slap. Your ass sings out in reverie, slap, slap,
slap. When the whip dances on your back and wraps around your ribs, the song
raises to a crescendo as your soul joins in on the chorus.
Up and down your naked flesh, the whip dances and sings. Harder and harder,
a sting developing with sensual delight, but certainly not pain. It is a
delightful, mesmerizing and soul consuming sting, but isn’t what you would
call painful. Then you feel his gentle lips close to kiss the little dimple
at the top of the crack of your ass.
You feel his lips close there and a slight suckling as his tongue caresses
the delicate spot. His hands massage and knead your quivering ass and his
fingers tease along your inner thighs. Then, he very slowly unties you and
rolls you onto your back, then quickly re-fastens the straps.
Now you really feel exposed and vulnerable, but it is such a delicious and
intoxicating sensation that you just wallow in it. Once again, the soft and
gentle voice begins to narrate the dance of your new-found lover, the whip.
The song begins with the same hushed tones of soft leather dragging
gracefully and elegantly over naked flesh. The tempo builds as the whip
sings it’s glorious song. Slap, slap, slap, a melodic orchestra of feelings
builds inside of you in harmony with the loving ballad being sung by the
dancing whip.
When the whip kisses your pussy, the music blares so loudly inside of your
head it begins to sound more like thunder. Up your tummy, wrapping it’s
embrace around your ribcage and hips, the whips dances a jig and captivates
your spirit. Lightly and with gentle refrain, the music dances around your
breasts, over your tight and hardening nipples as it speaks with eloquent
and hushed tones on the more delicate pieces of your flesh.
On the sides of your throat and over your face, soft fingers tickle and
tease and then creep lower to dance with increasing vigor as the crescendo
builds. The sensation of the stinging whip on your pubic region and hip is
beyond anything you could have imagined. The bliss of the soft tendrils
dancing over your swollen pussy defies description.
Lying there with blindfold still attached, you can feel him walking along
side the bed and then you feel the mattress bend as he kneels on it. You can
sense his nearness, but aren’t sure exactly where he is, the curiosity and
anticipation is overwhelming. He isn’t moving though, it is as if once he
put his weight onto the bed, he disappeared.
All is silence, but you have little choice other than to wait. Just as the
anxiety is about to be more than you can stand, you feel something soft
rubbing against your cheek. Soft and wonderful, you can feel it rubbing on
the side of your café and then circling you lips.
“His cock!” His soft head feels divine and the intensity of the moment
builds into a song of and euphoria within your head that is deafening and
mind consuming.
Gently and slowly, his engorged cock circles your lips. You want so VERY bad
to open you mouth and take it in, but you know that your Master is testing
your obedience and you wish for nothing more than to please him. Now the
swollen head rubs over your lips and you hear his soothing voice command you
to open your mouth.
Gently, he very slowly eases his manhood between your lips and into your
mouth. The echo of your thundering heart is numbing and you are completely
lost in the moment as his cock glides over your tongue. Just as you are
about to loose your willpower and close your eager lips to suck on your
Master’s cock, he quickly slips himself out of your mouth and you hear a
soft whimper sigh from your throat.
Once again, the bed shifts and you know he has left you. You can hear him
working with the straps that bind you and then feel them slip away, leaving
you free at last. His large and powerful hands lift you from the bed as if
you weighed no more than a feather and you stand before him with your eyes
downcast, waiting for further instruction.
He pulls your arms behind you and you feel the familiar coolness as he snaps
the handcuffs back onto your arms, trapping them behind your back. He leans
down and takes you by the elbows and whispers “kneel, little one” and he
gingerly helps you to the floor.
Kneeling in front of him, you wait in excited glee for you sense him
standing in front of you and your mind knows you are about to feast on the
entirety of his thick and wonderful cock. You nearly sing out in joy as you
feel the head once again caress your lips and then with blissful happiness
you hear his voice command you “open your mouth and accept me, little
slavegirl.”
His velvety head pushes between your lips and glides over the top of your
tongue and as you close your lips to suckle greedily on him, a moan of
disappointment gushes forth from your chest as he quickly slides out of your
mouth.
No sound. No movement. You can’t hear anything or anyone and once again the
feeling of fear rises in your stomach as you wonder if you and your Master
are alone in this room and what all he has planned for you. It is difficult
to bear, this waiting and wondering. Your mind races to every possible
scenario and there are lots of lurid and perverse ideas flashing through
your brain.
Finally, mercifully, you hear him once again walk to stand in front of you.
Just as you start to open your eager mouth to accept his cock, you feel the
soft leather tendrils once again dragging over your tender skin. A soft
groan escapes you as the leather straps fall over your shoulders and drag
down your back. Kneeling as you are, the straps naturally fall over your
shoulders and tickle the hard and swollen nipples atop your heaving breasts.
Now the straps glide up the sides of your face and then once again, they
begin their rapid and repetitive dance as they softness of your skin
caresses the fine leather straps.
Slap, slap, slap the whips dances on your back. You can feel him walk behind
you and the whip explodes in sharper and sharper contact as you sense a
figure 8 pattern in the movement of his strokes.
