It had been a week ago I had received the letter from Him. I heard from Him daily, of course, but sometimes it was just simply a conversation of the day’s events, or perhaps the weather in the particular area He was in. He knew I didn’t mind- not that I ever had a choice- but talking to Him, no matter what the subject, was always a joy.
Occasionally, through the week, say three or four times, the discussion would lead to what He enjoyed the most. I suppose it could be called the sexual relationship between us. But I thought it so much more than that. For he was my Master, and everything I did was for Him. My day was centred around Him. He enjoyed the talks, by email, by text, knowing that he was turning me on and that there was nothing I could do. He didn’t hold many rules for me when I was away from Him, but one he stuck to truly was that I was not allowed to pleasure myself without His permission. This permission was not easily given- but as long as He could visibly see me, He said yes. So often He teased me, making me want Him so badly, wanting relief from the throbbing in my pussy and the ache in my clit, but knowing I would wait until I had His permission.
But I must have done something right, for he had sent me a letter. It was on the floor in front of my front door one morning. I lived alone and so no one else had seen this letter. I arrived downstairs one morning and saw this letter. It was facing upwards, and as it was simply addressed to ‘my plaything,’ I knew who it was from, and knew that it was for me. I also knew that He had hand-delivered my letter that morning, most likely before going to work. Inside, the letter made my face grow alight.
My slut,
Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you have been a good girl recently- to the standard that I asked of you. It never escaped my notice. I promised you a reward. I’ll be at your back door in exactly one week- make sure you are ready; I plan to last the night. Do not disappoint me.
Master
My grin had spread across my face at the sheer pleasure of the thought of what could possibly come. I wouldn’t know until a week was over- I knew he would not tell me. So I would have to wait a week, and make sure I was ready.
So, in the following week, I took up a routine that I knew would please Him; I booked myself for a wax. I paid particular attention to my yoga, making sure I was as flexible as possible. My house was cleaned from top to bottom. Towards the end of the week, I retrieved His toy box from inside my wardrobe, knowing full well that He would want it. I looked through it, reminding myself of what was in it. Inside I found numerous handcuffs, blinds, restraints, the odd whip, lotions, and of course, my selection of underwear and costumes that were for my Master to see. Any of them pleased Him- He had been there when I bought them and so the decision was left to me of which one to wear. The night before He was due to arrive, I had chosen which to wear. It was a simple bra and thong that was patterned in a red style with blue. A mini skirt that accompanied the clothes completed the look- and in the morning I’d get a shower, curl my hair and make sure all of the small details were perfect for His arrival when he had finished work round about dusk.
Soon enough, the next day had come and it had been hours since I had been in the shower. I was clean, fresh and still smooth around my pussy from the wax session. My hair was perfect and curled, cascading down my back in blonde ringlet curls. My face was made up, looking as natural as possible while still being striking and breathtaking, just the way He liked it. Soon enough, I was waiting for Him to arrive. He would be here in less than an hour; he had just finished work. My wait was almost over.
I was sat on the kitchen table when He arrived. Just like He had said in His letter, he came through the back door. The key was in the door, and he locked it behind himself. He found me sat on the kitchen table, in my bra, thong and skirt, my legs over the edge of the table, slightly leaning back on my hands. He regarded me with a smile on His face.
“Master.” I said, smiling, with the intention of getting up and going over to him. But before I had the chance to go over to him, he was already at the table. He gently pushed my legs open with his hands, making me gasp from the coldness of His hands. He smiled at me, a sparkle in his eyes. He was looking forward to tonight.
He stepped forward between my open legs and leant over me, forcing me to lie down on the table. From there, he kissed me on the mouth, his tongue gently exploring inside my mouth. My hands went to His face, to hold Him there, but He soon moved, kissing His way down my throat, my chest, the tops of my breast, my stomach and finally just above my clit, kissing the clothing there as well. The last made me gasp; he had refused to see me in the past week, and so I had not been able to pleasure myself. The simple touch was what I was in need of. He grinned at my reaction to the last kiss He gave me.
