Breathe.
She knows how to, of course, her body does it for her.
But today, she has to remind herself to do so.
Breathe.
“I’m on an airplane. I’m going to see Him.”
She fidgets in the back row.
Looking at those around her.
Do they know? Can they sense her nervousness?
Her arousal?
Her mind, searching for distraction.
A book. Yes, kindle. What do I have downloaded?
50 Shades of Grey.
Of course, she laughs at herself.
Distraction. Breathe.
Music.
She loves music.
He loves when she sings.
Playlist. Go.
She closes her eyes as the melodies reach her ears.
Breathe.
Desire.
A song she knows well, a song shes shared with Him.
Its pointless. No more distractions. Embrace it.
“How can I love a man I’ve never met?”
“What if I’m not everything he desires?”
“What if he doesn’t desire me?”
Breathe.
A voice breaks her train of thought.
The pilot. Landing time.
Her heart leaps and falls to her stomach all at once.
It feels like they just took off.
Coursing through the clouds.
Down down down.
The tires hit pavement.
Breathe.
Her inner monoluge:
Confidence.
I must be confident.
Walk though the airport like I belong here, not like the scared kitten that I am.
“I’m here” she texts.
He’s 20 minutes away.
20 minutes!!
This person, shes only known him, truly known him, for 2 months.
It seems like an eternity.
“I know you.”
It’s one of the first things he said to her.
She didn’t even know herself.
She does now.
She knows. And shes scared.
She finds a lounge to smoke in.
Her hands fumble the pack out of her purse.
She struggles with the lighter.
Someone asks to borrow it.
Steady, confident.
They exchange pleasantries.
As she stands to leave he tells her to call him.
She knows his voice now.
A welcome rush of relief comes as he says hello.
Breathe.
Don’t talk too much.
Don’t say you’re sorry.
Find Him.
The airport is huge. Confusing.
He is here, somewhere.
Waiting for her.
She talks to Him as they seek each other
She has no idea what she is saying.
No recall of it later.
A photo of a man.
A photo of a truck.
She spots it.
Him.
Breathe. Confidence. Smile.
He opens the door.
Allows her in.
Stop shaking dammit!
“This is the first time I get to restrain you.” He says, Fastening her seat belt.
She melts.
She talks, trying to fill the airspace
She watches him drive
“Does he see me?”
She’s staring.
Can’t help herself
Breathe
He lights a clove cigar.
She is delighted to have a distraction, and lights a menthol
“That smells delightful sir.” she says.
Its one of the only parts of their conversation she can recall after.
He offers her some.
His hand comes to her mouth.
She tenses
Breathe
She inhales, paying more attention to his hands than the smoke.
Its older than hers, more refined
She wants to touch it.
To grab it and bring it to her chest.
She doesn’t dare.
Be calm, be confident. Her mantra.
They share the cigar.
Her becoming more bold.
Confident.
Letting her lips touch his fingers.
cupping her hand around his.
Her body tingles all over.
Longing for more.
and then,
He touches her.
Fire, courses through her veins.
She attempts to maintain composure.
She knows he can hear her breath quicken.
“I wasn’t supposed to do that.” He says.
Her body screams for more.
He caresses her breasts
She moans, the puddle in her panties growing.
Overwhelmed by her own scent.
Does he smell it?
The rest of the trip to the hotel is lost to her.
She’s his.
They park in the garage
She’s relaxed quite a bit on the ride
His hand had explored her body
And she’s excited for more
She knows she will soon kneel before him
Fully become his
She’s confident in her choice
Giving this gift to him
This gift of herself
They exit and head for the elevators
“Should I walk beside him?”
“Behind him?”
She feels suddenly awkward.
Her heals clack on the pavement
She decides to walk behind
Is that the right choice?
Does he still want her as she wants him?
Her heart quickens again as the reach the desk to check in.
He runs to the truck for forgotten wine.
She combs her hair through her fingers
Nervous habit
He comes back, and they head to the elevator.
She can hear her heartbeat in her ears
And wonders what he is feeling, thinking.
