2 comments/ 11278 views/ 0 favorites My Master's Pleasure By: nymphetaminegirl The lights are dim and the only sound in the air is the steady hum of the fan. The smell of Japanese cherry blossom is thick in the air. You ascend the stairs slowly, not sure of what you'll find up in that loft we share night after night. As you crest the stairs, you see me laying on the bed fast asleep wearing nothing but my collar and that black g-string with the heart on the back. My makeup is perfectly goth and my hair is that screaming shade of red you like so much. Very quietly you set your bag down, remove your clothes and don those fishnet sleeves.I am breathing evenly and deeply in my slumber. You carefully sit upon the bed and watch me sleep for a few moments. Sliding a hand up my thigh. Slipping a finger under the front of my g-string. The other hand reaches under my neck and slowly lifts me into a kiss. Then my eyes open. "Master......." I sigh with a smile. You return my smile and slip that finger into my wet slit. I arch into it, anticipating the warmth that has blossomed in my toes, working its way upward. You slide another finger in, working them harder, nailing my g-spot over and over again. My whole body tingles and spasms. I don't know if I can handle it because my legs are shaking and I am close to tears from it being so intense. You notice and grab me by the neck. "Slave, I don't want any fucking crying from you, you hear me?" you whisper harshly in my ear. I nod in compliance and let you finger-fuck me harder and harder. My insides feel like putty and I am so close to cumming....so close.....I begin to moan and grind against your hand, wanting to cum.....wanting that release. I grind harder, feeling that orgasm crest.....then you stop. "I don't think you've been obediant enough to cum, slave. I think you need to take care of me for a while," you say plainly. "Yes, Master. What would you like me to do?" I ask in a small voice. You smile that evil way and cock your head ever so slightly.....I already know what you want me to do. There was no need to even ask but you tell me anyways. "You are going to cut your nails and lube up those fingers. I don't think I need to tell you anything else." I take the nail clippers from my end table and cut my long nails. I don't want to but I must.....anything for my Master. You watch me intently, making sure I do a good job. When I am finished, you inspect them and seem to be satisfied. My heart beats a little faster because I know I have pleased you. Now I must go to work.....I take the lube and dab a generous amount onto my index finger. You are on your knees....waiting for me to slide my finger in....but I don't. I want to surprise you with something I rarely do.....something I know you relish....My tongue finds that hole and begins to caress ever so gently. You moan and grow harder. I stick my tongue in and work it around and around as best I can, rubbing your cock with my right hand. "Oh yeah....." I continue this for a while, licking your hot asshole.....until I feel as though you are ready for me to stick my finger in....I make sure it's lubed and I slide it in. You intake breath a little and moan with innate pleasure. I smile and go wet because I know this pleases you. Your insides are so supple and hot....I work your ass gently but with the right amount of pressure....I slide my middle finger in along side with my index and you moan breathlessly in delight. "Keep fucking my ass, slave....." you say gently. I don't want to hurt you but I thrust my fingers in a little harder this time.....a little faster....you are breathing so heavily and your cock is as hard as granite. I want to suck it....I take my fingers out of your ass (risking punishment) and look at you doe-eyed. "I want to suck your cock, Master," I say barely above a whisper. You smile and flip over onto your back, giving me free reign......My mouth latches on relentlessly. I don't stop. I suck faster and faster, making you all but cry out in pleasure. The ball of my tongue ring massages the underside of your shaft and you stiffen. "Right there.....don't stop.....don't stop," you whisper. I obey. Your cock spasms in my mouth...once....twice......and then I feel your hot load coat the inside of my mouth......I swallow and smile at you. You smile back. "I think you've been obediant enough. Do you want me to make you cum now?" you ask after a minute. I nod my head and smile. " Please, Master. I've been a very good slave......." My Master's Pleasure.... She waits for Him…He has told her he will come in a bit, she knows he will. He is a man with great honor and a lust for pleasures. She waits for Him knowing that when he comes she will feel with Him a passion, a thirst that has to be quenched. She has taken a bath and prepared herself for Him. Her body fragrant and soft…a tingling running through her as she thinks of Him now. He is coming. He will be there soon, she closes her eyes and thinks of Him. His eyes full of a fire that burns in Him for her, for what she gives to Him he hungers. Always He is ready for more, the desire for control and power strong in Him. She sits and dreams of Him and what He will do to her tonight. She has waited thinking of this all day, she is ready to feel Him, the physical touch needed now urgently. She wants to feel Him, she loves to be taken. To feel Him hold her helpless and bound, she knows that she is stronger at this time than any other. That without her gift to Him, the magic would not exist. He is a strong Master, he does not cause pain, He pushes her to be all she can. He feels she is His, always asking her, Who do you belong to? Then telling her, "You belong to me…" He will first walk in and take His hand and pull her to Him, kissing her deeply, an erotic moan filling the air as their lips savor the taste of each other. The kiss comes from deep inside, a sigh escaping from them, lustful, mournful. When He has His taste of her, He will look into her eyes, close too close. She feels from Him the power of her heart's desire. She always feels this way with Him, always ready for His touch and attentions. He loves to tease her, to make her wait and push her to the edge. He likes to make her wait for Him. She knows that what is coming is worth the wait, she feels what He does to