Completely His [BDSM]

My name is Melanie Saunders, and I belong to my Master- completely, totally and without reservation. I serve him, and in return he keeps me safe and warm from the storms of life. It’s a beautiful thing.

My life wasn’t always this way, of course. At one time, I would have bristled at thought of being told what to do by anyone. And, at one time, I felt that the idea of ‘serving’ was best left to college dropouts and failed actors. I was brash, habitually offensive and innately foolish. But my beloved Master taught me a better way to live; he made me a better person. And it all started the moment that I gave him my everything. But that was a long time ago, and it had been one hell of a journey since then. At the same time he was breaking down both my resistance and my body, he was building me up into something so much greater. He played my body like a finely-tuned instrument- just as well as he did with my mind. The creature that emerged was beautiful. I can see that now, for the first time. I’m beautiful. And he helped me see that.

In this moment, this beautiful creature was waiting on the floor. I was completely nude, and my rough carpet felt like sandpaper against my breasts. That was probably because I had been there for nearly an hour. The muscles in my legs were starting to scream from the effort of holding my ass high in the air, just as those in my arms were aching from keeping my nose only lightly brushing the floor. But I knew he would be home very soon, and I didn’t want to fail when I was so close to the end of my waiting.

Finally, I heard his keys jingling in the lock. My heart skipped a beat or two- at least it felt that way when the sudden rush of excitement pulsed through my body. I always loved seeing Master and I always looked forward to our time together. I tensed my body, ensuring that my positioning was precise and correct, just like I was trained. He smiled when he saw me. No matter how rough his day may have been, He always seemed happy to see me. He walked past me, and bent low as he did so. His touch was the signal that I was released. I was wearing my tail- a beautiful imitation fox’s tail that was connected to my buttplug. I liked my tail, and I wiggled my butt just enough to let it swing freely, touching the back of one thigh and then the other.
I heard him sit down on the couch. I would wait for him to call me. And when he called me, I would go to him.
“Come here, Kitten,” he says finally. I loved it when he used my title- the one that he reserved for fun and happy times. There were other names that He used for me, too, depending on the situation. Some of those names chilled me to the core.
I turned around and stood in the same motion, then ran over to where he sat, kneeling at his feet. But calling what I was doing “kneeling” really didn’t do it justice. I was, once again, in a very precise and practiced pose. My knees were spread apart, but just barely. It was enough that he could see my pussy if he desired to, but not enough to be lewd. My hands were folded neatly in my lap, and my body was centered perfectly over my heels. My back was straight and my shoulders were pulled back, while my eyes were cast respectfully downward. And there they would remain until Master was ready to address me.
I could already feel my pussy tingling with anticipation. But he always made me tingle, regardless of my physical position.
“Come closer,” he said.
I stood up slowly, closing the distance until I stood next to him. “Yes, Master?”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me downward. I followed his direction, and ended up draped over his lap. Master never spanked me for a punishment- not with his hand. When it was with his hand, it was a treat. It was a reward that I desired and sought out. I wanted the sharp sting of his hand on my soft flesh; to have him touch me; to have him see me. It was as exciting as it was erotic.

I felt his hand rest on my ass. It was warm and, somehow, powerful. Even just resting on my skin, his hands were powerful. He raised his hand off of me; I tried to relax my body, but he knew exactly what he was doing. With each moment that passed, the tension grew until it was nearly unbearable. I concentrated on what was to come, as though I could will him to spank me.

And when he finally did, it hurt so badly. It was wonderful.

He didn’t hesitate after that. Several quick strikes stung at my soft cheeks; he alternated between them, only occasionally hitting the same area more than once. I knew that it was intentional when he did so- my Master has amazing aim. I squirmed underneath his heavy hand, crying out with each strike. I knew that he loved to hear me scream, and also that he trusted me to use our safeword if I needed to. But I hadn’t yet- he had a way of pushing me to my limits, stretching them even, without breaking them. Without breaking me. When he was done, my ass burned and tingled. I knew that I would be sore for the rest of the day, and probably for the next, and I smiled to myself at the thought. I loved it when I knew that he was enjoying my body.

He helped me up, and then positioned my body so that he could admire his handiwork. I stole a glance; his handprints were clearly visible on my ass, burned red into my creamy, smooth flesh. It was beautiful.

