Master

I told you not to play with your pussy today, but you didn’t listen. You spent the day rubbing your clit thinking about my cock being deep inside you. You had orgasm after orgasm until you finally had to take a nap. Exhausted from your efforts. I come from work and find you sleeping, naked and your pussy all red. You did not obey me and now you will be punished and re-trained.

I grab you by the wrist and startle you out of your slumber. You aren’t fully awake as I begin to drag you out of bed. You almost cry out and a whimper escapes your lips. I’m not hurting you physically but your pride is being shamed as it dawns on you why I am so furious. Your other hand reaches up trying to pry my hand of you. You squirm and kick lightly as you are dragged from the bed and onto the floor.

You whimper, “No, please don’t. I will go without you dragging me.” I reply in a solemn tone, “You are mine. You will do what I say, when I say. I am your Master and you should have done as you were told.” You reply, “I couldn’t help it. I needed it. You made me this way.”

I stop dragging you and allow you to get to your feet. I don’t let go of your wrist. My grasp is firm and hard. Once you are on your feet, I lead you down the hall to the kitchen. Once we enter the room you see that all but one of the chairs has been removed from the table and a pillow sits on the floor. I lead you to the pillow and say, “Kneel.” Without protest you lower yourself into pillow in the kneeling position. I say, “Hands by your side.” And you listen like a good little sub.

I know you are famished and I can tell that you haven’t eaten all day. I open the fridge and take out a steak and some cherries. I cook the steak without even glancing at you. When it is done cooking, I place it on a plate and put it in front of the only chair at the table. You know better than to get up or touch the plate. You stay kneeling and don’t move but the smell has your stomach doing backflips. Hunger has overcome you but you listen to your Master.

I quickly whip an egg white in a bowl and holding the cherries by the stems I dip them into the egg white. Once they are fully coated, I remove them and sprinkle them with sugar and set them on a drying rack. When I am done making the sugared-cherries I clean up the counter and move the drying rack to the table. By the time I am done eating my steak the cherries will be dry and ready.

Before I sit down, I pull the blind fold out of my back pocket. You think, “Oh God. Not this again.” I walk around behind you and push you down further so you are now ass to heals as you kneel. I place the blind fold over your head and I hear your soft, muffled gasp as the light of the day is gone. And the only thing you see is darkness.

You hear the chair scrape across the floor as I sit and slide toward the table. You can hear the fork and knife working as I cut the steak into bite sized pieces. And now you can hear my enjoyment as I take the first bite of the steak. After I swallow my bite, I say to you, “Tilt your head up and open your mouth.” You listen to your Master and do exactly as you are told. I feed you a piece of the steak.

I alternate between eating and feeding you and this continues until the steak is gone. “Now it is time for something sweet. “Open your mouth again” I say. You do as you are told and the contrast of the sweetness of the sugar and the tart of the cherry is intoxicating. We eat until all the sugared cherries are gone and the only things left are stems and pits.

I tell you, “Put your head down and place your hands in your lap. This is the position of a sub waiting for her Master. I will tell you when you can get up.” I stand and slide my chair back. Picking up the dishes, I move to the sink. I slowly and methodically wash, dry and put away the dishes while you wait patiently for me. “Good girl” I think.

When I’m finished with the dishes, I walk over to you and tell you to stand. You do exactly as you are told and I say, “I am pleased with how you’ve submitted yourself to me. If you continue in this way, I will let you enjoy yourself later.” With that I pick you up and cradle you in my arms. Your head falls into my shoulder as I walk out of the kitchen and down the hall to our bathroom. You squeeze your eyes shut under the mask as you try to anticipate what is to come next. I set you down and you squirm a little when your bare feet hit the cold tile floor. You stumble a little from disorientation.

You hear the faucet turn on and the echo of water. You realize that I am drawing a bath. Your body leans up against the wall and you think, “Oh God. A bath sounds Devine.” The bath water turns off a few minutes later and I return to you. This time I am behind you, guiding you to the tub. You feel my body against yours. Somehow, while the tub was filling, I took my clothes off and you can feel my skin upon yours.

As you get closer to the tub I say, “Step. Be careful.” I hold you and guide you as you step blindly into the bathtub. Your foot sinks into the warm water. It is deeper than you remember and you have to clutch me to keep your balance. I whisper into your ear, “You have to depend upon me for everything. I am your Master.” You lower yourself into a sitting position in the warm water.

