Teasing the Fairy






            "Wh… What are we doing, Master?" I asked, sounding unconcerned. I knew whatever it was that was happening, it was for a reason, so I was mostly just curious. "No need for questions, pet. Only obedience." Master said in a tone that sent shivers down my spine. It was gentle, but hard as iron beneath, a tone that cared for my comfort but brooked no argument. I would obey, it was my place. Sol followed up his statement with a tug on my leash. Five minutes ago, Master had entered my room, demanding I strip, and so of course, I had stripped down, left with nothing but my cage and collar as he clipped a leash to said collar. 


      "Ah…… here we are." Here seemed to be a bare, empty room, with a chain and shackles hanging down from the ceiling. Was he going to…..? "Arms up, Aren." I obeyed without question, and soon my wrists were locked in the restraints, the chain to the celling just long enough to allow me to stand comfortably, the restraints padded on the inside to ensure I wasn't hurt in any way. I stood, silently looking at Sol in anticipation as he looked at me, his pet, bare and helpless before him. His gaze was so incredibly arousing, and I could only imagine the thoughts in his head as he looked me up and down, the ways in which he might take his pleasure from me.


             "Oh! One last touch, pet." He moved behind me, and as I began to turn my head, he put a hand against my cheek. Eyes forward, then. After only a few moments, a silken black cloth was lowered over my eyes, my vision gone as he tied it behind my head. "You will not speak unless spoken to." came his order immediately after. "Y…. yes, master….." I replied timidly. And suddenly, his presence at my back was gone, and, even worse, a moment later my leash went slack, swinging down as it fell to the floor. A small thing of anxiety went through me. My lifeline was gone, master had cast me into a world of darkness. I reached out with my psychic powers, searching for him, and…… nothing. He was hiding from me with his dark type abilities, and I felt frightened, alone. What if he had left? But….. he wouldn't do that….. unless…… My mind spiraled as I started to panic, bereft of Master's comforting presence. "Mas…" 


                I only managed to get out the first syllable before his hand crashed into my rear, giving my left cheek a hard slap, hard enough that I knew I'd be sporting his handprint for a while. My body shivered in ecstacy, glorying in the sudden pain that brought pleasure, but there was more, a deep seated satisfaction at the contact, like a drink of water to a man in the desert. It was glorious, and I wanted….. needed more. "What did I say, pet? Do not speak unless spoken to."


                 I gave a small nod, still trying to recover from his touch, my cage already tight. Just as quickly as Master's presence was felt, he was gone again. The need to be touched once more burned in my chest as my spanked rear gently throbbed, a comforting reminder of him. It felt like hours that I stood there, but it was probably only a few minutes before his hand was placed on my shoulder. I had to stifle a moan as heat radiated outward through my body from the point of contact. It was pure bliss, my body so softly touched by the man who owned it. Only Master could make me feel like this with just a simple touch.


                  His hand moved to my side, feeling along it as his other touched me as well. He dragged his fingers along, almost tickling my sides as he slowly and deliberately felt me up. He explored my body like he expected there to be a test that was most of his grade for the year on the subject. Not a single inch was left unexplored, every contour mapped, every valley and hill thourghly investigated. The sensation left me breathless. I'd never felt so desirable, so wanted before as he dragged his hands along my soft, helpless body, and my cage was dripping my arousal.


                   Hands eventually retreated and something hot and hard pressed against my belly, right above my caged member. I was very familiar with this object, and in fact, it wouldn't be false to say it was one of my favorite things in the world. His tip dragged lower, until I could no longer feel him skin to skin, only as a pressure against my cage. "Good girl. This is where you belong." he whispers, much closer than I expected. My leaking only intensified as he reinforced my place with every grind against my cage. He was the male, big, strong, virile, the one in control, and me? I was his girl. Dainty, delicate, helpless before his raw masculine sexuality. I was no male, even the simple pleasure of an erection was rightfully kept from me, I relied on my man for all my pleasure.




                 "Would you like to be unlocked?" he asks, further away now. I could picture him already pulling out his key, and I shook my head no. This earned a chuckle from him as he patted my head. "Good girl. Would you like to squirt, then?" He'd taken to calling my orgasms squirting, claiming the weak, watery, dribbling ejaculations I made when he bred me were far too pathetic to be called 'cumming'. I came like a girl, why not refer to it that way? Every time he mentioned it, my body still felt a flash of heat at the thought.


                  After a moment, I nodded. I expect him to move behind me, but instead, I gave a small squeak as his fingers prodded at my entrance, before going red, realizing my mistake of making noise without permission. His free hand brushed along my cheek as if to say my error was forgiven, before he plunged inside, making me moan. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "Y… you, master!" I cried out. "Good girl. Now squirt for me." 


                 He jammed his fingers inside, curling them perfectly and rolling his fingertips around my sensitive little bitch nut. After his teasing, it was all it took. I gave a high cry as I orgasmed, dribbling out my weak sissy seed onto the floor. As I hung from my bonds, I felt master's arms under mine, holding me up. "Alright, you can free yourself now." he said, and with a thought from me, the shackles sprang open, and I wrapped my arms around him as I pressed my face to his strong chest. He pulled off my blindfold, and I looked up at him. "Thank you, Master…." I said breathlessly. "You were amazing."




                 He blushes, gracing me with the most beautiful smile. "I try, Aren." I simply ask, "Bedroom?", and he picks me up, bridal style. "Bedroom." He confirms, quickly whisking me away for a day full of pleasure and love.




Fin~