You've been waiting for your MASTER for some time. You were brought to his
chambers by several servants more than an hour ago. Naked, you are secured to
the posts of his large bed, and left with little to do but stare at the image of
your bound, spread, body in the mirrors which form the canopy of that resting
place which you have so long desired to visit. Your MASTER has "taken" you in
other places before, but never in this very special place. Your mirror image
looks back at you. You can see your own excitement created by your fear and
anticipation of what awaits when the MASTER arrives. You have been thoroughly
prepared by his servants. Every inch of your body scrubbed, trimmed, shaved --
whatever was called for by your MASTER. Clean inside and out, you are prepared
for his whims. You are his and his alone. You have given him your will. But,
now, he has kept you waiting. Frustration builds along with excitement. Your
body betrays this -- nipples hard and straining upward toward the mirrors; the
flower of your sex opening, revealing the dew covered inner petals. Your MASTER
knows that by making you wait, by teasing you in this way, he is amplifying your
eventual pleasure. You hear the door open, but cannot move your head, for it has
been rendered immovable by the thin chains which bind your collar to the
headboard. Footsteps approach. Is it HIM? What will HE do? Suddenly, a blindfold
appears before your eyes. Your sight is taken away. Who is in the room? You hope
it is your MASTER, but cannot be sure. Your body begins to tremble. Then, you
jerk with surprise as you feel a pair of hands begin to gently caress you,
carefully avoiding your most erogenous zones. The hands, gentle yet firm of
touch, stroke your arms, legs, torso, even your hands and feet. You strain at
the bonds, attempting to gain more contact with your invisible lover. You hear a
low chuckle near your head. IT'S HIM! You recognize that sound immediately. Your
entire body reacts just to the sound of his voice. The thought that he has had
you brought to his room for his pleasure nearly causes you to climax. And the
touches continue, moving closer and closer to sexual touches. HE begins to
slowly and softly stroke the sides of your beautiful breasts, careful to not
make contact with the swollen centers, he works his loving fingers around and
around the mounds perched atop your now heaving chest. Then, the contact is
withdrawn. You groan in frustration and need, and again HE surprises you. His
mouth suddenly captures one of your nipples, causing you to gasp with pleasure.
Switching from one to the other, the MASTER applies his tongue and lips to the
swollen buds nearly driving you crazy with lust. The feeling is incredible, yet
you know that it will not suffice to bring you to your peak. You long for him to
take you, yet you know better than to speak without permission. His mouth moves
away and you groan again in your loss. You hear the sound of clothing rustling.
The bed moves as your MASTER moves upon it. You feel his powerful legs straddle
your chest and open your mouth in anticipation for what will certainly happen
next. HE does not disappoint you, nor you him, as he guides his large, hard cock
between your longing lips, urging you to please him with your mouth -- never
saying a word. Jumping at the chance to please HIM, you work hard with your
tongue and lips wetting and caressing the soft, spongy glans which forms the
head of your MASTER's hardened spear. But he wants more, and he presses forward
between lips, spread wide by his girth, until you feel the familiar sensation of
his cockhead pushing beyond the back of your mouth. Well trained, you do not
gag, but work the muscles of your throat in a way which you know brings the
MASTER pleasure. The angle is not right for him to get all the way into your
throat, but he thrusts in and out several times anyway -- his shaft becoming
coated with a thick layer of your saliva. You swallow in the helpless desire
which consumes you. You cannot move or do anything except continue to work on
that which your MASTER has presented you. Then, his member is removed from your
mouth and you feel him leave the bed. He moves to the foot of the bed and
releases your feet from their bondage. This is but a momentary release, however,
as he pushes your legs up and back, re-attaching your ankle restraints to the
posts at the headboard. Your body is now nearly bent double, your legs wide
spread, your most secret places wide open for HIS inspection -- or whatever else
he may have in mind for you this night. His hands return to caress your legs,
your thighs, your ass. His thumbs take hold of the outer petals of your sex and
spread them -- revealing the inner pulsing pinkness of your desire. Your sap is
running freely, creating a shining trail of wetness downward over your brown,
crinkled anus and slowly dripping onto the bed. You hear the low pitched
laughter once again. HE is pleased that you desire HIM. You have learned your
lessons well. No punishments this night he has told you. You nearly scream as
you feel his mouth make contact with your spread sex, his lips and tongue
devouring your copious flow. He sucks the outer lips into his mouth one at a
time, massaging them in a way which makes you shudder with delight. His tongue
traces the mouth of your sex lightly, finally coming to rest at the top of your
sex, on the flesh which covers the shaft of your now fully aroused clitoris. He
is teasing you, not letting you reach your orgasm this way. You are nearly
crying in frustration as he licks and licks, yet never brings you over. You know
he must be smiling as he works your cunt like a maestro on a vintage musical
instrument. You feel his enormous cock again, this time pushing at the entrance
to your needy cunt. He feeds it slowly, inch by inch, until you feel his swollen
testicles brush against your ass, his pubic bone pressing into your clit. He
holds there, grinding in little circles which causes a gasp of pleasure to
escape your throat. No one has penetrated you so deeply before. Now, HE begins
to fuck you. Slowly withdrawing until only the tip is still inside, then just as
slowly pushing all the way back in. Your inner muscles grip and squeeze, both
from the pleasure of the act and because you want to bring HIM the most pleasure
you can. Your body is trembling with sexual excitement. It seems warm in the
room and a thin patina of sweat begins to form across your skin. The pace
increases, as well as the force, causing you to grunt at the end of each hard
stroke. You hear your MASTER's breathing increase, and his hands grasp your hips
as he pulls you to him on each down stroke. He is slamming into you now and your
orgasm has begun. Fireworks explode in your brain. The removal of your sense of
sight has made the rest of your nervous system that much more sensitive. You
feel each portion of your MASTER's hard cock as it drives into the depths of
your body. You are climaxing continuously as his assault becomes more furious.
