Serving Master

I’m at home, alone, horny, desperate for you, but you’re at work. I try to distract myself with house cleaning, a long run on the treadmill and then a cold, cold shower; but nothing works. Frustrated, I wander into the kitchen and look through the cabinets, but food is not what I am hungry for. Maybe if I just get myself off, a little, to ease the frustrations…

Ignoring the little voice in my head that reminds me of the rule “No orgasms without Master’s permission” I quickly dart up the stairs. I shut the bedroom door, and strip immediately. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off of it, I contemplate what I’m about to do. Are the consequences really worth it, if Master somehow found out? I ask myself. But by now, I no longer care what the consequences are. I’m horny, you aren’t here, and I’m seeking my own release.

I turn the vibrator on, getting wet instantly at the sound, knowing that my orgasm will be soon to follow. I close my eyes and trail my fingers down my own body, trying to picture my hand as yours. The stupid sun is streaming in through the bedroom windows though and it is distracting, so I grab the goody bag we keep under the bed. Digging through it, I find the blindfold, some leather cuffs and nipple clamps. Yum. I pinch my own nipples to get them hard and ready, thinking about what you would do to me if you ever found out. I put them on and lightly tighten them. The sensation is nowhere near as amazing as it is when you do it, but then, I just want it to be enough to get me off. I’m not expecting mind blowing orgasms from my own hands. I put on the leather cuffs, wishing it were you preparing me for a session. Sighing, I finally fit the blindfold over my eyes and then lay back down on the bed.

Turning the vibrator back on, I get down to business. No need for foreplay when it’s just me, though it’s really not the same. I move the vibrator directly over my clit, and raise my hips instinctively. I bring myself to the brink and then wait for the orgasm to overtake me… but it doesn’t. Frowning, I pause for a bit and then tighten the nipple clamps a little and try again. I push down harder on the vibrator, hoping that maybe the added pressure will send me over the edge. Slowly, I feel my orgasm build up again. My clit throbs under the pressure, my breasts swell, nipples tingling, my body preparing itself for ecstasy when all of a sudden I feel a hand between my breasts.

I gasp and try to sit up, but am pushed back down on the bed. I drop the vibrator and reach for my blindfold, but another hand grabs my wrists and holds them above my head. What the fuck?! The thought barely flashes through my brain before I hear your voice. “Aren’t you supposed to have my permission before cumming, little one?” Crap, crap, crap! What the hell is he doing home so early!? I try to think of something, anything to say to get me out of trouble but nothing comes to mind.

“Sir?” I ask, as the panic of being attacked by a stranger is replaced by the panic of how much trouble I’m in.

“Silly slave girl, thinking she can get away with unauthorized orgasms” you chuckle as you tighten your hold on my wrists. It isn’t until after I hear the soft click of the cuffs being attached together that I realize your other hand is no longer holding me down. Desperate to see you, I try to sit up, but can’t, you’ve strapped the cuffs to the headboard, giving me just enough length to wiggle or flip over, but not enough to sit up properly.

“I’m sorry, Sir!” I frantically try to think of a way to get out of being punished, not quite sure what exactly you plan to do to me. But all thoughts are sent flying out of my head as I feel you release one of the nipple clamps. Pain fluid and hot rushes to the tiny bud followed immediately by a liquid heat as your tongue flicks over it. I feel your mouth close around my nipple just before you suck on it, pulling and biting, pushing me quickly to the edge of orgasm and then stopping just before I reach it.

I whimper and thrust my hips at you desperate for release.

Laughing you grab a fistful of hair and pull so that my neck is exposed. “Slave, you are NOT to cum until I grant you permission, do you understand me?” There is a growl to your voice that both frightens and excites me. I swallow and quickly nod my consent. “Yes, Master” I whisper.

Leaning in, you bite me gently along my favorite trail, from the ear lobe down to where my neck just meets my shoulder. I moan, I want more! You reach between us and pull off the other clamp, pinching the bud between your fingers. Kneading my breasts your mouth licks a trail down between them, pausing long enough to suck on each nipple for a moment before resuming your way down my belly. I am beside myself with desire. I want you inside of me, pinning me down, surrounding me and filling me to the hilt. I want you so badly I can’t think of anything else but fucking you.

“Master, please…” I beg, knowing it’s pointless. You will do as you please no matter what I say, but I try anyway.

You ignore me and lick the insides of my thigh, circling around the spots you know I’d rather have you licking. I thrust my hips at you, but you push them back down, squeezing my thighs as you do so. You add enough pressure to bring pain back to the forefront of my mind and then you mix it with pleasure as you finally, ever so lightly, brush your tongue against my clit. Oh dear god, that feels amazing. I swallow, my moth suddenly dry, and beg you in whispers to fuck me. Before I can get the “please” out of my mouth though you’re slamming into me. Yes! Oh christ yes! 

“Your orgasms, belong to me, slave” you pant between thrusts. I nod, barely aware of my consent.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say, Master!”

You fill me to the brink and then stop and rip the blindfold off of me.

“No, slave, hear me, for this is the last time I tell you without punishing you!” You demand my attention as you growl at me “Your orgasms belong to me. You gifted them, as well as your right to play with yourself over to me when you signed the contract. You chose to give me all your orgasms. That means I will decide when. (And you pull back and slam into me) You. (Slam) Cum.”  Slam. Each word is reinforced by a thrust deep into my body.

I look you in the eyes and nod. “Yes, Master, my orgasms belong to you, Sir.” I pant.

“Good girl. You may cum now, for I am about to fill you with mine.” And then you thrust into me, faster, harder, bringing me to the brink of orgasm and then shoving me over it. You lean down and bite one of my nipples and send me further into ecstasy. Oh my fucking god! I cry out, finally getting the release I have been seeking, and I feel you shove yourself way deep inside and then give your own release.

Sighing, you lay on top of me, and we just pant and listen to each other’s heartbeats, too tired to think straight, too well fucked to speak. And I wickedly wonder if maybe I should do this again sometime, just to see what you do to me…

Peace, Love, Happiness and Bondage,

–Autumn