“Already horny, slut?” he asked me. I simply nodded. “Answer your Master,” he said, his voice growing deeper.
“Yes Master.”
He continued to kiss me, working his way down my legs, across my stomach. It wasn’t long before the bra and thong came off. He left the skirt in place; he liked how it looked, barely covering my pussy. He kissed my breasts, sucking on the nipples, biting them hard. He knew it was one of my major weaknesses when I had been un-played with for so long. He bit hard; that would no doubt be painful to touch by the morning. But for now, being on such a high weakened my pain threshold, and made it almost non-existent.
“Wrap your legs around me,” He said, barely lifting his lips from my breasts. It caused a chill to blow over my nipple, making me moan. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself to His body. The skirt rode up, leaving my pussy and clit bare when that general area was pressed to his body. His shirt was off, his boxers and jeans were all that remained. The feeling of His skin on such a sensitive area made me moan.
“You like that feeling, do you, slut?” he asked me. I nodded. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap to my backside that made me moan even more.
“Answer your Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
“How much?” he asked me, whispering in my ear.
“Very much so, Master.”
“But how much?” He asked me, his fingers tracing shapes around my backside, in warning of what was to come if I did not answer Him correctly. Despite the fact that it was meant as a punishment, the idea of being slapped again made the muscles around my pussy tighten. “What does it make you want to ask me to do?”
“I want you to take me upstairs Master, tie me down and lick my clit, making me cum.” I gasped the last word; his hand had suddenly shot forward from my backside and His fingers gently touched my clit. It was enough. The single touch had me writhing against him, and He pressed me to Him, so each move I made brushed my clit against his stomach, making me move and writhe even more, a moan escaping my lips each time. I heard Him chuckle in my ear.
He began walking towards the stairs, carrying me, when my writhing began to slow a bit. From there, he took me into my bedroom and climbed onto my double bed on all fours and told me to let go of him. I did as I was told, and I fell into the middle of the bed. He kissed me again, starting at my face, kissing my lips, to move onto my throat, each nipple, my stomach. When he reached my clit, he licked round each side with short, fast flicks of his tongue. It made me moan and writhe on the bed. He was teasing me and knew how to do it well.
He got off of the bed and went to His box. I heard him pulling things out and soon enough he came over to me, attaching handcuffs to each of the four posts of the bed. To the bottom he put my feet, and to the top he put my hands. I was held down to all four posts, spread-eagle on the bed. Lastly, he put the blindfold over me.
I heard no other sounds, nor movements. His next move I didn’t know.
“Master?” I called.
“Shhh,” He replied, close to my ear. He gently kissed my ear and then kissed my cheek. Next He kissed my lips, pushing His tongue into my mouth, enticing me to use mine. Eventually, He turned it into a kiss that made me go weak at the knees, using just the right amount of pressure, playing, His tongue darting in and out of my mouth. When He could hear me almost gasping, He pulled away, kissing down my throat, occasionally biting. He continued down my throat, to my chest and continuing to my breasts. My gasps were becoming more obvious and the second I caught His eye, I saw Him smiling at me. It was plain to see He was enjoying my reaction. He continued down to my stomach, just like He had downstairs, pausing only slightly to play with my belly-button bar. I thought He would have moved onto my clit, just like before, but as I couldn’t see Him, it took me by surprise when I felt His fingers trailing up the inside of my thighs. It made me writhe, but He had tied me up well and I couldn’t move far. His tongue played gently round the area, darting nearer and nearer to my clit before moving away again. He made me moan and gasp and writhe to a larger extent than what He had managed earlier downstairs.
“Master,” I said, between gasps and licking my lips. By this point my entire body was aching from wanting his tongue on my clit and I was unsure of just how long I had been laid on this bed. My guess was in the region of hours.
“Yes, slut?”
“Please…” I managed to say before another moan overtook me as he passed over my clit, the tip of His tongue just touching me.
“Please what?” He asked.