“Lay down,” he said simply, pointing to the couch. He stood to make room, and I poured myself into the soft cushions. The cool fabric felt good on my now-tingling ass, and I settled into it with a satisfied sigh. My legs were slightly parted and my breasts were firm and attentive. I did my best to keep my body in shape for him; and, as he was always so quick to remind me, for myself. “You’re wet,” he said simply.

“Yes, Sir,” I agreed.

“You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much.” I had the distinct feeling that it wouldn’t be quite that simple. It never was. But I would happily do what he wanted me to. I would do it because I was his, and because following his commands felt so right… so wonderful.

He nodded sagely. I believe that most people would have missed the excitement in his eyes, but I caught its brief flash. I smiled inwardly, cherishing the little secret that I held. “Go ahead then- touch your wet pussy. Enjoy it. But you can’t cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.” The rules hadn’t changed. I would be allowed to enjoy the sensations and even approach climax. But I would have to deny my orgasm, holding it inside until he gave me permission to release it. It was always so frustrating; it was always so incredible.

He nodded. That was all I needed to begin. I ran my hands down my body, savoring my own touch; I knew that he was enjoying his private show, and I made it as sexy as I possibly could. I ran my hands down my chest, cupping each of my breasts before freeing them again. I lightly teased my nipples and moaned softly; I knew that he was getting hard by then, but I didn’t dare change my position so that I could see clearly. My hands continued their path down my body, over my firm belly and across my waist. My pussy ached and throbbed; it felt both warm and empty, and I knew that touching myself was going to be amazing. And the anticipation only heightened the sensation.

The moment my finger brushed against my sensitive, swollen clit, I moaned. The sound was involuntary, but I made no effort to contain it. I ran my finger along my moist lips, hovering over my entrance before sliding back up to my clit. I repeated the motion several times, enjoying the sensations, which alternated between a warm glow and a burst of pleasure. Finally, I slid my finger inside. I could feel my muscles tighten around it, which itself was a deeply pleasurable sensation. I allowed my mind to wander; to think about the times that Master fucked me until I was exhausted and sore… about the way his cock felt in my mouth… about the way his crop bit into the small of my back when I was being disciplined…

I was so lost in the thoughts that I barely registered the approaching orgasm. I could feel it, of course, but I couldn’t register exactly what I was doing in that moment. But Master knew. He always knew. His voice cut into my thoughts, piercing straight to my brain. My pussy contracted sharply when he spoke, as though he commanded my very sexuality. And, in a very real way, he did.

“Ten… nine…” he began.

I remembered what I had to do. I focused very hard, ensuring that I kept the orgasm at bay. It wouldn’t be easy.

“Eight… seven…”

I gasped. He was counting so slowly. My pussy was throbbing. I could feel my juices coating my finger as I slid in and out of myself, faster and faster.

“Six… five… four… three…”

Yes! Yes! Yes! I screamed internally. I was so close, and relieved that the countdown was nearly done. It took every bit of focus to keep the climax at bay. He paused between each number, drawing out the countdown. Torturing me.

“Two… one…”

I bit my lip and held my breath, waiting for the magic words. Waiting for him to order me to cum. Waiting for him to free me from this torment.

“Stop.”

Nooooo! I screamed, again inside my head. But as if on their own, my fingers shot away from my pussy. My poor body was so confused, stuck just on the precipice of release. I wanted to scream out loud- to beg him to let me finish. I squirmed under the nearly-unbearable physical desire. No… not desire. At this point, it was need. Want. Desperation. It took all of my willpower to stay very, very still, afraid that even moving my legs would push me past my ability.
“Yes, Master,” I said simply. I tried to sound calm, but I knew that my voice was anything but.
He waited for several agonizing moments. The throbbing in my pussy turned into a dull warmth. I could only watch as he removed the nipple clamps from their plush, soft bag. It was almost ironic, that something so vicious and sharp would come in such a soft bag.
He smiled as he approached. His smile was perfect and his eyes were deep; how could it be that someone so angelic could give me such delicious pain? He made a show of it, running the clamp over my body before opening its mouth. I could feel its sharp teeth barely grazing my nipples- one for each- and I knew that he would release it without warning. I squirmed subtly, dreading the pain that I knew to be coming.

