My Master [MM + BDSM]

My Master’s bed is firm against my back. The rope he chose is soft on my wrists, but binds them securely to the headboard; his are the only hands that will touch my body tonight. My knees are bent and my legs splayed apart, as he instructed, leaving me vulnerable and open for him. He kneels at my side, eyeing me with admiration, his slick finger poised at my entrance. I am naked, exposed, completely at his mercy. It is such a wonderful place to be.

“Are you ready, my darling?” my Master asks, his voice quiet and expectant.

I shiver in anticipation. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

He smiles approvingly and touches his soft, wet, fingertip to my entrance; I shudder at the cold contact. He lingers for a moment, his finger resting against me, neither retreating nor pushing forward.

“You’re tense,” he says. His tone is neutral, neither disapproving nor sympathetic. A simple statement of fact.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I mumble, avoiding his eyes.

“Hush, pet. It’s alright,” he reassures me, his voice softening. “You are doing well. I have faith in you.” He reaches out with his free hand, cupping it around my cheek. “Look into my eyes.”

I obey. He fixes me with his gaze, his deep brown eyes full of love and tenderness, and begins moving his fingertip in minute circles around my rim, still maintaining that feather-light touch.

“You are so beautiful like this,” he says, his voice low and sonorous. “Naked and open, submitting to me. So perfect. So good.”

I feel myself relaxing as he speaks, his words washing over me, sweeping away the tension and replacing it with submissive tranquillity. My cock twitches and stiffens, hungry for its Master’s touch. Still his finger circles, pressing against my rim, gently coaxing me open.

“Who do you belong to, boy?” my Master asks in that same soft voice.

“I belong to you, Master,” I answer, my voice trancelike. “My body is yours. My pleasure is yours. I exist only to serve you…”

“Good boy,” my Master continues. “You are all mine. Just lie still, open up for me. I’ll take care of you…”

I sigh, feeling myself loosen further under the gentle swirling of his finger. And then, without warning, he pushes into me – firm, confident, allowing me no time to tense up, giving me no choice but to yield. I close my eyes and moan, high and helpless, as he slides his finger into me, all the way down to the base. There is no hiding the depth of my pleasure – I am utterly open to him, and utterly at his mercy.

“Good boy,” my Master praises me, his voice warm and brimming with delight. “Good boy. Good pet. God, you’re so beautiful. Your moans are so delicious.” He lifts his hand from my cheek and grips my shoulder, bracing against it while his other finger stays deep inside me.

“Th-thank you, Master” I stutter, my toes curling instinctively at the intensity of the sensation. “It feels s-so good, Master…”

“Embrace it, pet,” I hear him say. “Don’t fight the pleasure. Give it all to me.”

I moan again, and hear him chuckle. Before I can recover from the first rush of feeling, he slides his finger out of me slightly, and then pushes it back in. The gentle friction tingles through the sensitive nerves of my entrance and up my spine; a warm pleasure pulses deep in my pelvis, right at the base of my cock. I’m rock hard now, and throbbing against empty air. How I yearn for my Master’s firm hand around my shaft, or his wet tongue upon my tip – for him to stroke me, or suck me, until I come in hot thick ropes that splatter across my chest. But it will not happen; not tonight. Tonight I am to be a vessel for a different kind of pleasure, and my Master alone will choose how it is provided. That is the purpose for which I have been restrained. It is not for me to question.

And so I lie, and moan, and tug against the ropes so that I can feel them dig into my wrists and remind me who I belong to. And my Master slides his finger gently in and out, over and over, allowing me no reprieve from the tantalising pressure.

“Good boy, good boy,” he murmurs. “Feel your cock twitching. Feel that pleasure building. And now…”

He curls his finger, stroking it slowly over my prostate, and I writhe helplessly, yanking at my restraints and flexing my legs against the bed, a desperate keening noise escaping unbidden from my lips. He keeps stroking, every curl of his finger feeding the hot pool of pleasure in my hips. With each pulse, the sensation creeps a little further up my shaft – even now I can anticipate the ecstasy that will come when it finally reaches the tip. I breathe heavily, struggling for rational thought in the midst of such intense sensation.

“Master – ah, fuck, Master, it f-feels so good,” I babble, my voice quavering with delight. “It feels like I’m c-coming, but so slowly, so slowly, Master… ah…”

“Good boy,” my Master croons, still curling his finger steadily inside me. “Is it not a wonderful sensation?”

“It is, it is,” I say desperately. “It’s so wonderful. Thank you, Master, thank you…”

“Good boy. Now…” The pace of my Master’s stroking slows, and then stops. “Look into my eyes again.”

My eyes are still shut, but I open them at his command. He gazes on me, a tender smile playing on his lips. His finger is still inside me, perfectly stationary; I feel my muscles flexing around it, trying in vain to close, and even that tiny motion is enough to make me whimper. My Master laughs softly.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he says, his voice deep and earnest. “You are so dear to me.”

“I love you too, Master,” I answer. “I love belonging to you. I love everything you do to me.”

He leans down and kisses me long and hard, his tongue sliding against mine. I moan, surprised, and hear him grunt in response. When he breaks from the kiss and sits up again, his face is flushed and his smile is broader than ever.

“Good boy,” he says. “Now, show me just how much pleasure you can take.”

He curls his finger inside me once more, and my cock twitches with arousal, and I cry out as a fresh wave of sensation bears me away.

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