Neither of you has spoken since this began, the only sounds coming from the act
itself -- harsh breathing gasps, moans, and groans. Still slamming his entire
length in and out of your grasping, clasping sheath, your MASTER adds one more
layer of excitement to your already overloaded brain. He begins to strum your
clit with his fingers -- very lightly, but still enough to take you to another,
higher plane. His other hand busies itself with your breasts, stroking, kneading
the flesh, pinching your nipples lightly, adding to your pleasure. Spiraling
higher and higher, you eventually reach a place where you can stand no more (you
think) and your consciousness winks out. When you re-emerge back into the world,
you discover that your MASTER has withdrawn from you, but has left you in the
same, folded, position, still blindfolded, still feeling aftershocks of many
minutes of continuous orgasms. Your crotch is a swamp -- thoroughly coated with
your copious expulsions which you are sure will make a huge wet spot on the
MASTER's bed. HE is back, and you feel his fingers working at your anus. HE is
lubricating it, preparing this passage to receive himself in the same way that
your pussy received him moments ago. You dimly recall that HE has not achieved
his release yet. HE has not taken you this way previously, though he has
commanded you to prepare yourself there, using the "toys" he has provided for
this purpose. And you have been faithful, though a bit apprehensive, and have
played with yourself anally on many occasions. But, none of the toys which you
have used approaches the length and thickness of the MASTER's weapon. His
fingers stroke, probe, lubricate your sensitive sphincter, spreading warmth and
pleasure over your body once again. One finger, then two, and finally three of
the MASTER's digits explore the musky depths of this most secret passage, and
are withdrawn. Again, you feel HIS weight press upon the bed as he maneuvers
himself between the spread cheeks of your ass. You fight the urge to tense
yourself as you feel the thick head press against the outer ring of muscle which
forms the anal opening. The preparation has been thorough, however, and he does
not force the issue either, choosing instead to apply continuous yet gentle
pressure. Suddenly, your outer defenses give way and the head of his massive
monster slides past. You feel a moment of pain, but no more. He stops, the head
just inside, and gives you a moment to adjust before he begins to slide his
entire length into the very heart of your body. Again, you feel his crinkly
pubic hair press into you as he slides all the way home. Again, he begins the
slow pattern of thrust and withdrawal. His hands caress your body, lingering at
your breasts, one of his thumbs strokes your clit in time to the stroking of his
cock in your ass. He reaches up and removes your blindfold at last and leans
over to cover your mouth with his. You long to have your arms free so that you
can hold him to you, but this is not HIS will. The kiss ends and the real
fucking now begins. You see his look of concentration now as he picks up the
pace. You look up and are incredibly aroused by the vision reflected in the
mirrored covering of the bed. His long, hard, cock shining with a thick coating
of lubricant moving back and forth through the portal of your ass is clearly
reflected. Your heaving, shuddering body is receiving maximum stimulation from
his cock, hands, and mouth as his movements become almost frenzied in his search
for release. You see your wide spread sex, red as raw beef winking open and
closed with the rhythm of your orgasmic spasms, a steady drool of your sweet sap
adding to the slippery lube which makes this assfuck possible. He is pounding
the entire length of his member on each stroke and you have lost count of the
number of times you have achieved your peak since he began stroking your ass. At
last, a mighty thrust, and he holds his cock deep inside you. You feel it throb,
then begin to jerk as his thick, salty, cum boils up from his balls and begins
to spray your bowels. You feel its heat and force -- his power pulsing into you
and you climax one more time. Finally, he withdraws. You see in the mirror that
your rear opening does not close right away, and a white stream of his produce
begins to flow out and down, a small pool forming on the bed beneath your ass.
You are released from your bonds. Servants appear from nowhere and sponge you
clean of sweat and cum. Then, the MASTER returns and takes you into his arms.
You are both asleep almost immediately. You dream contented dreams as you are
completely satisfied to be HIS SLAVE.
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