You hear small splashes as I lower myself into the tub beside you. With slight pressure on your shoulder, I push you back until you are up against the wall of the tub. The water is just below your shoulders as you lay back, relaxing, stretching out. We both fit easily in this tub. It was one of the selling features of the home to us. And moments later you feel the jets turn on. The churning water instantly relaxes you.

I tell you to slide forward so I can sit behind you. You comply and feel my hard cock slip down your back as I lower myself behind you. My hands are now on your shoulders, massaging away your tension. I slip the blindfold off your eyes and you are caught off guard that the room is dark except for one small candle burning on the sink. You don’t turn to look at me as your eyes adjust to the candle light. You know a good girl, a good sub, wouldn’t look directly at her Master.

I take your body wash and pour it into my hands. I take your left arm and raise it out of the water. I begin slowly rubbing the soap over your right arm. Your arm is small within my large hands and I move down your arm, to your forearm and hand. I pay particular attention to each, individual, finger and momentarily our fingers are intertwined as I work the soap on your skin. Your breath hitches at the intimacy. Then my other hand joins the first and I begin the most relaxing, amazing, intoxicating hand massage you’ve ever received.

You have to fight against groining and lean against me. My hard cock pressed into your lower back. You struggle to stay quiet as I move to give your other hand the same treatment. Between your full stomach, the massage and the bubbling jets of warm water you are afraid you just might drift away, on a pampered level.

I use a wash cloth to wash your face and neck. Then down to your chest where I cup and wash each breast with particular care. You start to drift off to sleep.

You wake when you feel me frothing shampoo into your hair. I massage your scalp as you lean all your weight against my chest. When I rinse, I hold your neck with one hand. Tilting your head backwards I dip a cup under, a now running, faucet and pour the clean, warm water over you.

Now I’m using the wash cloth again to wash your body. My hands explore your hips and move to your inner thighs. I drain and refill the tub to get fresh water after my initial scrub down of you. I hold you against the heat of my body so you are warm the entire time it takes for the tub to refill. Once the tub is full, I continue where I left off.

I grab your inner thigh and begin massaging it harder than I did your upper body. You can’t stop the groan that escapes you. You think about how good this feels. I flip you around so I can massage your thighs with both hands. You look down, staring my hard cock, knowing you can’t look directly at your Master. I continue working down your legs to your calves and all the way to your toes where I proceed to give you a foot massage.

You can’t believe the feeling. This rivals the incredible hand massage you just received. You lean back against a jet and allow it to work out any remaining kinks in your body. Your eyes are half shut and relaxation has completely enveloped you. I take your foot into my hands and press my thumb deep into your arch. You moan again and a smirk appears upon my face.

I squeeze the pad of your foot between my hands and you nearly drift off to sleep again. My hands shift you in the water, startling you out of your slumber. I say, “Wake up my little sub.” You blink and look around realizing that the jets are off. I tell you, “Get on your knees. Lean forward. Forearms on the edge of the tub with your ass in the air.”

As you move into the position, you notice a towel is folded up and placed over the edge of the tub. Knowing that it’s meant for you, you move to the towel and do just as your Master has instructed. You place your forearms on the edge of the tub, getting onto your knees. Your ass is in the air and just above the water. I move behind you. It is the perfect view.

Your mouth drops open as I begin to rub up and down your ass. You’re slippery from the water and I splash more water up with every pass. I squeeze your ass cheeks, separate and knead them. All the sleepiness escapes through my touch. My touch is different from before. There is now an intent to my movement. My fingers stretch and flex on your skin. Probing. Lingering in certain areas.

Even with all of this you are still shocked when the palm of my hand lands on your ass. You yelp and swing your head around on instinct catching yourself before you make eye contact with your Master. My gaze is locked on your ass as I continue to rub and knead. I say just one word, “Count.” As my thumbs start circling your, your, that place. “And ask me for more while you count.”

A rush of air expels from your lungs. All the relaxation from a few minutes ago is gone. Your stomach clenches in rebellion and you think, “I can’t believe he is going to do this to me right now.” And then in a louder, more commanding voice I say again, “Count.” And I smack your other ass cheek. “Count!” I demand. And then my hands are massaging the sting away and my thumbs are circling around your back passage again.

My fingers move and begin teasing your pussy. A tingling sensation comes over you right as I land another smack on your ass. You cry out, “One. Master may I have another?” I immediately spank you again. You whimper, “Two. Master may I have another?” My left hand moves around to the front of your pussy and begins massaging your clit and with my right hand I insert one, long finger, inside you. Your hands shake where you are leaning over the tub. You’re tired, angry and turned on. Liquid fire is stoking in your belly.