Room 603
She watches him, he pours wine,
Takes a sip, and walks to her
Their lips meet
Warmth fills her body as cool wine slides down her throat
“When you feel comfortable…”
She drops to her knees before he can finish his sentence
Knowing what he wants
“Be my Master” she says breathlessly
“Why?” Master smiles down at her
Why…her mind is suddenly devoid of words
Breathe
She whispers “Because this is all I’ve ever wanted.”
She is at eye level with the bulge in his jeans
He must have accepted, she doesn’t remember the words
Doesn’t remember if she was clothed or naked yet
Her mind fully on his sex
On hers
The next thing she remembers
Is his cock filling her mouth
He’s big, thick.
She worries she can’t do this right
He’s taking it slow
She knows he wants to fuck her mouth
Wills him to do it
He’s growing
She must be doing something right
Her pride in herself swells as he does
She’s moaning now
Loving Masters cock
His taste
Her own body building
Her legs are shaking
“Can you come from just sucking my Cock?”
She nods, his length still in her mouth
She’s holding back now
Fighting it with every fiber of her being
Her whole body vibrating
Excitement
Pleasure
Can’t breathe
Breathe
At some point he does start to really fuck her mouth
Now she really can’t breathe
She’s light headed, dizzy
Has she come yet?
Has he commanded her to?
She’s a quivering mess
He stops
Dips his cock in the wine
And shoves it back in he mouth
His taste and cool wine
His hand on her head
Forcing her deeper
Gagging
Eyes watering
He stops
Tells her to stand
Her legs are jelly
She can’t
He supports her
Oh how she loves him
Loves this
He sets her on the bed
Breathe
She sits on the bed
Overcome with wetness
He examines her body
And she his
Tattoos, scars, stories of their lives
She realizes she’s drunk
Is it on him?
The wine?
It matters not.
They fuck.
A series of commands, of sensations
All mixed together in her head
His breath is hot on her neck
His first entrance into her
Spreading her wetness
Making it his own
“Put a pillow under your hips”
“Turn around.”
Moving this way and that
Her body is all his
She follows every command
“Come”
“Come now”
She loses herself
Over and over
Everything is him
Her
He chooses to take her ass
She’s ripping apart
Screaming
Lost
He slows
Let’s her adapt
And takes her harder
She’s on her stomach now
His body pressing into hers
His hand pulling her hair
She’s screaming into the night
There are no words
She’s forgotten intelligible thought
Harder and faster
Her body exploding around him over and over
Shaking her to the core
From the void she hears him announcing his impending climax
And collapses on top of her
Their breath ragged
He gets up and wets a rag
Cleans her gently
She has pleased her Master
She is complete
That night she’s spends more time awake
Watching him sleep
Than she does sleeping herself
He wakes her by taking her again
Wiping her softly after, as he did before
And then he allows her to rest more
He brings her coffee to bed
It warms her body and her heart
She showers and realizes how much her body aches
Such a good ache
Her knees are rug burned
Putting on her makeup
She feels awkward again
Does she look pretty?
Is she enough?
He has assured her the whole time that she is
So why is she questioning herself?
They go to lunch
She wants to give him all the control
Let’s him place the order for wine
She isn’t even hungry
Doesn’t know when she last ate
Doesn’t care
He suggests some items on the menu and let’s her make a choice
Scallops her favorite
They drink wine and eat
Food has never tasted so good
It’s like all of her is a wired ball of sensation
She keeps thinking of last night
Her smile is evident
Is he thinking of it too?
Make conversation, she tells herself
Constantly questioning if her words are the right ones
Breathe
You’re his now
When they return to the hotel
They decide to nap
They plan to see the ball game that night
Something she wants
It makes her happy, his doing this for her
She tails her nails down his back as he falls asleep
Feeling all his perfect imperfections
Eventually, she sleeps too
They make their way to the game
She’s more at ease again
And excited
He gets beer , peanuts and popcorn
It’s cold
She wishes he’d hold her hand
Her team is losing
He teases her
Why won’t he hold my hand
Look at me!
See me!
Am I being punished?
I did tease him, too
Be still, don’t act like it’s getting to you
Brrrr
Can we leave?
She freezing, her team is losing, and for once in her life, She doesn’t care to stay the whole game.
