Sexual Servitude Story – My Fantasy
by shyflower
I am waiting for my Master. My house is clean, the air is filled with the aroma of his supper. It is almost time for his return.
I enter the shower. The heat of the water enters my body and colors my skin with the tints of an unopened rose. I step back and scrub my body. The lather is slippery and smooth. I massage my breasts, getting them ready for my Masters touch. My hand moves down over my abdomen gently caressing; sending the heat throughout me. My fingers find my clit and begin stroking gently. My legs begin to tremble but I will not cum. I wait for my lover. My other hand brushes by and I insert a finger into my steaming pussy. Slowly as my Master has taught me. And then just as slowly withdraw it. The torture is exquisite. I want to cum, but I know I must not. I move my hand from my clit and my hands pass once again. I insert a finger into my anus and work it around and around. I am dreaming about how my Master will do this to me also as he prepares me to receive him.
My shower finished, I dry myself off. Stoking gently so as not to destroy the excitement I have created for my Master. I take the white gown from the hook and slip it over my head. The stiff lace scrapes against my nipples and they become as hard and red as little cherries.
I hear my Master’s footsteps. I go to the door to greet him. As he enters I kneel in submission at his feet. The sight of him makes me wet with anticipation of the pleasures that will soon follow. I hand him the silk scarf that he has commanded and stretch my hands out obediently. He ties them together securely, The knots are firm and binding, but I am in no pain. My excitement mounts.
He says to me, “Unzip”
I take his zipper between my teeth and pull it down. His strong cock thrusts out to greet me. I gently lick the tip and then the shaft. I suck on his balls and nuzzle against his scrotum. He pushes my head back and thrusts himself into my mouth. My lips wrap around him tightly and my head moves to accept his rhythm. His hands are massaging my breasts. I tremble.
My Master lifts me by my breasts and pushes me gently to the table. I reach across and grab the far end as he has taught me. My legs spread and he finds my open pussy lips. His fingers begin massaging my clit, sending shivers through my body and teasing my love hole, at first not entering but circling gently until I think I will explode. He inserts one finger and then two, my pussy contracts in pleasure but there is no release. My juices overflow, He gently spreads them back to my hot ass and inserts a finger. He works it around and around. I gently moan. He begins pumping me. Suddenly he stops.
“Do you want it now?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“What do you want, tell me,” he commands.
“Please my love, please fuck my ass,”I beg.
He gently laughs. “Will you cum?” he asks.
“No, I promise,” I answer.
“Good,” he says. He removes his finger and tenderly pushes his manhood into my ass. I feel so full, so rewarded.
He begins pumping slowly. I feel my body stretching to accept him while at the same time my muscles constrict to hold him in me. Faster now, he pumps. His right hand grabs my breast and pushes me closer to him until I have accepted him all. His left hand reaches around my front. His palm grinds against my clit as he pushes two fingers into my pussy. I am in agony. My moaning stops only as I draw ragged breaths. Finally he says, “Do you want to cum now.”
“Yes,” I answer. “Please, yes.”
“You may cum, now,” he says.
With his words I feel him explode into me and at the same time I explode in return. My body shakes and convulses. My pussy spasms and spasms and spasms again in joyful release. My bowels are warmed by his hot cum. We, my master and I, are spent. We lay quietly on the table together. “Thank you master,” I say.
“I am pleased with my little servant,” he says.
My wetness begins anew with his praise.
