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She Meets Her Master   2.  

 
She Meets Her Master 2.      

Master runs the opened scissors along the sides of my naked breasts, light enough not to cut, but hard enough to feel. He replicates the movement on my other side, adding swirls that last until he reaches the waistband of my pants.

Master watches my cheeks flush as he begins to cut my pants off. He begins at the bottom, cutting a slit from my inner ankle to my crotch. He repeats this action on the other side, taking care not to cut me. Finally, he makes a cut beside the zipper and is able to fold each half of my jeans to the side, leaving me in only my panties.

"Master?" I begin to say.

"Shhhh. I am enjoying what's mine."

I close my mouth and look at the ceiling, trying to imagine that my Master isn't looking at such intimate areas so closely. I can feel his breath invading my cunt as he nuzzles me through my panties. He laps at the wetness that has begun to seep through the fabric, covering my mound with his mouth and teasing me even more.

At the sharp intake of my breath, and a soft moan to follow, Master leans up and rips my panties from my body. I look to him and see nothing but power radiate over him. He is in full control and he knows it.

Feeling shy, I try to close my legs, but Master has other ideas. I receive a sharp slap to my outer thigh. "Stay open for me, Mine. I want to see all you have to offer."

I close my eyes and try to take my mind of the insecurities flooding through my body. Master is disappointed with the slow pace in which I reopen my legs.

"Sit up!" he commands.

As I sit up, Master walks to the closet. When he emerges, he is holding several lengths of rope. My eyes widen in anticipation. He comes to stand at the side of the bed and commands that I lie on my stomach. He ties both of my wrists, each one tied to the slats on the inside of the bed posts. He then runs a length of rope from one side of the bed to the other, effectively keeping my upper chest and shoulders plastered on the bed.

"Bend your knees" he demands.

I hurry to comply, bending them to the best of my ability without the use of my hands to push them underneath me. However, because he has tied my hands so low on the railings, and Master has restricted the movement of my chest, by the time my legs are under me, my ass is high in the air and my face is still plastered to the bed.

Master binds my calf to my thigh on both legs, essentially leaving me open to him. I hear him walk out of the room. I want to call after him, but I don't. I trust my Master, I will be alright. I hear a chair being pulled across the floor and placed in front of the bed. I hear Master sigh as he sits in the chair.

"My little slave is beautiful from this angle. Your cunt looks so wet and inviting, calling me to fill it with my throbbing cock." My body shivers with the thought of finally being filled by Master.

"Look at that greedy cunt, already contracting, seeking a cock to fill it. Are you ready, Mine? Are you ready for your Master?"

"Yes, Master." I say breathlessly. "Please give this greedy cunt, the pleasure of her Masters cock."

I feel the bed dip as he climbs onto it. As he slides his hands over my exposed ass and down to rub my dripping slit, I moan loudly. "Master, please fuck my pussy."

"Naughty girl. Don't ever tell Master what to do. For that I will have to gag you." At this, I moan my displeasure. Master retrieves the ball gag from the dresser and attaches it to me. "That's better. Now, where was I?"

Master continues to rub and caress my body, heightening my pleasure, but not giving me enough to feel satisfied. I am starting to squirm. The position is becoming uncomfortable and I want my Masters cock, now!

I feel the bed dip again and I feel Masters body behind me. He rubs my slit with his cock head, careful to avoid entering me or rubbing my clit, giving me just enough stimulation to drive me insane. I am moaning as pleasure takes over my body, begging Master to take his slut, although I doubt he can understand me through the gag. As he continues his sweet torment, I begin to cuss at him.

I try to say, "You son of a bitch, just fuck me damn it". But all that comes out is mumbling, at least that is what it sounds like to my ears. However, my Master is very perceptive.

"Did you just cuss me Mira?"

I close my eyes in shame, a blush creeping across my body at being caught cursing at my Master.

"You really shouldn't have done that."

Master grabs the belt from around his waist, and hits it against my bare ass time and time again until I cry out.

"Have you had enough you slut?!"

By now the tears are rolling down my cheeks, the pain gripping at my body. Master shows no mercy.

He continues, these blows are harder and Master is peppering them all over, I'm sure, turning my ass a bright shade of pink. As the last blow falls, I can feel the wetness on the pillow from my tears. I am not crying from pain, but from trying to keep quiet and take my punishment. I let out the breath I had been holding and feel Master bend over my back to whisper in my ear.

"You made it." He says. "Good girl!" Then I feel him thrust into me, ramming through me to his hilt. I groan deep in my throat. This is what I need. He sits up, and goes to work on my body. He grabs my hips and pulls my body back toward his pelvis while thrusting at the same time. This combination drives his cock far into my body, making me babble uncontrollably.



In no time at all, I shatter around his cock, screaming as he rides me through it, pounding all thoughts from my brain. As he releases his seed into me, I shatter again. Everything is way too intense, I can't think, I can't breathe, and I black out.

When I open my eyes, I am untied and master is rubbing a soothing lotion into the skin on my ass.

"Master?" I say.

"Yes, Mira."

"Thank you Master."

"You are very welcome, Mira."

I want to say more, but my day of traveling combined with the evening of fun has worn me out. So, I relax into the pillow. As I unwind into Masters loving care, I fall asleep.

When I awaken, the entire room is dark. I can hear Master snoring behind me, the soft rise and fall of his chest against my back is soothing. However, I can also feel his erection pulsing against my thigh. This gives me naughty ideas.

I turn over in his arms and retreat under the covers. I find his erection tall and ominous beneath the sheet. After I check to make sure that he is indeed sleeping, I slip my tongue out to lick just the tip of his cock. He tastes so good, salty and woodsy, just like the rest of Master.

I wrap my mouth around his head and suck, like a baby with its pacifier. I hear him groan deep in his throat. I don't know if he is dreaming or waking up, and at this moment, I don't care. I want to feel Master in my mouth.

I climb over his leg and lay between his thighs, licking up and down his shaft. As I take Master all the way into my throat, I hold him there and swallow him. In the background, my mind can sense Master groaning, but again, it doesn't really register, and I don't care. I am so absorbed in my task that I don't realize his breathing has changed.

I try to withdraw my mouth and just suck on his head, but his hand has come to rest on the back of my head, holding me down to deep throat his cock. "Keep going, Mine." He throatily commands.

I double my efforts. I bob up and down, always keeping Masters Cock deep in my mouth. I can feel his head begin to thicken in my throat and his balls tighten against my chin. All of a sudden, he yanks me up and off by my hair.

I am breathing rapidly as I sit between his legs, spit dribbling down my chin.

"Come here!" He says, pointing to his dripping, throbbing cock.




to be continued



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