His hand around my throat, he asked me again “What do you want, slave?”. My body quivered with desire, my mind racing to put the image I formed into words “To be bound and blindfolded, Sir” I replied. My voice was husky, a mixture of need and pure desire.

Within seconds Master had my eyes covered. My wrist was jerked away from playing with my clit, and the roughness of the rope grazed across my skin. I sucked in air, anticipation climaxing as my other wrist was bound. It was cold in the room without any coverings or clothing and I shivered a bit. Master threw a blanket on my naked body. “We don’t need you to get sick while I prepare your body, do we?” he asked. First one leg and then the other were also bound, until I was spread eagle on the four poster bed.

His fingertips grazed my thighs, my arms and my belly. Lightly teasing me, watching my body respond. Then I felt the cold gel of the lube we use against my clit, a big glob of it. Before I could form the question of the use of lube in my mind (I was already pretty wet!) I heard the hitachi wand come to life. All other thoughts were banished from my mind as the wand met my clit.

My hips arched as best as they could, moans I would have tried to keep silent slipped past my lips as the orgasm took control. “Yes, sweet slut, you like this don’t you?” Master said, teasing me as he put the wand to my clit and then took it away again.

He sucked on my nipples, biting them gently at first but with more force as the orgasm shook through me. I moaned in ecstasy, climaxing then immediately being brought back to the brink of orgasm. Never in my life have I moved from one orgasm to another so quickly. Normally, Master allows me breathing room in between orgasms. He lets my body calm down, watches me as I sink back into a “normal” form of “turned on” and then brings me back to climax. This time, there was now “down time” between orgasms.

Pushing his fingers deep inside of me, he pumped my G-spot and held the vibrator steady, watching me thrash on the bed, grasping at the ropes that bound me, using them to lift my hips and arch my back into the wand.

At some point I begged for water, which Master promptly provided. I think, if given the opportunity, I would have blacked out from the pleasure, but Master never let me settle on one feeling long enough to do anything other than moan, roll my eyes back into my head or cry out for more.

I felt him move to a position over me. Felt him lean down and nuzzle my neck, biting, licking, sucking. His free hand roamed over my body, pinching, rubbing, thrusting, the vibrator never left my clit. I tried to move so that it did, “Too much!” I cried out “I can’t handle more!” but Master pushed my limits.

When I felt as though I really would die from the ecstasy he thrust his hard cock deep into me. My whole body was on alert and then suddenly I was filled with him. I felt the tip of his cock pushing at my cervix. I cried out as we started moving together. God it felt so good. All I wanted was more, MORE!

In an explosion of emotions and physical bliss we came together. Panting, full of cum, a little sweaty from so many orgasms, I lay there. Master’s body pressing against mine, crushing me delightfully beneath him.

“What do you get out of pleasuring me so fully?” I asked him. “Watching you glow” he responded. There was no pain this time around, not really. A few hard bites and a couple of pinches, but no whip, no cane, no flogger, no belts. Just pure pleasure, aimed at my orgasms.

I’ve never felt so owned. Love for him poured from every part of my being. A desire to please him for the rest of my days hit me like a wave upon the shore. I’ve always wanted to please Master, but this new rush of that same desire was emotional and pure that I wanted to cry from it.

Laying there, in Master’s arms, I basked in his love for me and reflected on my love for him. In my mind I went over the vows I made to him both as slave and wife, vowing to do more than I had done before. It was a night I won’t forget for a long time. And one I hope is repeated again soon!

–ariia