He agrees
And they go back to the hotel
There may have been wine again
She doesn’t recall
She remembers her head hanging back over the bed
His cock fucking her mouth
Her throat
She’s losing herself
She remembers being told to strip
And to get another pillow for her hips
And she’s all his again
She’s building fast
She’s supposed to ask permission
Her mind screams “Master please!”
But her lips don’t work
She’s on top of him
Facing away
And her orgasm rips through her
Her come cascading down his shaft
He knows
He knows
Shit
“Did you just come without permission?”
“Yes sir” her breath is ragged.
He smacks her ass.
Hard.
She deserved that.
But she is ablaze in sensation
And it doesn’t feel painful, even though it probably should.
She’s building again
Fast
Begging with her words this time “Master please”
“MASTER PLEASE”
He keeps taking her
Every hole
And the moments are an eternity
The release
“Come”
She can’t even scream now
Her mouth is open
Head falling back
She’s not in this world anymore
She’s In his
She begs over and over
“Come”
“Come now”
“Come for me”
“Come for your Master”
“Good girl”
It all runs together.
She’s all pleasure and pain
Time doesn’t exist
Doesn’t need to
he finishes
Ecstasy
Morning,
she wakes and sees his hardness
He guides her to him
His taste is intoxicating
His hand on her head
She feels her hips grinding into the bed
He chokes her
And it draws more come from him
From her
“Do you want to come?”
He asks she moans against him
“You can come from sucking me alone”
She moans again
Longing for it
Her hands knotted in sheets
Her tongue swirling over him
Taking all of him
It’s too much
He knows
He’s enjoying making her wait
She squirms all over
Begging with her eyes
“Come now!”
Her screams are muffled by his cock
She feels herself squirting down her thighs
She’s amazed at herself
She never knew a simple word could cause so much.
He starts stroking himself into her mouth
She feels him emptying onto her tongue
It’s all she can do to not fall back to the void
She swallows him, licking her lips.
Loving every drop.
They lay together
He tells her he has to leave tomorrow
And the world crashes around her
Tears spring to her eyes
What is wrong with her?!
She knew this was going to happen
But she’s questioning everything
Is he leaving because I’ve done something wrong?
Why won’t he look at me?
Touch me?
He seems distant.
I think he sees the tears
He holds me
And they come more freely
What is wrong with me? She questions
They both have separate plans for the day
She doesn’t want to leave his side
She knows she must
But now that her brain has realized this bliss is coming to an end, she wants to cling more tightly.
She meets new friends
He goes to a gun show
She doesn’t see the friends
She doesn’t see the aquarium
She talks to them, of course, and acts as if she cares
Her mind is solely on him
His cock in her mouth
Being spanked
Hands pulling hair
She’s wet, and out with friends
Do they see the glimmer in her eyes when she speaks of him?
Do they see through her lies when she talks about her visit with “family”?
Each hour passes slowly
Until they leave and go to a bar
He’s coming to the bar
She fidgets in the booth
Waiting
Wanting
Relief floods her when he walks in
But she must act cool
Calm
Breathe
She wants to leap in his arms
To kiss him
She can’t
They drink
They eat
Sometimes their hands touch
Or his grazes her knee
They go out to smoke together
She’s drunk
He tells her no more drinks
She obeys
They have fun
Knowing Glances at each other
She wants him alone, now.
It’s so hard to know their time is coming to and end
She smiles though she’s pained
And eventually, they leave.Rope
Holy fuck he has rope
He’s not looking at me
And he’s doing something with the rope
Breathe
Her heart quickens
He’s clearly dedicated to his task
Can he smell her fear?
Her excitement?
She distracts herself by texting her friend
Her friend who knows her for what she is
Her friend that he found for her
She’s excited for her, and scared for her too
She sneaks pictures and sends them to her
“Is he making a flogger?” Her friend asks
They agree that’s what it is
Her blood pressure rising
He’s so intent on his task!
After minutes that seem like years…
“Roll on your stomach, clasp your hands behind your back.”
“Yes sir”
He sets to his task
Binding her
She smells him on the pillow
And tries to turn her head
She smells the rope
And feels is gliding, smooth yet rough,
Over her flesh
She regulates her breathing as best she can
Her pussy is reacting
She can feel her slit filling with moisture
It’s warm
She tries to squirm
And realizes she can’t
He stands over her
Using the tool he’s made all over her body
She expects pain
But it’s just a bit of a sting
He’s going easy on her
He must be
Does he realize she can take more?