“Lick me.” I almost whispered it. Speech was only just possible. I wanted His tongue on me more than anything else. He stopped teasing me, taking His hands away from my thighs.
“If you want me to, beg me to do it,” He whispered, close to my ear.
It was silent for a few minutes. In that time, He had moved back down to my legs, and had begun teasing me again. He passed so close to my clit- if it had not been for the restraints holding me in place I could have moved and got the relief I wanted. But I couldn’t move.
“Please!” I gasped, my back bowing. “I’m begging you Master! Lick my clit, please!” I heard him chuckle, and then He did as I begged of him.
I felt his tongue touch my clit. It felt like nothing I had felt before- I had been wanting it for so long. I gasped and half lifted off the bed. His tongue never left my clit, licking over it and tracing circles. My hands tightened into fists. I moaned, loudly. He lifted his tongue from my clit, and I heard Him chuckle.
“Is that nice, slut?” He asked me, and the muscles tightened in the lower part of my stomach.
“Please don’t stop, Master.” I heard Him chuckle again and soon felt His tongue back on my clit. He continued before bringing me an inch before orgasm, when he stopped. I gasped and then moaned. My mouth was open wide, trying to get enough air to breathe. I felt something gently touch my lips, before being pushed inside.
“If you want me to finish,” he said in the same instance I realised what had been put in my mouth, “you’ll start and finish me, won’t you slut?” I nodded, unable to speak for his cock that was in my mouth. I felt him shift and he kissed my stomach. “Suck me,” he called from down by my stomach.
I began taking Him into my mouth, slowly gaining speed, taking Him down, bobbing up and down on his cock. I was careful how much of Him I took; the position I was in was not great for deep-throating, and too much could easily make me gag. But I managed a fair bit, taking most of Him down. As I continued, I heard Him beginning to moan quietly. Just then I felt his tongue back on my clit, licking faster than before, with the intention of making me cum this time.
I was there for a good few minutes, before I pulled off of Him, knowing he was going to cum. From this angle, I couldn’t swallow. In the same second I pulled off him, he came, shooting over my chest. Not long after, from the sensation of this and his tongue on my clit, I came too. I bucked, moaning to almost the point of screaming, the wave of ecstasy far stronger than anything I had experienced recently. I couldn’t rest; I couldn’t lay still. The orgasm had ridden me and I was beginning to come down from my high. My master was not quite finished with me though.
“Surely I haven’t finished you yet, slut,” my Master said, kissing me on the lips.
“Of course not, Master,” I replied, taking deep breaths in order to answer Him.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, leaning close to me.
“Yes, Master,” I replied, more sure of my voice.
“Prove it,” He whispered. I frowned.
“How, Master?” I asked, confused.
Just then, I felt His cock by my pussy. I smiled, knowing what He wanted. I nodded, still smiling. I felt him shift his weight. I felt his cock back at my opening as he gently pushed it in. My mouth opened in a little 'o' shape as I felt Him push His way in. Soon enough, He was in and beginning to work His way back and forth, in and out of me. I couldn't move, the restraints were still in place, so I couldn't even match His thrusts- I simply had to lie there, and take it.
"Ohh Master..." I moaned, closing my eyes. It felt so good, Him thrusting in and out of me.
"Is that nice, slut?" He asked me, leaning close to my ear, His breathing steady. I nodded. "Answer your Master, slut," He said, thrusting just a little deeper. I moaned while attempting to say yes as well as possible. He took it as satisfactory, for He took it no further.
I could feel the familiar pressures building up at the bottom of my stomach, the ones that told me that once again, I was nearing orgasm. From the sounds of my Master, He was not far again either. He gave one final thrust and I felt Him come. The feeling of that and that alone caused my orgasm to tear free, to explode from within me. The orgasm rode me and left me on an absolute high.
Eventually, able to move, my Master pulled himself out of me, and collapsed next to me. I turned to look at Him, as much as the restraints would allow. He glanced at the handcuffs, and unfastened the ones that kept my hands in place. I smiled my thanks at my Master, and curled up next to him, my hands resting gently on His stomach. My feet were still attached to the end of the bed- and would be until morning.