Whipping down your back and ass, he lowers the whip to kiss your feet and
calves with the adoring leather straps. Pop, pop, pop. Smack, smack, smack.
Back up your back and smack, smack, smack. Harder on your back, the tails
fly and wrap around your ribs, leaving stinging red marks. Slap, slap, slap,
they reached further around your ribs and pop the sides of your breasts.
His hand tangles into your hair and he pulls it forcefully, jerking your
head backwards. Your had hanging back, throat exposed to his mercy, the
straps drag over your neck and face and then pop downwards to slap into your
breasts and tummy as he whips you from above.
He stops and your body cries out for more, but whines for a break, all at
once. Then his warm and full lips close softly on yours and he kisses you
with such tenderness and adoration, that it takes your breath away. “Good
little girl”, he whispers into your ear.
He pulls you quickly to your feet and pushes you roughly back onto the bed.
The impact makes you whimper a little, for your hands are still securely
fastened behind your back. He drags you back up onto the bed and then
fastens your legs again, wide open and vulnerable. He leaves your hands
behind you, still clamped in the handcuffs that bite into you sharply.
Again the whip dances over you, this time with more fervor and the tails
bite into you a little sharper. Then just as suddenly, he stops completely
and you feel his warm breath on your knees. He kisses each knee and then
begins kissing and licking up your inner thighs. Closer and closer to
paradise, his lips kiss and caress your thighs and into the crevice between
hip and thigh. He licks up the crevice and closes his lips softy onto your
pubic mound, sucking the meaty flesh and burying his face into it.
He kisses downward, and his teasing tongue glides all around your swollen
pussylips. He bites gently on your hipbones and gnaws on them making you
squirm from the tickling sensation and moan from the pleasure. He changes
pace again and very slowly and with incredible gentleness, he kisses down
your thighs and once again swirls his tongue in patterns around your
delicate box.
He slowly approaches and mercifully begins licking and suckling the meaty
outer lips. His mouth moves up and down and his tongue travels in broad
strokes, leaving a wet trail behind. A bit more delicately, he slides his
tongue right up the middle of the slit and blows warm air down onto the top,
where your throbbing clit lies nestled under its protective hood of tender
flesh.
Using his tongue in the gentlest fashion, he licks and probes up the middle
of the slit, parting the outer lips and delicately suckling the inner folds
into his mouth. Using his tongue, he first suckles the lips into his mouth
and then thrusts them back out again.
His fingers come in to assist and he peels back the lips to open you to his
explorative tongue. Just as he is finally about to close his lips on the
tiny hood of flesh over your clit, he moves away and leaves you about to
scream in frustration and anxiety.
He comes back, after leaving you to lie there and wonder for what seemed
like an eternity. Without further ado, he plants a hot, wet kiss on your
slit and dives his face in. The heat of his breath and the fury of his
attack on your snatch makes it hard for you to catch your breath. Then just
as suddenly, he stops. This time he doesn’t go away, but you feel him
positioning him between your wide spread thighs.
“Oh, my GOD what is that!” You scream silently and it echoes around in your
mind. There is something VERY cold rubbing along your thigh. At first, he
rubs it around the outside edges, teasing your thighs and pubis.
“It must be an Popsicle! GOD, it is cold!” Again, unspoken words reverberate
in your mind. When he rubs it on the top, on the fleshy pubic mound, the
tiny stream of melting juices trickles down and over your spasming pussy. As
it drips from your pussy, it splashes over your ass, making it pucker from
the shock of it.
He rubs the Popsicle right down the middle of your slit, parting the lips to
drag it downward and inserts it gingerly. The cold is numbing, causing a
unique pain that quickly turns into delirium. You can feel the cold probe
sliding slowly into your quivering box. The lips grab at it and squeeze,
trying to keep it out and spare you further torment. Deeper inside of you
the icy cold invader pushes aside your aching folds of frozen flesh and
buries deeper inside of you. The cold river of melted, but still torturously
cold juice oozes out of you in a torrent and dribbles over your ass before
mercifully dripping onto the bed. Finally, the Popsicle is melted and is
replaced with his eager mouth, once again.
The cold had completely overwhelmed your mind and now the euphoria of the
kiss of his hot lips feels hotter than you ever dreamed possible. His mouth
feels nearly scalding hot as his tongue whips and lashes you with maniacal
intensity. Now and then, his tongue dips lower to circle and tease your ass,
but he never quite touches the tiny puckering bud with either tongue or
lips.
Burying his face into the folds of your pussy, he eats you with a passion
that takes your breath away. Your lungs heave and your body arcs upward and
thrashes about, but you can’t seem to find the air to fill your lungs.
Panting and gasping, your body convulses in the maddening ecstasy of this
glorious moment.
He delves his tongue deep inside of you and caresses the deep inner walls
within you. He pulls back part way to suckle softly on the plump lips at the
top of your slit and his tongue slithers between them to caress and cajole
your clit. As he busies himself with enticing your clit, you feel a slow,
but steady pressure on your ass.
