Sexual Servitude Story – My Fantasy, Part 2
by shyflower
My Master, fully satisfied, removes himself from my body and commands me to kneel before him.
He unbinds my hands and allows me to go to wash myself and prepare for the evening meal. I quickly go remove the soiled gown and wash away all traces of our session. I return to him, naked, and humbly kneel before him with my collar and lead.
He securely fastens the collar around my neck and attaches the other end of the lead to his chair. Now he will leave me for a moment as he washes and prepares for the evening. I hurry to set his place at the table and fill his plate with the steaming meal I have prepared for him.
My Master has two robes. One is red and the other is black. I am glad to see that he returns in the black robe for this means I have pleased him. He will treat me tenderly — if I continue to please him.
As Master takes his place at the table, I kneel at his feet. As he eats, I lick and suck his toes and massage his feet as he has taught me. When I especially please him he feeds me a bit of food from his plate. When he has finished, he hands me his plate. He holds my hair back as I lick it clean; careful not to spill any on my body or the floor. He commands me to clear the table. I quickly do so and bring him a glass of chilled wine.
“I would like some ice in my wine tonight,” Master says.
“I am sorry, Master. I did not anticipate. Please forgive me.”
“Get the ice, slave,” he replies.
Master adds the cubes to his wine, one by one. I stand before him trembling . “You need a lesson in anticipation,” Master says. “Lie down before me.”
I involuntarily shudder. His words tell me I have spoken out of turn. Behind his smile, I see the displeasure in his eyes. I quickly obey. I lie down before him, and he pulls my back against his knees. I arch my back and bring my quivering pussy to his lap. He takes an ice cube from his wine and places it in my mouth.
“Suck the wine from this cube, slut, and then rub it on your breasts and abdomen until it is gone.”
The ice is cold against my tongue and teeth. The taste of wine quickly gone. As I massage my breasts and abdomen with the cube, I begin to shiver. My nipples grow erect and hard.
Master takes the second cube out of the glass and holds it over my sex. The cold droplets of wine drip on my clit, cause me to shudder. He uses the ice to massage my clit. So cold, but my cunt is wet and burning with desire. Another cube. Master thrusts it into my hot love hole and then another, and more until only one cube remains. My body is filled with cold and I have begun to shiver uncontrollably.
“Please, Master!” I cry out. “Please have mercy on me!”
Master smiles, but I can see from the coolness in his eyes that my outburst has displeased him.
“You are doing very well with this test, slave,” he says, “but are you telling me that your cunt is too full? We will remedy that then.”
Master takes the final cube from his glass and rubs it through my slit. My body jerks, but he persists until the cube has melted to about half its original size. Then he takes the cube and quickly thrusts it up my anus. I have begun to sob quietly. I am so sorry to have displeased him.
He tenderly puts my legs on the floor and bids me kneel in front of him.
“You pleased me well, slave,” he said. “You have passed this test and now I will reward you. You may suck on me until I am hard and until the water has finished running from your body.”
I shine in Masters praise. My tears quickly dry and I am filled with gratitude. I take Master’s lovely shaft into my hands and begin licking the tip. Hmmmm. How I love the taste of him!
As he begins to grow, I take more and more of him in my mouth and at the same time massage him gently with my fingers, running them up and down his impressive length. When he is full and hard he takes my head, one hand on each side and holds me to him. I part my lips to receive him. He
thrusts forcefully into my mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. Still in complete control, my Master suddenly stops.
The water has flown from my body and is in a pool at my knees. “Leave that,” Master says, “you may clean it later.” He unhooks my lead from his chair and bids me to crawl before him into the living room.
Coleen is a writer, photographer and film maker at Wasteland and Sssh.com.
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