For a long time she had fantasized about being someone’s toy, but had never really thought it would be practical or being that comfortable with anyone for that matter. Then she saw an ad, one that piqued her interest. An occultist was looking for someone to do a ritual with, one that would be playing around with possession and ownership. Being curious, and having a bit of a fascination with the paranormal and occult, a message was sent.
After hearing back from him and a bit of a back and forth they agree to meet for coffee, on his behest, middle of the day, well lit and well populated. She thought apoun meeting him that it was not what she expected. He was very nondescript, casual, friendly and actually very normal. They talked about what the ritual would be, and what could be the outcome. She was not prepared for the outcome.
He was very comforting while she got into position, he didn’t remove a stitch of clothing on himself, but bound her hands and feet tightly. After lighting a few candles and some incense, he started saying some words and tracing things on her body with his fingers lightly. This turned her on, but what kicked it to a different level was the fact he never touched anything sensitive. After a bit she knew she was soaked, but also felt like something was pushing it’s way into her. She could see the occultist and knew he wasn’t doing it, yet, it pushed further, filling her up. She could feel it press against her womb and it felt like it was going to keep going, yet she wanted it to, her thoughts turned to absolute desire and need for whatever this was to violate her being.
It pushed further breaching her needy womb, she could feel the cold heat from it reaching for each of her ovaries and it pulling itself fully into her. She orgasmed, not the biggest one she ever had, but the most surprising. He declared the ritual complete. She wanted more but was satisfied with that, it was an experience.
The next day she woke up, soaked, horny and her mind filled with the occultist. She needed to talk to him, text him, have him in her. It was then she noticed her fingers were already inside her about to coax an orgasm out. Throughout the day she kept thinking she needed to get to him, show him her yearning body, until she broke down and started texting desperately. Sending pictures she would never send to anyone. Saying things and needing things that were perverse by anyones standards. When he responded she got wetter, and she asked, what do you command master? I will do anything you desire. She was his toy and plaything and she couldn’t be happier.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v39li4/another_encounter_ive_had_as_a_master_and