Occasionally, through the week, say three or four times, the discussion would lead to what He enjoyed the most. I suppose it could be called the sexual relationship between us. But I thought it so much more than that. For he was my Master, and everything I did was for Him. My day was centred around Him. He enjoyed the talks, by email, by text, knowing that he was turning me on and that there was nothing I could do. He didn’t hold many rules for me when I was away from Him, but one he stuck to truly was that I was not allowed to pleasure myself without His permission. This permission was not easily given- but as long as He could visibly see me, He said yes. So often He teased me, making me want Him so badly, wanting relief from the throbbing in my pussy and the ache in my clit, but knowing I would wait until I had His permission.
But I must have done something right, for he had sent me a letter. It was on the floor in front of my front door one morning. I lived alone and so no one else had seen this letter. I arrived downstairs one morning and saw this letter. It was facing upwards, and as it was simply addressed to ‘my plaything,’ I knew who it was from, and knew that it was for me. I also knew that He had hand-delivered my letter that morning, most likely before going to work. Inside, the letter made my face grow alight.
My slut,
Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you have been a good girl recently- to the standard that I asked of you. It never escaped my notice. I promised you a reward. I’ll be at your back door in exactly one week- make sure you are ready; I plan to last the night. Do not disappoint me.
Master
My grin had spread across my face at the sheer pleasure of the thought of what could possibly come. I wouldn’t know until a week was over- I knew he would not tell me. So I would have to wait a week, and make sure I was ready.
So, in the following week, I took up a routine that I knew would please Him; I booked myself for a wax. I paid particular attention to my yoga, making sure I was as flexible as possible. My house was cleaned from top to bottom. Towards the end of the week, I retrieved His toy box from inside my wardrobe, knowing full well that He would want it. I looked through it, reminding myself of what was in it. Inside I found numerous handcuffs, blinds, restraints, the odd whip, lotions, and of course, my selection of underwear and costumes that were for my Master to see. Any of them pleased Him- He had been there when I bought them and so the decision was left to me of which one to wear. The night before He was due to arrive, I had chosen which to wear. It was a simple bra and thong that was patterned in a red style with blue. A mini skirt that accompanied the clothes completed the look- and in the morning I’d get a shower, curl my hair and make sure all of the small details were perfect for His arrival when he had finished work round about dusk.
Soon enough, the next day had come and it had been hours since I had been in the shower. I was clean, fresh and still smooth around my pussy from the wax session. My hair was perfect and curled, cascading down my back in blonde ringlet curls. My face was made up, looking as natural as possible while still being striking and breathtaking, just the way He liked it. Soon enough, I was waiting for Him to arrive. He would be here in less than an hour; he had just finished work. My wait was almost over.
I was sat on the kitchen table when He arrived. Just like He had said in His letter, he came through the back door. The key was in the door, and he locked it behind himself. He found me sat on the kitchen table, in my bra, thong and skirt, my legs over the edge of the table, slightly leaning back on my hands. He regarded me with a smile on His face.
“Master.” I said, smiling, with the intention of getting up and going over to him. But before I had the chance to go over to him, he was already at the table. He gently pushed my legs open with his hands, making me gasp from the coldness of His hands. He smiled at me, a sparkle in his eyes. He was looking forward to tonight.
He stepped forward between my open legs and leant over me, forcing me to lie down on the table. From there, he kissed me on the mouth, his tongue gently exploring inside my mouth. My hands went to His face, to hold Him there, but He soon moved, kissing His way down my throat, my chest, the tops of my breast, my stomach and finally just above my clit, kissing the clothing there as well. The last made me gasp; he had refused to see me in the past week, and so I had not been able to pleasure myself. The simple touch was what I was in need of. He grinned at my reaction to the last kiss He gave me.
“Already horny, slut?” he asked me. I simply nodded. “Answer your Master,” he said, his voice growing deeper.