her in stages. She will savor the journey as will He, she wants to feel His chains on her, His hands, His lips. To feel His breath on her neck as He whispers to her soft and with great need. He beckons her to feel Him, He enters her first through her mind… The phone call early that day, the precious details to a night they will share. The anticipation she feels now as she waits, the memory of His voice filling her mind. She closes her eyes once more and as she sits, music that she has made for this night plays softly, the air is fragrant with her scent. She sits and her mind opens, the thought of Him filling her. She waits and then, a slight sound catches her ear, it is Him… He is here… She does not move as she listens to His key in the lock, the knob turns and as she listens she hears her own heartbeat in her ears. The sound of His footsteps as he crosses through the house coming for her, each footstep felt inside of her, she hears Him pause as he reaches her bedroom. She sits on the bed as He has told her to do, waiting…. He steps into the room, slowly, stopping at the dressing table, His hands reaching for the cuffs, he lifts them one at a time, his fingers caressing the leather the feel of the shiny silver buckles and studs cool to His touch. He holds them and walks to where she sits waiting… she does not stand but slides gently from the bed to the floor at his feet, she kneels there, her spine straight and chin held up, her eyes downcast as she waits for His first words to her. With one hand He reaches out and touches her hair, He runs his fingers through it, and then he caresses her cheek softly and runs his fingers under her chin lifting her face upwards towards Him, her eyes cast a glance upwards and as they meet His own she smiles as does He. His eyes see in her a strong desire, one He knows all to well. With His hand under her chin he speaks to her, "Master is here"… He lays the cuffs on the table next to the bed. She rises gracefully from her knees to stand in front of Him, his hand releases her chin and falls to his side… He looks at her face and once again raises His hands to caress her cheek, "My kajira Princess, your Warrior Master is here" Her eyes sparkle from the candle light in the room, she feels the heat from Him as if His hands were all over her at once, a wave of passion and desire rush through her… Her skin tingling, He reaches out for her again, His hands grabbing her hair and gently pulling her head back, she knows what comes now….His Kiss…soft and deep he begins the seduction of her body. His lips and tongue touch her and he moans with the delight He finds. His eyes open as He kisses her He watches her. Then He releases her and his hands fall to her wrists and He raises them to his lips and kisses them, one at a time. He then reaches for one of her cuffs, He holds one wrist and gently wraps the leather cuff around her. He threads the leather strap through the silver buckle and tightens it, the red fur inside soft on her skin, He feels her shiver slightly as he covers the cuff with his hand and lowers it to her side. He lifts the other cuff from the table and reaches for her other wrist…he once again straps her tightly inside the leather cuff. Her eyes closed, she feels the power in Him, in His touch as He runs his fingers up her arms, and she shivers. He smiles as He feels her and listens to the sound of her pleasure as it escapes from between her lips softly. He lifts her hands once more and clicks the clasp together that hold her hands bound together now… With one hand He holds her and the other He once more grabs her hair, His lips once more find hers and they are lost once more in a passionate kiss, a hunger coming urgently to them both. His hands hold her tight but gently, she shudders as his kiss deepens and she feels weak. The pleasure and desire so overwhelming, it has been anticipated for so long. He pushes her back and lowers her to the bed, as she sits there He backs up and as she watches He removes His own clothes, he unbuttons His shirt as He watches her watch. She looks like a child, anxious to see what is inside even though she knows already, as his shirt falls to the floor His hands reach to unbuckle His belt. He leaves it hanging and undoes the metal button and slowly lowers the zipper, His manhood bulges forth, escaping from its confines. He goes no further now, He steps back to her and runs His fingertips over her silky soft shoulders, she knows what he wants, she is anxious for it as well. He pushes her back on the bed and she moves to the position He desires for her to assume for Him, she knows all to well what His heart wants. He reaches out and picks up the end of a chain attached to the headboard of the bed, she hears the soft clinking as he pulls it to her and lays it beside her. He walks around the bed and finds and positions the second chain as well, He then leans over her and unclasps her wrists setting her arms free from each other, then He reaches out and clips the chain to one wrist at a time. Her hands now bind her and keep her from touching Him….He loves this, the power, the control, He knows she feels the same and it makes Him smile to watch as her breath catches in her chest as she lays there and trembles from the sound of the clinking chain he has attached to her. He reaches behind Him on the table and picks up a black leather collar, studded with silver like her cuffs. He leans over her and looks into her eyes, He tells her to lift her head and gently slides the leather around her neck, the feel of the leather on her skin making her excited. The smell of it filling her nose and awakening in her a need, a want. Her legs move apart and she feels the throbbing between them become stronger and urgent. He buckles it to her neck and then runs his hands over it. She feels the coolness of the metal studs against her skin and the smooth feel of the leather as it caresses her neck. It makes her squirm on the bed, He smiles as he watches her. He reaches out to touch her, his fingers trailing over her slowly, her skin soft and silky, He breathes in deeply and takes in her scent. He backs up and stands and looks down on her, The power they share fills the air around them…He will take His time now….He will savor this as will she….. So much pleasure to share….