She wants to take more for him
She only wants his pleasure
His pleasure, her pain
He says the flogger left redness on her skin
That he enjoys that
He unties her
And takes her body as his
She snaps into the void instantly this time
All sensation
Wordless cries
The only words she can form are the begging for her release
Repeated release
He fills her body once again
in the darkness, his sweet snores full her ears.
She realizes this may have been the last time this trip
She cries
After her silent tears have dried
She realizes he’s half awake
He and mentioned wanting to fall asleep in her
And she reminds him
He curls up behind her and places himself in her
They sleep
He most assuredly fell out of her sometime in the night but when she wakes, it’s to him entering her and demanding she come
She does instantly
He pulls her hair and tells her to come again
She releases
His arm is around her neck
She loves this feeling
And pushes back into his arm
He pulls out
And orders her to clean him up
Their mixed flavors in her mouth
She takes care to clean all of him
His cock, his balls
Sucking them into her mouth
He praises her
And for a moment, she forgets this is the end.
They dress
It’s quiet
They smoke
It’s quiet
Back in the room
It’s quiet
She wonders if she’s done something wrong
Wonders if he’s distancing himself for her sake
Or
Is it for his?
This silence seems forever as the clock tick
It’s almost over and he won’t look at me
She walks to his side
Kneels at his feet
He places his hand on her head and let’s her lay her head in his lap
She cries
She hates herself for crying
But she can’t make it stop
She composes herself and lays on the bed
He lays next to her
Allows her to rest her cheek on his cock
She starts to cry again
He knows how to silence her
He pushes his cock in her mouth
She takes all of him
She can now
She can choke herself
She is so happy with herself
She is pleasing her master
“Good girl”
She loves those words
He doesn’t finish
They remain clothed
She questions the words she just heard
On her stomach
Fully clothed
playing on her phone
She’s given up on him taking her again
And she knows it’s probably for the best
She didn’t lay this way with any intent
But he sees her ass up
And he lays across her body
Also fully clothed
His thickness pressed into her ass
He speaks into her ear
She can’t hear him
She’s all sensation again
Her pants come off and she hears him stand
Hears his belt buckle
And excitement floods her veins
He’s back on top of her in a flash
Plunging himself into her tight asshole
No relenting
No adjusting
She’s filled
It hurts
She screams under him
Into the bed
Into the void
He takes her hard
Fast
And the pain becomes pleasure
“Master please!”
“Come”
Maybe it was all the feelings
Maybe it was because she didn’t expect it
She doesn’t think he did, either
But she falls deeper into the void
She didn’t think there was any deeper
But the void is endless
She comes harder than she ever thought possible
She hopes he did, too.
He has to leave
She knows
She knows she has to soon return to her life too
But part of her wishes this was forever
She’s learned why she feels so lost
And finds comfort in her friends words
But the tears keep coming
She remembers he’s gotten her gift
And tells him
He had already remembered
And seems a bit perturbed she’s brought it up
She realizes her mistake and feels bad
But he still is delicate with her
And gives her a bracelet
She tells him she loves it as tears spring to her eyes again
She does love it
She loves him
Soon, he has to leave
She knows this is just a beginning
But she still aches
She wants to know how he is feeling
But he doesn’t tell her
He hugs her and she breathes him in one last time
He’s gone
She feels lost without him
She spends her day in bed
Eating chocolate
And other food they’d chosen at the store together
He’d prepared her food and fed her
She remembers and smiles
And cries
A dirty, ugly cry
She stares blankly at whatever is on tv
She sleeps restlessly off and on
He tells her when he gets home
She’s leaving tomorrow
She packs,
Plays on her phone
And misses his touch
His smell
She needs him to tell her she is enough
She fears unrealistically that she isn’t
She sleeps
The fog starts to lift
By the next morning, she’s feeling a little better.
She does miss her kids
Her home
Her bed
She Calls her spouse and acts normal
This is her new normal
She goes home to the man she loves but isn’t in love with
And waits for the next stolen moment with the man who holds her heart.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bfs88y/breathe_a_true_story_bdsm_master_slave_oral
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