“Yes Master.”
He continued to kiss me, working his way down my legs, across my stomach. It wasn’t long before the bra and thong came off. He left the skirt in place; he liked how it looked, barely covering my pussy. He kissed my breasts, sucking on the nipples, biting them hard. He knew it was one of my major weaknesses when I had been un-played with for so long. He bit hard; that would no doubt be painful to touch by the morning. But for now, being on such a high weakened my pain threshold, and made it almost non-existent.
“Wrap your legs around me,” He said, barely lifting his lips from my breasts. It caused a chill to blow over my nipple, making me moan. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself to His body. The skirt rode up, leaving my pussy and clit bare when that general area was pressed to his body. His shirt was off, his boxers and jeans were all that remained. The feeling of His skin on such a sensitive area made me moan.
“You like that feeling, do you, slut?” he asked me. I nodded. Suddenly I felt a sharp slap to my backside that made me moan even more.
“Answer your Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
“How much?” he asked me, whispering in my ear.
“Very much so, Master.”
“But how much?” He asked me, his fingers tracing shapes around my backside, in warning of what was to come if I did not answer Him correctly. Despite the fact that it was meant as a punishment, the idea of being slapped again made the muscles around my pussy tighten. “What does it make you want to ask me to do?”
“I want you to take me upstairs Master, tie me down and lick my clit, making me cum.” I gasped the last word; his hand had suddenly shot forward from my backside and His fingers gently touched my clit. It was enough. The single touch had me writhing against him, and He pressed me to Him, so each move I made brushed my clit against his stomach, making me move and writhe even more, a moan escaping my lips each time. I heard Him chuckle in my ear.
He began walking towards the stairs, carrying me, when my writhing began to slow a bit. From there, he took me into my bedroom and climbed onto my double bed on all fours and told me to let go of him. I did as I was told, and I fell into the middle of the bed. He kissed me again, starting at my face, kissing my lips, to move onto my throat, each nipple, my stomach. When he reached my clit, he licked round each side with short, fast flicks of his tongue. It made me moan and writhe on the bed. He was teasing me and knew how to do it well.
He got off of the bed and went to His box. I heard him pulling things out and soon enough he came over to me, attaching handcuffs to each of the four posts of the bed. To the bottom he put my feet, and to the top he put my hands. I was held down to all four posts, spread-eagle on the bed. Lastly, he put the blindfold over me.
I heard no other sounds, nor movements. His next move I didn’t know.
“Master?” I called.
“Shhh,” He replied, close to my ear. He gently kissed my ear and then kissed my cheek. Next He kissed my lips, pushing His tongue into my mouth, enticing me to use mine. Eventually, He turned it into a kiss that made me go weak at the knees, using just the right amount of pressure, playing, His tongue darting in and out of my mouth. When He could hear me almost gasping, He pulled away, kissing down my throat, occasionally biting. He continued down my throat, to my chest and continuing to my breasts. My gasps were becoming more obvious and the second I caught His eye, I saw Him smiling at me. It was plain to see He was enjoying my reaction. He continued down to my stomach, just like He had downstairs, pausing only slightly to play with my belly-button bar. I thought He would have moved onto my clit, just like before, but as I couldn’t see Him, it took me by surprise when I felt His fingers trailing up the inside of my thighs. It made me writhe, but He had tied me up well and I couldn’t move far. His tongue played gently round the area, darting nearer and nearer to my clit before moving away again. He made me moan and gasp and writhe to a larger extent than what He had managed earlier downstairs.
“Master,” I said, between gasps and licking my lips. By this point my entire body was aching from wanting his tongue on my clit and I was unsure of just how long I had been laid on this bed. My guess was in the region of hours.
“Yes, slut?”
“Please…” I managed to say before another moan overtook me as he passed over my clit, the tip of His tongue just touching me.
“Please what?” He asked.
“Lick me.” I almost whispered it. Speech was only just possible. I wanted His tongue on me more than anything else. He stopped teasing me, taking His hands away from my thighs.
