Master T and Me

Part Two

       When Master T opened the bedroom door, he looked at me lying there naked, my cheeks flushed, and the frustration written all over my face, and he knew without a doubt that I was horny as hell.  He closed the door behind him and walked across the room.  I trembled as he stood close to me and all of a sudden he grabbed my ankle and quickly spread my legs apart.  I moaned as he used his other hand to feel around my pussy.  I could hear the moisture as he rubbed his finger around my slit, into the hole then up around my hard clit.  I took a deep breath because his touch felt so good. 

       “My slut is very wet, isn’t she?” he said.  I could tell by the tone of his voice that Master T was pleased.

       “Yes Master, your slut is very wet.”

       Master T continued to touch my pussy.  He used his index finger to fuck in and out of my hole, while he used his thumb to rub my clit.  He progressively got faster and harder and before I knew it I was moaning and trying so hard not to cum.  When he didn’t stop, I was afraid that I might slip over the edge and have a long anticipated orgasm, so I blurted out, “Please Master, please let your slut cum.”

       Master T laughed and continued to finger and touch my pussy.  “No,” he said forcefully.

       Since I had no control over how hard he was touching me, it was very difficult to keep myself from cumming, especially since I had been horny and anxious all day.  I begged him, “Please Master T, please let me cum.  Your slut has been wet and ready all day, please Master.  Oh please…”

       “Stop it slut, get a little self control damnit!  I haven’t even been home for 5 minutes and you think I am going to let your horny little ass cum?  You lay there and take this slut, and if you even think about cumming before I give you permission you will be sorry.”

       I moaned and had trouble breathing as I used every ounce of will power to keep myself from cumming.  It seemed like he touched my pussy for an hour because every second was pure torture.  I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew that once he said no, that I would somehow pull myself together and wait.  I hated disappointing my Master and I know that even though he tests my resolve to obey, that I will always strive to do as I am told.  I keep moaning and trying my best not to come, and he eventually stops teasing my pussy.

       “Thank you Master,” I say breathlessly.  “Thank you for making your slut suffer for your pleasure.”

       “You are very welcome my slut.  You will be suffering many more ways before this weekend is over.  That was just a little test to make sure you were nice and horny as we start our weekend of fun together.” 

       Master T walked away from me and began changing out of his work clothes.  I laid there in bed and caught my breath.  It was hard coming down from the near orgasm I had been at for however long he kept me there.  My body wanted to cum more than anything, but my mind and my heart wanted to obey.

       “Get down here and suck my cock slut!” Master T said abruptly.  “I need to feel your warm wet lips around my cock right now!”

       I scrambled to get off the bed and quickly positioned myself on my knees in front of my Master.  His hard cock was erect right in front of my face.  I reached out with my hand to grab his cock to put it in my mouth, and was startled when Master T yelled at me.  “Don’t use your fucking hands slut, your mouth is all you need to suck my cock!”

       “Sorry Master.”  I barely got the two words out as Master reach behind my head, grabbed my hair and pushed my face into his groin, shoving his cock further down my throat.  I gagged as I was not expecting it to be so rough. 

       “Stop gagging slut!” he scolded me.  “You act like you’ve never sucked cock before; my little slut can do better than that.”

       I felt terrible that he had to scold me.  I wanted to be the best slut and cock sucker that I could be, and gagging on  his cock like I could not handle it was not the way to show my Master how much I craved him and wanted to please him.  I concentrated on breathing while using my mouth like a vacuum, sucking his hard cock in and out.  I went further down on each stroke and was doing it with more ease.  Master was moaning and thrusting in and out a little bit.

       “Oh yeah, that’s more like it.  That’s my good slut.  That’s right; suck your Master’s cock.  Get it down that throat, good girl,” he moaned.

       Hearing that I was pleasing him gave me the motivation to do even better.  I started taking his cock all the way down my throat on each stroke.  I used my tongue underneath to lick his shaft as I fucked my throat with his meat.  Just as I was getting a nice rhythm going, Master took my head in his hands again and held me with him all the way in.  “Hold it slut, hold it in your mouth…don’t you dare let go.”

       I felt myself starting to gag around his hardness and I couldn’t breathe.  I was beginning to panic and I tried to pull away from him and release his cock.

       “No Slut, I said hold it.”

       I swear I was ready to choke to death when I heard him say “10…9…8…7…”  I was never going to make it and I tried to pull away.  He pulled me tighter yet and continued, “6…5…4…3…”  I really thought I was going to pass out and he told me to stay with him and focus.  “2…1…0…”  Finally he released me and let me back away from his cock gasping for breath.  Just as I got a nice deep breath in, he took my head and shoved his cock all the way down my throat again.  I barely had a second to recuperate when he started counting again.  I did not think I would make it, but somehow I did.  “That’s a good slut…I am very proud of you slut.”

