WARNING: MATURE CONTENT CONTAINS EROTIC MATERIAL

You are sitting in your favorite chair reading a book, I sit on a soft cushion at your feet, looking up at you, patiently waiting for you to tell me how to please you. I could watch you read all night. I am wearing your favorite outfit, nothing except my collar you bought especially for me. My long dark hair is down but out of my face, since I know you like to see my face. Your hand is absentmindedly caressing the back of my neck, where my hair is pulled over to the side hanging down nearly caressing my bare breast. I have serene smile is on my face. You reach to cup my chin and turn my face up towards you.

“Yes Master?” I ask.

“You have been such a good girl, tonight that I think you deserve a treat.”

My eyes brighten excitedly.

You chuckle and say, “I can see you like the idea. Are you willing to work hard for your treat you whore?”

“Oh yes Master, I’ll do anything. Anything for you Master.” I tell you.

“Follow me,” you say as you rise and walk out of the room. You don’t look back because you know I will eagerly follow you. We walk into your mirror room . I stop just inside the door. There is a large four poster bed covered with red satin sheets in the middle of it. There is a chest where you keep your toys. You turn and look at me. Your eyes traveling my body making me flush.

“Come here whore,” you tell me and I hurry across the room to stand before you. “I want you to remove my clothes,” you tell me. I beam at you as I walk behind you. I stand right up against you and reach under your arms to start unbuttoning your shirt. I feel a thrill every time my fingers brush against your warm chest. I slowly pull the shirt from your body. I take in smell the fabric your scent wafting into my nose. I lay it aside and kiss you softly in the middle over your back as my hands unzip your pants. I walk back around to face you and then slowly bend down as I lower your pants.

Your underwear bulges just inches from my face. I reach out to softly caress it and look up to make sure I have permission. You smile down at me letting me know it’s ok and run your hand over my head. I lean forward and rub my face against the bulge, my mouth begins to salivate.

“Master, can I have my treat now?” I ask.

“Yes whore,” you tell me.

I pull your underwear down exposing your hard cock. My warm breath moves over it and I see it twitch. I lean in and rub my face against the velvet steel hardness of your cock.

“Mmmmm. It feels so good, Master.” I murmur taking your shaft in my hands.

My hands begin caressing it, massaging it and then finally I start to stroke it. My tongue runs over your tip tasting your pre cum, pearled at the tip of the head. I start making long slow agonizing licks from the base to the head. Taking my time, savoring the taste of your cock. I look up to see you watching me, looking pleased with me. I lick my lips and start to slowly take you into my mouth. I hear you moan and I know you like what I’m doing. My hand strokes you as I suck on your head – my tongue swirling over you. I feel my panties start to get wet. Your hand is at my head urging me to take more. I slowly take your deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“Good girl” You murmur.

I reach the point where I usually gag and stop.

“Don’t disappoint me,” you say.

I push a little deeper making me gag. I hear you chuckle and I try again….and again. Gagging each time, but loving it all the same. I feel chills run down my body. I finally relax enough to deep throat your cock. You place your hands on my head and thrust your hips into my face. My mouth sucking tightly preventing you from leaving.

“That’s my good little whore,” you tell me. I feel myself getting wetter. The thrusts become rougher, but I want it, I want to please you. Suddenly I feel your hot cum filling my mouth. I quickly drink it down, wanting more. I suck on you wanting to get ever drop of hot cum you’ll give me. Finally I release your cock, but still licking you. “Enjoy your treat?” you laugh. I nod my head vigorously. My lips slightly numb to move.

“Now it’s my turn,” you tell me. You take me by the bend in my arm and help me to my feet. You lead me over to the bed where you tell me to bend over. I lean over the side of the bed as your hands caress my big round ass, following my flesh lower until you can feel out wet I am. I moan softy at the touch of your fingers on my wet shaven cunt. Then I feel something cold against my hip. I look back to see a knife in your other hand. I’m slightly confused, but I don’t question it, as you‘ve often touched a blade to me, my neck, my breasts and my stomach. Your right hand continues to stroke my wet cunt very gently almost not touching me as the other one slides the blade against the side of my hip. With a quick jerk, I feel that side give way. I bite my lip to keep from gasping. You are making my body sing. You slide the knife against the other side, my body screams in confusion. “Kneel on the bed,” you order me and I crawl onto the bed. I start to straighten up, but your hand on my back, pressing down keeps me on all fours. You slide a finger over my wet pussy and make a pleased sound. You replace your finger with your tongue and pleasure shoots through my body like hot metal.

“Oh, Master,” I sigh. You begin to lick my clit. Your tongue swirling around it driving my need higher. Your tongue dips inside me bringing moans to my throat. It pays to be good. You suck on my clit and I can feel my release building.

“Master….I…I need t…to cum.” I gasp out.

“No,” you growl me.

Your hands are on my legs as you jerk me off the bed. My feet are on the floor, but you keep me bent over. You begin to rub your cock over my wet pussy. I bite my lip so hard to keep my body under control.

“What do you want from your Master?” you ask.

“I want you to fuck me.” I say in a strangled voice from trying to hold back my orgasm.

You step away from me and say, “I’m not sure you really do. Convince me, beg me to fuck you, you whore.”

My hands twist the sheets as I beg, “Please Master. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like the whore I am. Fuck me so hard that I can’t walk. Please Master. I want to feel you thrusting, stretching, throbbing inside me. Please.”

“And so you shall, my sweet little whore.” you tell me as I feel you slam your rock hard cock into me. Stretching me hard and fast causing pain to mingle with my pleasure.

“Yes Master. O God yes Master. Fuck me hard! Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster. O god Master!” I cry out.

My body tightening around your cock like a fist. Your fingers claw into my hips as you pull me back to meet every thrust making it that much harder. My moans turn to screams. It feels so good. You lean over me and I feel your teeth sink into my shoulder. My whole body shudders at the pleasurable pain. I can’t last much longer.

“Master, please. Let me cum. I wanna cum. I need to cum.” I beg.

“Then cum for me you fucking whore,” you growl in my ear.

Your teeth sinking in again breaking through the skin until you taste my blood. My orgasm hits me hard as I feel you sucking the blood from my shoulder. My body milks and pulses over your driving cock. I hear your growl my name as I feel your release flow into me. My body is bursting with pleasure from what you gave me and mostly from knowing that I pleased you. You slowly pull out of me and lay on the bed. I move to sit beside you. I lean down and lick the juices off your cock. You caress my cheek as I finish.

“Put on clothes,” you tell me looking deeply into my eyes. I look up at you in surprise. I see you smile and say, “That’s only the beginning.”