And then, they bit. At the same time, the clamps closed around my nipples, biting into them like an angry beast. I screamed, but the sharpest of the pain only lasted for a moment. Soon my body adjusted; soon, my brain began releasing the sweetest of chemicals- the endorphins that I craved. I could already feel myself floating, as though on a cloud of pleasure and pure bliss. Master knew how to play my body, just as though I were a finely-tuned instrument. And, perhaps, in a way I was- he could always get such sounds from me. He would bring me pleasure, then interject pain and then… I knew what was coming. My pussy tightened just a little bit, as though it knew as well.

The world was moving slowly around me. All of my senses were heightened; I could hear the sounds from outside. I could smell the fresh flowers on the dining room table. And most important to me, in that moment, I could feel Master pressing the plug into my ass. It was the larger one- he had been building up to it over the past few weeks- but it was well lubed. I relaxed my body, taking it in. My ass contracted around it, but he went very slowly. He listened to my body, filling me as quickly as it would allow.

Once the plug was firmly in place, leaving me feeling very full, he turned on the vibrator. I loved the vibrator, especially in Master’s hands. He knew my body, and he knew how to use the toy to pleasure it. He slowly rubbed the vibrating tip along my lips, then rested it on my clit. The feeling was incredible; between the pain of the clamps, the fullness in my ass and the pleasure radiating from my clit, I was brought to a new level of pleasure altogether. I could feel my climax building- a fire that started deep inside my pussy, and shot hot embers all throughout my body.

“Master…” I moaned. It was all I could managed. I didn’t know if he would let me finish, but in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was lost completely, losing all sense of who or where I was. All that I knew was my body, and all that I wanted was to cum. I was floating; I was somewhere far away.

I started bucking my hips against the vibration. I heard a sound, and it took several long moments for me to realize that I was the one making it. I moaned and screamed, allowing the first small ripple of orgasm to wash over me. The next was a wave, followed by another that was even larger. Soon, it was a flood of pleasure and pain, pushing me over the edge.

Seeing my state, Master slid the vibrator deep inside my pussy. He angled it perfectly, hitting the exact spot that desired it the most. He teased my clit with his finger, which heightened the thrill exponentially.

And right at the height of my climax, Master gave me the most wonderful gift- the very thing that I wanted the most. He pulled the vibrator from my pussy, climbed in between my legs, and filled me with his beautiful, delicious cock. Having him inside me was so much better than anything else, because it was him.

My body was already ready for him, and he met absolutely no resistance as he pushed deep into me. In one smooth stroke, he filled me completely. I didn’t even think about it; my body was acting entirely on its own at that point. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him inside me. He felt amazing.

He pulled out nearly entirely; I could feel his tip balanced just between my pussy lips. I knew that his shaft was coated in my juices, a thought that drove me mad with desire. With animal-like ferocity, he was inside me again- hard, fast, rough. He fucked me exactly how I needed to be fucked, and rode my body towards his own climax.

Our eyes met when he came. He gripped my shoulders and pushed deep into me, forcing his cock as deeply as it could go. He moaned passionately, and I felt his cock swell and release into me. I knew that he was cumming inside my pussy, filling me with his warm, thick loads.

And then I came. I came hard. I came loud. The orgasm pulsed through my body, taking over completely. I was lost in it, and I found myself again in his arms, but this time on the bed. I had no idea how I got there- no memory of the walk from the couch to the bedroom- but he was holding me tight against his body. He had removed the clamps and the plug, and he stroked my hair and kissed me as he whispered softly to me. Telling me I had done well and that he was proud of me. Telling me that he loved me. Telling me that I was his. It was music to my ears, exactly what I needed to hear in that moment.

He held me there for as long as I needed it, allowing the sensations to wash over my body. I could feel his cum leaking from my pussy, which gave me a strange sense of comfort- it had actually happened after all. It hadn’t been just a wonderful dream. I felt silly for the thought- it was the same realization that I made every time, when I was coming down from the natural high that he gave me.

I nuzzled against Master’s chest, safe and warm in his arms and bed. “I love you,” I wept. They were tears from beyond happiness and sadness- they were something much deeper than that.

“I love you, too,” he whispered. And I knew that he meant it.

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