“If you want me to, beg me to do it,” He whispered, close to my ear.
It was silent for a few minutes. In that time, He had moved back down to my legs, and had begun teasing me again. He passed so close to my clit- if it had not been for the restraints holding me in place I could have moved and got the relief I wanted. But I couldn’t move.
“Please!” I gasped, my back bowing. “I’m begging you Master! Lick my clit, please!” I heard him chuckle, and then He did as I begged of him.
I felt his tongue touch my clit. It felt like nothing I had felt before- I had been wanting it for so long. I gasped and half lifted off the bed. His tongue never left my clit, licking over it and tracing circles. My hands tightened into fists. I moaned, loudly. He lifted his tongue from my clit, and I heard Him chuckle.
“Is that nice, slut?” He asked me, and the muscles tightened in the lower part of my stomach.
“Please don’t stop, Master.” I heard Him chuckle again and soon felt His tongue back on my clit. He continued before bringing me an inch before orgasm, when he stopped. I gasped and then moaned. My mouth was open wide, trying to get enough air to breathe. I felt something gently touch my lips, before being pushed inside.
“If you want me to finish,” he said in the same instance I realised what had been put in my mouth, “you’ll start and finish me, won’t you slut?” I nodded, unable to speak for his cock that was in my mouth. I felt him shift and he kissed my stomach. “Suck me,” he called from down by my stomach.
I began taking Him into my mouth, slowly gaining speed, taking Him down, bobbing up and down on his cock. I was careful how much of Him I took; the position I was in was not great for deep-throating, and too much could easily make me gag. But I managed a fair bit, taking most of Him down. As I continued, I heard Him beginning to moan quietly. Just then I felt his tongue back on my clit, licking faster than before, with the intention of making me cum this time.
I was there for a good few minutes, before I pulled off of Him, knowing he was going to cum. From this angle, I couldn’t swallow. In the same second I pulled off him, he came, shooting over my chest. Not long after, from the sensation of this and his tongue on my clit, I came too. I bucked, moaning to almost the point of screaming, the wave of ecstasy far stronger than anything I had experienced recently. I couldn’t rest; I couldn’t lay still. The orgasm had ridden me and I was beginning to come down from my high. My master was not quite finished with me though.
“Surely I haven’t finished you yet, slut,” my Master said, kissing me on the lips.
“Of course not, Master,” I replied, taking deep breaths in order to answer Him.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, leaning close to me.
“Yes, Master,” I replied, more sure of my voice.
“Prove it,” He whispered. I frowned.
“How, Master?” I asked, confused.
Just then, I felt His cock by my pussy. I smiled, knowing what He wanted. I nodded, still smiling. I felt him shift his weight. I felt his cock back at my opening as he gently pushed it in. My mouth opened in a little 'o' shape as I felt Him push His way in. Soon enough, He was in and beginning to work His way back and forth, in and out of me. I couldn't move, the restraints were still in place, so I couldn't even match His thrusts- I simply had to lie there, and take it.
"Ohh Master..." I moaned, closing my eyes. It felt so good, Him thrusting in and out of me.
"Is that nice, slut?" He asked me, leaning close to my ear, His breathing steady. I nodded. "Answer your Master, slut," He said, thrusting just a little deeper. I moaned while attempting to say yes as well as possible. He took it as satisfactory, for He took it no further.
I could feel the familiar pressures building up at the bottom of my stomach, the ones that told me that once again, I was nearing orgasm. From the sounds of my Master, He was not far again either. He gave one final thrust and I felt Him come. The feeling of that and that alone caused my orgasm to tear free, to explode from within me. The orgasm rode me and left me on an absolute high.
Eventually, able to move, my Master pulled himself out of me, and collapsed next to me. I turned to look at Him, as much as the restraints would allow. He glanced at the handcuffs, and unfastened the ones that kept my hands in place. I smiled my thanks at my Master, and curled up next to him, my hands resting gently on His stomach. My feet were still attached to the end of the bed- and would be until morning.