       Master let me go back to sucking his cock at my own pace and I cherished every bit of it.  Being the slut that I am, I really do love having his cock in my mouth, feeling the soft skin in between my lips, but being speared with the hard shaft at the same time.  Before long Master was moaning and I could feel the pressure building up in his cock as it was ready to erupt.  Master pulled his cock out of my mouth and roughly grabbed my right tit.  He held my tit in his hand and used his other hand to stroke his cock until he spewed hot sperm all over my nipple.  He came so much that there were globs of it all over my nipple and my areole.  Master was moaning and sighing and I could tell that I had pleased him.

       Master took his hand and guided my tit upward.  He then said, “Lower your head slut and suck my cum off your tit.  Get your tongue all around that nipple.  I want you to taste it and swallow it while you run your tongue over you hard nipple.”  I did as I was told and tried not to gag over the taste of his thick, hot cum while I sucked my own nipple.  I do as I am told, but I still have not learned to appreciate the flavor of my Master’s cum.  Sometimes I think Master requires me to swallow it just because he knows how hard it is for me to obey that order.

       Once his cum was gone, Master took my nipple in between two fingers and began squeezing it hard enough to make me squirm.  I was cringing with the pain and he twisted and pulled on my nipple.  “Stand up slut.”  I slowly gained my balance as I stood.  I was grateful to be allowed up off my sore knees. 

       “Thank you Master.”

       “For what slut, be more specific.”

       “Thank you for allowing your slut to gag on your cock and bring you to pleasure.  Thank you for letting your slut swallow your cum, and thank you for letting your slut get up off her knees, Master”

       “You’re welcome slut.”

       Master came up behind me and nuzzled his head on top of my shoulder and blew hot breath on my neck.  Meanwhile his hands in front of me were playing and pinching each nipple.  I felt like a toy, there for his amusement.  I knew that deep down I had no say in how he wanted to use me.  Sure, I had a safe word, but I had never had to use it, and ultimately there wasn’t much that I would not do for my Master.

       “My cock got hard off and on throughout the day slut…just thinking about fucking you, and hurting you, and whipping you.” 

       I moaned.  “Please Master…”

       “What is it slut?”

       “Please fuck me Master, please fuck me and let your slut cum.”

       He giggled.  “No slut, we are not even close to doing that yet.  Be patient pet, I am not going to be so generous with your hungry cunt cumming tonight.  Tonight is more about my pleasure.  If you are really good, and really suffer for me, I may let you come.”

       I moaned and whined a little because I really did want to cum.  I am horny all the time, and before Master really took charge of me, I was left to my own devices to masturbate any time I wanted.  I am used to cumming when I want to, and that is not how my Master operates.

               Master walked away and came back with some rope and nipple clamps.  “Let’s get you dressed shall we?”

       I nodded.  I loved it when Master used rope to bind me, and accentuate my tits.  Master had me stand still while he used the rope to create a breast harness, and did several figure 8’s to tie my tits tightly.  When he was done, he tied the two ropes off very well, which tightened everything in and made my tits start to swell.  He turned me around and gave each tit a few hard slaps.  Whack, whack, whack!!!  It stung but it also felt good to know that he had me tied up and could inflict pain on my because I was his slut and I belonged to him.

       Once my breast harness was in place, Master created a crotch rope.  He brought both layers of rope through the slit of my pussy, and into my ass crack, very tightly.  He tied a few knots so they would rub directly onto my clit and cause it pain and pleasure at the same time.  He inserted a vibrating egg into my pussy so he could turn the speed on the remote and time he wanted to and I was helpless to stop him.

       Master reached behind me and tugged on the crotch rope, causing it to tighten in my pussy and making me wet all over, from the wonderful feel of rope to the pain of it being tugged.

       Maser guided me to the bed and had me sit down.  It was difficult and it tightened both the crotch rope and the breast harness.  Master knelt before me and began working my nipples until they each got hard enough to clamp.  Master tightened my nipple clamps to each nipple and he sat back to enjoy his handiwork.  Once the clamps were on, I gasped for breath and tried to get used to it.

       “Here slut, I want you to hold the chain in your mouth.”

       With that, Master pulled the chain up and met my mouth with it.  I knew it was going to hurt, but I leaned forward and took the chain from him, grasping it between my teeth as I tried to lift my head back up.  I felt like my nipples were going to be pulled right out of my tits.  The pain was intense.  “I want you to sit there like this slut, with the chain in your mouth.  I am going to go take a shower, you are to remain here and keep this chain pulled tight and I want you to work through the pain until you start to enjoy the sensation.  When I come back I had better see you still in place as I left you, can you do that for me slut?”

       “Yes Master,” I answered while struggling to speak and hold the chain between my teeth at the same time.  I looked at my Master with love as he left the room to take the shower, leaving me in pain and pleasure.