Being His

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

An evening well spent with her Master.

She was cold, but the excitement of the evening to come warmed her from the inside. She walked in proudly wearing his collar, head held high to make sure everyone saw that she was his. She was the one he had chosen to serve him. As soon as his drink was poured the tilt of his head told her it was time to unzip her coat, which he slid from her bare shoulders. As she went to put it away she could have skipped, but knew she had to keep herself composed, she was representing him after all. After a quick adjustment of her stockings and making sure her buckles and chains were all secure she swiftly returned to Sirs side. To the untrained eye no one else would know he'd even realised she was back, but the slight shift of his shoulders told her he knew. He was making her wait, having a drink, playing a few games of pool, if it wasn't for the occasional hand trailing across her lower back to keep her on edge she might have felt forgotten. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted his attention and she was willing to misbehave to get it. Hitching her skirt an inch higher she made sure to bend to adjust her boots, cross and uncross her legs and find a reason to trail her hands across her exposed breasts directly in his eye line as he lined up every shot. It worked, he lost the next two games. The fire in his eyes and tense of his jaw told her just how much trouble she was in. Grabbing her by the collar he bent her over the pool table and roughly shoved two fingers deep into her pussy, bringing her to the very edge of orgasm then leaving her empty and wanting in front of their captivated audience. She knew he would make her wait much longer now. For the next half hour, every time he hit his pocket he celebrated by slipping an ice cube inside her, tapping her clit as he did, til she was a shivering, damp, sticky mess very much ready to beg him for release. But she couldn't, the slightest whimper and he'd have her waiting another hour at least. So she waited, stood by his side, making sure his cup never emptied and keeping quiet until he decided it was time. When he did he grabbed her collar and kissed her, aggressively, he wanted her as badly as she needed him. It felt like forever and only seconds til she was tied in the A frame, her legs spread wider than the cross usually kept them, exposing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs ready for the bite of the flogger. He was meticulous, making sure not to miss an inch of her milk white skin, striking her again and again til her ass glowed and she knew the bruises would last a month at least. He had brought her to the edge 4 more times, always making her stop short of finishing the countdown to her orgasm. After one last vicious 5 count of the paddle he finally let her cum. She came hard and wet, squirting so hard she was completely soaked, the floor beneath her a pool of her mess and her legs ready to give out beneath her. She suddenly felt the heat of his body against her back, and the strength of his arm wrapping around her waist, letting her rest into him while she caught her breath. He released her limbs and massaged her wrists to bring the feeling back, his hard exterior slipping ever so slightly as he rubbed her now throbbing cheeks. Taking her by the hand he gently led her to the play room, closed the door behind them and grinned. It spread across his face devilish and knowing, she was helpless to resist as he pushed her onto her back, forcing her thighs to open, inviting him into herself. By now she was desperate for his touch, writhing and arching, but he had her pinned. The strength of his hands on her hips stopping her from reaching the delicious warmth of his mouth on her clit. He was a cruel tease, kissing and biting down her thighs but refusing to give her what she wanted til she was pleading with him desperately. When he finally gave her what she wanted he lashed her pussy with his tongue so furiously she squirted almost constantly, soaking the both of them to the bone and making Sir growl deep in his throat as he replaced his tongue with his powerful cock and pounding her grateful holes til she was completely full of cum. After they'd both cleaned up and caught their breath he kissed her again, less rushed this time, like he was truly savouring the taste of her on his lips. She was truly lucky to be his.


Submitted: February 13, 2020

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