After that first interaction one would think that my Master Demon lived in a dungeon of some sort and I would be tied up the whole day, being tortured. Nothing could be further from the truth. His place is very organized and clean, everything in its place, a perfectly made bed, towels folded in the bathroom… Maybe his controlling personality shows up in the details. Being the messy person I am, I often get scolded for not organizing things like I should. Scolded is not a proper word, because Master has never as much as raised his voice to me. Who would guess a demon could be so calm?
He is like no one I ever met. He says things you would never expect to listen and he does that in a really simple manner. And not because he’s trying to be nonchalant, but because he is. That’s something he always says. He is. Another day he asked me why I liked long showers, and added “There is no shower that can wash your dirtiness. It’s like a sin that never washes off. It’s forever with you. It’s forever like a brand, but a brand that you carry on your soul. A brand that will never be erased, no matter what happens. It’s not like a tattoo, because a tattoo can be removed, but a brand on your soul stays forever with you, you take it with you to the afterlife, missy!”. I was speechless, something that doesn’t happen often except when I’m with Master. He’s very intense and there’s also the mind reading thing. That was one of these moments. I was just thinking that he scares me sometimes.
“As it should be, little whore. I want you to fear me but I want you to worship me. I want you to pray to me because I decide what happens to you. I want to edge you to the point that you can’t walk because every stimuli makes your pussy want to explode. I want to make you crave that fucking orgasm like your life depends on it.”
I was shocked hearing that, but also turned on. What’s wrong with me? Yes, I know, he said there’s nothing wrong with me, it’s just him. His effect on my body and soul.
Today is Friday and I got home earlier. I open the door and everything is dark and quiet. I walk to the bedroom and open the door silently. He’s sitting there in the shadows, on a mat on the floor. “Master?” I whisper. No answer.
I walk into the bedroom and silently close the door behind me. I take a minute to admire him. Yes, he definitely has some effect on my body and soul.
“Master, may I undress for you? Then sit behind you, wrapping my legs around you as I massage your shoulders and neck, Sir?”. All I want now is to rub my face all over his back and slide my fingers on his thighs. His skin sets me on fire. I wait a minute and hear my answer.
“You can sit behind me and wrap yourself around my back while reaching your feet between mine, as you run your hands through my hair. And you rub your nipples all over my back. You lick the back of my neck. I want you to smell me and inhale me so that the smell of your Master is forever engrained in your brain. I want your hands reaching for my cock from behind me and stroking it as you whisper in my ear…”
“What should I say, Sir?”, I’m already whispering.
“Thank you Sir for my life, thank you for the breath I take and for the salvation you give” he says seriously.
I inhale his smell of chocolate, smoke and heat. Heat does have a smell, doesn’t it? His scent makes my nipples harder and I press them against his back, wanting to feel his body, the sensation of this male almost too much for me to bear. I reach for his already hard cock, sliding my hands up and down.
He’s sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed as he rests his hands on his knees. Those long fingers that pinch my nipples when I don’t behave, but also caress my cheeks and hair when I am a good girl. The only hint that he’s enjoying my touch is cock growing bigger and bigger in my hands. I’m worshipping his body and offering myself to him with all my heart, my body and my soul. I look over his shoulder and I can’t believe my eyes, his bulging demon cock is so beautiful that I drool and I know my eyes sparkle at the same time. I bite my lips, mesmerized as I look at such a perfect penis. I stroke it harder and harder, rubbing my nipples on his back, trying to get some response. Master sits still, eyes shut, and never stops growing in my hands. I rub my wet pussy on his back, feeling the wetness dripping from me. With one hand I reach for his chest and caress him, sliding my fingers up and down. I’m on my knees, kissing and licking his skin, his taste driving me crazy, my right hand never leaving his cock, harder and harder, all I want is to please my Master. I grin when I feel his balls tightening, so close… Spiting in my hand I spread it on his bulging head, messy and sloppy, squeezing his balls softly with one hand and the other stroking this impossibly hard cock, wanting to feel his warmth, his smell, his taste.
Master didn’t move. He’s sitting with his eyes closed and his legs crossed, and I feel I’m worshipping some satanic statue. The only sign of life is his cock, growing and pulsating. His balls are heavy in my hand, full of his seed. Demon seed?
A moan escapes my lips. My pussy is soaking and all I’m doing is touching his cock. Well, and grinding myself against his body, like I’m a dancer in a trance, swaying my body in the rhythm of the strokes. I scoop some of the wetness that is pooling between my legs and spread it on his cock in an almost feverish rhythm, each movement making me feel hotter and hornier. My juices drip down his dick that bulges and throbs, thick veins showing. I scream and moan, there’s an unexplained warmth all over me.
I open my eyes wide because suddenly I can feel Master inside my pussy even though he’s sitting as still as ever with his eyes closed. I look at the veiny throbbing cock in my hand and I swear I can feel the exact same throbbing inside of me. And his face so calm as if he was not the death of me. I watch his serene face as I come apart, moaning and screaming, my entire body shaking, on the verge of an orgasm. I grab his hair and pull him closer, grinding myself harder on him, and he doesn’t make a move even when I squeeze his cock as if my life depends on his juice. I feel him as if he’s fucking me, moving my insides with his powerful thrusts, his penis filling every inch of me. I caress my belly as I feel the bulge appearing from out of nowhere. Tears streaming my cheeks as I moan and pant, I can feel my pussy clutching as if his cock was inside me, my throat dry from screaming and panting. I feel more tears roll down my face and I’m dripping, soaking wet with my own arousal.
Suddenly I can hear Master’s deep voice in my mind!
“Look at you, little slave, you have never been so wet and dripping! Do you want to cum? Do you want the sweet release of pleasure to wash your sinful body? Do you?”
A scream rips through my head and mixes with my own screams. I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I feel pleasure coming from deep inside my core.
“Yes, Sir, please! I want to feel as if I will die with so much pleasure. Please, Master!”
I can feel him allowing me to orgasm as my body grows weak. I can feel my Master’s grip on my mind really allowing me to cum, to imbibe in that pleasure, and I stroke his cock, clenching it and moving my hips frantically as I feel the heat growing in my pelvis.
I can feel him throbbing harder and then exploding, his demon seed spreading all over himself and my hand. Exactly at this moment he opens his eyes and turns towards me, looking straight into my soul.
It’s like a beautiful painting, his cum all over him and my hand, and I can feel myself drenched as if Master filled me with his load. His look triggers another orgasm and I can’t hold it anymore. I’m undone, turned into a screaming and trembling mess.
He smiles, more like a grin, when he sees me spasm and shake, dripping my juices all over the floor, he’s grinding my nipples and pulling them as I twitch and shake. I can’t articulate words so I just look at him with teary eyes, moaning in ecstasy, staring at him as I cum, my face frozen and caught in his gaze. When I can finally think I say “Thank you my Master for allowing me to orgasm. I truly am reborn in your grace.”
“That’s my slave. Now go, leave me to my meditation. But before you go, give me a kiss on my demon lips. Good slave.”
I kiss him softly and then crawl to the bedside, lying there and falling asleep while I watch my Master peacefully meditate.
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