You exhale just as your body starts to relax and I bring down another ruthless slap on your ass. “Three. Master may I have another?” you cry out. Your toes curl in furious disgust as the words escape your lips. You don’t turn to look at me but you can feel my masculinity and dominance over you. My hand comes down on your other ass cheek and you yip, “Four. Master may I have another?”

The blows continue. If you thought I was teasing you before, it is nothing compared to now. Two fingers slip inside you. They stretch and flex, driving you crazy. My other hand curves over the top of your hip and begins rubbing your clitoris again. I pull away only long enough to deliver another blow and you continue to count. You’re so mad, but it feels amazing. Sublime. I’ve learned to read your body. I knew the bath would get you fully prepared for this.

You have an internal battle and think, “This isn’t fair. Please don’t stop.” “Seven. Please Master may I have another.” You cry out as my fingers drive back into you. You’re so torn with emotions, as I start finger fucking you even harder. Your hips start moving back and forth into me, sloshing the water around. You don’t care as long as I just don’t stop. I yank you backwards so you can feel my rock-hard length up against your ass. Your body clenches around my fingers. You cry out, “Yes. Yes! Fuck me.”

You rub your ass back and forth on my cock as you buck against my fingers. I land another solid wallop on your ass before grabbing your hip for leverage and jamming my cock between your ass cheeks. I move my length up and down the crack of your ass and you count for your Master. Nine and ten come fast and you barely have time to count them before I lift you up and turn you so you are now sitting on the towel.

Your ass barely fits on the edge of the tub and you have to brace your feet in the water to keep your balance. I immediately push your legs apart and my head dives for your pussy. My mouth locks on your swollen button. I suck and tease and lick you until you are insane with it. You’re so primed that you scream out from your orgasm almost immediately. Your hands are gripping the edge of the tub. “Oh God. Oh God. Yes.” You cry out. The high is so high that it feels like the top of your head is going to explode. I keep sucking you through the whole thing.

It’s so long, so bright. Your legs quake with aftershocks. I stand and lift you by the waist, lowering you back into the water. You look up at me trying to thank me but jumbling the words. I’ve literally fucked you stupid. I push you up against the back of the tub and grab the hair on the back of your head as I kneel in front of you.

I push my cock right in front of your face. My hand grabs the back of your head and pulls your face right up to my cock. You start to open your mouth, thinking I want you to suck it but I only pull you close enough to watch me. I begin to stroke it. My hand moving quickly on the hard shaft. The head growing as I squeeze it just enough to force the head to go slightly purple.

I jerk roughly back and forth around the shaft and with every stroke the head almost touches your lower lip. My hand rolls over the head, twisting as I jerk. Your sex clinches, saliva lubricates your mouth. You have the urge to stick your tongue out. You want to put it in your mouth. Right as you start to open your mouth I say, “Watch.” I shift forward suddenly, gliding my cock up against your cheek. It is so hard, but soft like velvet. The head is bulbous and purple. I slide it all along your cheek and up into your hair.

I pull it back down and use the tip to glide between your upper lip and nose. Then onto your other cheek. Replaying what I just did. You take a deep breath and inhale my essence, my scent. Your pussy contracts as I move my cock back to your other cheek. I begin pumping myself again. I pull back slightly and every time I jerk it, I rub the head up against your cheek.

My breathing, noticeably increases. You can hear the sound of my hand sliding up and down my shaft. Skin on skin. I never let go of the controlling grip on the back of your head. With the way I have ahold of you, you can’t look up to see my face anymore. You can only watch my shaft as I stroke it. You start begging internally for my cock to finally push into your mouth. You wonder what I would taste like, right now.

And then my finger taps at your lips and I say, “Open.” You comply for your Master immediately. I begin jerking harder, faster. I only let the tip touch at the opening of your wet bottom lip. I breath, “Good girl” as I continue jacking off. “Such a good fucking girl” I moan. And then I ejaculate.

White ropes of cum shooting at your open mouth, down your chin and onto your breasts. You gasp and your mouth closes as you swallow. “Open” I say, and you do. I rub the tip of my cock over your lips as I continue to orgasm, painting your lips with my seed. I squeeze myself and continue to jerk up and down the length of my shaft. When I’m done, I run my thumb over the end of my cock, up your chest, over your chin and into your mouth.

“Suck” I command. You do. Sucking my thumb and all the cum I’ve just filled your mouth with. You swallow all the cum down. “Good girl. Master is pleased” I say. I let go of the back of your head and stroke your hair saying’ “Good girl. That is my good girl.” And your chest swells with pride.

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