A very wet and explorative finger pushes gently at the guarded entrance to
your ass. Not shoving inside of you, but a firm, steady pressure moving so
slowly you barely notice it. Further and deeper, slowly and gently, his
finger stops when it is buried halfway inside of your ass, but his hungry
and ravenous mouth never stops devouring your pulsating snatch.
He buries his face deep within the folds and shakes his head side to side,
like a rabid wolf devouring his prey. The fury and intensity of his mouth’s
attack makes a wild and carefree moan escape your lips.
Then, as he slows his pace and suckles ever so softly on your clit, with a
gentle and adoring tongue caressing your clit, his finger begins it’s
retreat. Your ass spasms and your rectal muscles squeeze forcing the invader
out. A sigh of satisfaction mixes with a wild feeling of regret, the finger
sliding out so slow it tortures both your body and your soul.
Right at the very edge of popping out of you, it stops and you can feel your
ass convulse against it, then it slides back into you, just a little deeper
than before and halts once again. Incredible sensations wrack your body.
Your ass squeezes at the violator, muscles rippling inside of you to force
it out, while somewhere deep in the core of your soul, you beg for it to
stay inside.
Kisses and licks stop on your pussy, all is still and quiet, only his breath
flowing over your pussy and thighs and the finger once again withdraws.
Slowly, oh, so slowly, the finger slides out, assisted by the convulsions of
muscles deep within. The finger pops out, only to be replaced by a middle
finger, lubed and slippery, as it slides gracefully deep inside of you. To
the hilt, it buries and stays there a moment, then slides halfway out, only
to plunge deep within, again.
Again his face dips to it’s feast and he quickly brings you to orgasm. Just
as you are losing yourself in orgasm, his finger slowly slides out of your
ass. His finger making it’s exit, intensifies your rapture and your entire
body stiffens and convulses, jerking in your bindings.
As the intensity dies, you fall back into the bed with satisfied muscles
rippling and contorting. His mouth hovers over you and you feel the finger
of his other hand probe along the outer lips of your pussy and then slowly
slide between the folds and explore it’s way deep inside of you. Gently and
slowly, it glides in and out and as he does this, his mouth drops to cover
your clit again.
Sucking the clit and the tender flesh around it, caressing and stroking them
with his tongue, his finger explores inside of you, but not too deeply.
Arcing and stretching, his finger caresses the inner wall on the back side
of your pubic mound, very nearly as if he was rubbing your tummy from the
inside.
He finds the rough patch of skin located there, bumpy and raised, and his
finger caresses it in a “come hither” motion. He rubs the course flesh with
a rapid side to side motion, making a sloshing sound as the juices inside of
you build in anticipation.
Switching between a variety of motions, his finger curls around your pubis
and carries you to heavenly bliss, as his mouth matches the strokes from the
outside. As you body begins to tighten and you feel yourself arching your
back, he slides the pinky finger of his other hand into your ass.
The middle finger of one hand collides and bumps with the pinky of the other
hand. Walls of flesh are all that separate them. The new sensations are
almost to much for you, but at the same time take you to unimaginable
heights of joy and bliss. Your body finds it’s rhythm and as your feel
yourself nearing orgasm, he withdraws the pinky from your ass and
finger-fucks you furiously with the other hand.
There is a sloshing, wet and juicy sound that slurps and pops with every
stroke of his finger. As he uses his hand to fuck you, an incredible orgasm
releases from within you and a torrent of juices explode against the palm of
his hand. Liquid flies everywhere, great splashes of it slurp and gurgle as
his hand flies in and out of you.
Your body convulses and jerks in uncontrollable motions. His finger slows
and withdraws, he slides back to allow you to revel in the glow of orgasm
and the heavenly after affects.
The bed shifts and you sense him kneeling by you, then feel his cock as he
slides it onto your mouth and tells you to “suck your Master’s cock.”
Feeding hungrily on his hard and swollen cock, you feel your tummy tighten
in pleasure.
He feels sooooooooooo good in your mouth, it is intoxicating. Just as you
are really getting into it, he once again withdraws and you wait in silence,
but this time you don’t have to wait for long. You can feel him on the bed,
sense him straddling you, standing above your face.
Then you feel him moving closer and “Oh GOD” your mind cries out. It isn’t
him you feel after all, for a wet and hot pussy is now sitting on your face.
You hear him tell you to eat her and without second thought you bury your
face into the juicy treat sitting above you. She is sitting facing away from
you and as you eat her, you feel her fingers explore your pussy as she
masturbates you.
In a nearly sensory overload, as you and your new found friend explore one
another, you feel soft spirals of his tongue as he suckles fervently at your
breast. Then he pulls away and you feel the soft kiss of the whip again.
Slap, slap, slap, it kisses your tummy and breasts. Pop, pop, pop you can
hear it speaking to her back and you can feel tendrils splaying off of her
ass to bounce across your face.
Slowly, you immerse yourself into the euphoria of the moment. Everything you
ever wanted, everything you ever needed, your new Master has brought to you.
You lose yourself not only in the bliss of the moment, but the awareness
that your new life will bless you with a plethora of gifts and joy. Even as
you are swept up in this moment, your mind looks excitedly towards what
tomorrow might bring.
