Read Leased part 1 [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xns2e5/leased/)
It had finally come. The day you would meet the Master. You had the same feeling as in the beginning, when you’d eagerly signed up for something, then the worry crept in. That you’d bitten off more than you could chew.
You thought about those notes you had written him. What you had said. How you admitted to pleasuring yourself in his bed, and what you were prepared to do next. How could you have been so stupid. What if this man is nothing like you imagined.
Your daily package of clothing was waiting outside the door. It was wrapped, this time. You chose not to look inside until you were finished your tasks for the day.
Time seemed to stretch out, and compress at once. You knew every tick of the house’s many clocks brought you closer to the dilemma you were churning over in your mind already. Every tick reminded you of that final scratch of the pen, as you signed the contract.
You could have left. That was permitted. And half the money was yours already. That was so much more than you could have made in this time, at a normal job. No, the money wasn’t holding you back.
And yet…
When the hour grew close, you stood in your attic room, fresh from the shower looking down at the package. Inside a pair of sleek black heels. A sheer, close fitting evening dress. And… nothing.
You put it on.
In many ways he defied your expectations. He was younger than you thought, and had the appearance of an “ordinary man” – to an extent. He wore a pair of navy suit pants, a simple belt and a light blue shirt, open at the collar. The shirt fit close enough that you could tell he took care of his body… but little else.
Over dinner he asked many questions, and smiled at your answers. About your life, your passions. Your nerves were smoothed by the simple, good natured talk. But never quite extinguished. He complimented your cooking, and your appearance. The warmth you felt inside at these words came with a prickle of shame.
As the dinner drew to a close, he turned to you with a smirk. “You can clean up now”.
You were taken aback. The warmth of the conversation had given way to a command. The sting of the abrupt change felt like a whip. You cast your eyes downwards, and began gathering the cutlery.
He watched you, while you worked. Washing the plates. Then, as you began to dry, you felt his presence behind you.
“Why are you here?”
“I- I needed the money”
“Are you sure? Lots of people need money but… not enough to do this…”
“I-”
“No”, he interrupted, “I think you’re here for another reason. You can’t tell me that it didn’t appeal to you…”
“Well…”
“To hand yourself over, to *submit?*”
“…yes.”
“You knew what you were doing. The money is important, but only as a symbol.
You fantasise about it, don’t you. About a strong man, coming to take care of you. Protecting you from your problems. Making you feel like they don’t matter.”
“Yes, sir.”
His hands were wrapped around your waist, his voice coming to you now as a whisper, directly into your ear.
“And all you have to do in return… is be the perfect little whore”
“Yes Daddy”, you moaned, then instantly flushed with embarrassment.
He took your hand and led you into another room. Your heels clicked on the hard wood, every step reminded you of how you had put them on, just for him. You felt warm inside.
He led you to a cushion on the floor. Standing, with it between you, you felt a strange sense of ritual. You smoothed the material of your black dress, conscious of how he had chosen it for you.
“Do you feel safe?”
“Yes, sir”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, sir”
“Then kneel.”
You did it, without thinking, without hesitation. After a day of doubt, certainty had come. Without instruction, you slid your hands behind your back, closed your eyes, and opened your mouth. You felt like his desires no longer needed to be spoken. Was this how it felt to be a priestess in ancient times?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the thing you had been dreaming of for so long. It parted your lips, forcing you to open wider. The warmth began to spread across them. Then across your tongue. As it made its way across your tongue you became aware of the taste, and your mouth began to fill with saliva. The smooth head, giving way to ridges. His cock slowly made its way back. The sensations were overwhelming, touch, taste, smell. You felt the pressure building, his hand resting on your head, blessing you. You finally relented, relaxed, and gave up your throat, sliding it all the way down until your nose pressed tight against his body.
He held it. Your lungs burned. Just when you felt it could go on no longer he drew back, and you gasped. The air tasted sweeter than any breath you had ever taken.
You caught sight of yourself in a mirror. Kneeling. The mascara you had so carefully applied earlier now cascading down your cheeks in black tears, mixing with the saliva dripping from your chin. Your cheeks reddened with shame.
He knelt down and brushed aside your hair with genuine affection. “You’re doing so well” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead. The shame melted away.
Wordlessly, you opened your mouth again. You were ready. He filled your throat. Again. And again. And again. Each time you felt more prepared, more relaxed. The pace began to increase. Soon he was simply fucking your mouth. Using it. And you gave it to him. And soon you would get your reward.
He didn’t pull out to orgasm, simply slowed down. The first pulse filled your mouth, coating your tongue. Then he thrust again, pumping it down your throat. Stroke after stroke his cum slid down inside you.
He stood back, and smoothed your hair. “You belong to me now”, he said with a smile, and you returned it. “I will see you tomorrow.”
When you returned to your room that night, before your shower you laid in your bed, still filthy, face still covered in caked tears and pre cum, and rubbed yourself to ecstasy.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xoif88/leased_part_2_mf_slavery