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Authors: Jason Luke, Jade West
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what you may well come to expect. The sooner you embrace it, the better.”
I ventured closer to the set-up, until I was near enough to trail my fingers across a leather ankle cuff. It felt solid, unyielding.
“I want you naked,” he said. I undressed without a flicker of hesitation, holding my shoulders high and my eyes lowered. “Good girl. On the bed for me. I want you on your back, legs spread wide.”
I climbed up onto the mattress, positioning myself as he wanted. He wasted no time in slipping a cuff around my ankle, buckling me up tight. It was firm, but not uncomfortable. I fought the urge to test its strength while he shackled the other leg. This time he pulled both chains tight towards the corners, until my legs stretched wide and my pussy opened for him.
“You will feel both exposed and vulnerable. Don’t fight the sensation, I want you to embrace it.” He paced to the top of the bed. “Your wrists,” he said. “Give them to me.”
I raised my arms, and he fastened the remaining cuffs tight around my wrists. He shortened the chains until I was fully spread-eagled, pinned in position with barely an inch of wriggle room. This experience wasn’t new to me. I’d been shackled before, for a series of men who didn’t know what they were doing. I doubted this would be the case with Robert.
“Open your mouth, Amy, raise your head for me.”
I took the ballgag without flinching, perfectly at ease as he tightened it behind my head. It was small enough that it didn’t strain my jaw, a perfect fit. Finally, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. It was a weighty silk, soft against my eyelids but heavy enough to block out all the light.
“You are here at my whim,” he said. “Mine to either use or ignore as I see fit. You will be patient, calm, and willing. You will remember our session earlier, and how much your pleasure depends on your own outlook. You will wait quietly and you will fantasize about what lies in store for you. When I touch you I want you to be ready for me, always ready, Amy. Do you understand?”
I nodded, groaning into the gag as his fingertips dipped between my thighs. “It brings a master pleasure to find his submissive wet for him.” I groaned again as he teased a nipple. “You may test the chains now, you’ll find they hold firm.”
I pulled against the cuffs, and sure enough they didn’t budge.
“I’m going to leave you now,” he said. “I’ll be back when it pleases me.”
I listened intently as he walked away, but soon his footfalls grew muffled under the silk of the blindfold, and I lost track of his location. Silence descended like a heavy blanket, the only reprieve being the gentle whisper of breath through my nostrils. I shifted on the bed, sinking deeper into the covers as the seconds turned to minutes, and eventually turned into long, slow hours. My mind began to wander, dark places morphing into memories of Robert’s warm touch against my skin, his mouth against mine. I wanted to feel that again.
I pictured myself kneeling at his feet, lips parted and eyes lowered like a good girl. I relived the moments where he’d veered on the edge of control, succumbing to the soft rhythm of my lips around his cock. The swell of his arousal in the shower, his soapy body pressed against mine. The growl of his commands in the silence, perfectly authoritative, without the need for humiliation or cruelty.
Robert, the only man I’d never known to deserve the title Master.
I imagined his weight against my skin, his musky scent in my lungs as he positioned his swollen cock just inside my pussy lips. Please, sir, take me… I’d whisper . Oh fuck, please, sir. Please, fuck me.
And he would. He’d fuck me hard, and deep, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d taken his fill. He’d take me until I was tender and spent, and yet still I’d beg him for more, I’d beg him for his touch, even if his pleasure brought me nothing but pain.
His pleasure was all that mattered.
My
I ventured closer to the set-up, until I was near enough to trail my fingers across a leather ankle cuff. It felt solid, unyielding.
“I want you naked,” he said. I undressed without a flicker of hesitation, holding my shoulders high and my eyes lowered. “Good girl. On the bed for me. I want you on your back, legs spread wide.”
I climbed up onto the mattress, positioning myself as he wanted. He wasted no time in slipping a cuff around my ankle, buckling me up tight. It was firm, but not uncomfortable. I fought the urge to test its strength while he shackled the other leg. This time he pulled both chains tight towards the corners, until my legs stretched wide and my pussy opened for him.
“You will feel both exposed and vulnerable. Don’t fight the sensation, I want you to embrace it.” He paced to the top of the bed. “Your wrists,” he said. “Give them to me.”
I raised my arms, and he fastened the remaining cuffs tight around my wrists. He shortened the chains until I was fully spread-eagled, pinned in position with barely an inch of wriggle room. This experience wasn’t new to me. I’d been shackled before, for a series of men who didn’t know what they were doing. I doubted this would be the case with Robert.
“Open your mouth, Amy, raise your head for me.”
I took the ballgag without flinching, perfectly at ease as he tightened it behind my head. It was small enough that it didn’t strain my jaw, a perfect fit. Finally, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. It was a weighty silk, soft against my eyelids but heavy enough to block out all the light.
“You are here at my whim,” he said. “Mine to either use or ignore as I see fit. You will be patient, calm, and willing. You will remember our session earlier, and how much your pleasure depends on your own outlook. You will wait quietly and you will fantasize about what lies in store for you. When I touch you I want you to be ready for me, always ready, Amy. Do you understand?”
I nodded, groaning into the gag as his fingertips dipped between my thighs. “It brings a master pleasure to find his submissive wet for him.” I groaned again as he teased a nipple. “You may test the chains now, you’ll find they hold firm.”
I pulled against the cuffs, and sure enough they didn’t budge.
“I’m going to leave you now,” he said. “I’ll be back when it pleases me.”
I listened intently as he walked away, but soon his footfalls grew muffled under the silk of the blindfold, and I lost track of his location. Silence descended like a heavy blanket, the only reprieve being the gentle whisper of breath through my nostrils. I shifted on the bed, sinking deeper into the covers as the seconds turned to minutes, and eventually turned into long, slow hours. My mind began to wander, dark places morphing into memories of Robert’s warm touch against my skin, his mouth against mine. I wanted to feel that again.
I pictured myself kneeling at his feet, lips parted and eyes lowered like a good girl. I relived the moments where he’d veered on the edge of control, succumbing to the soft rhythm of my lips around his cock. The swell of his arousal in the shower, his soapy body pressed against mine. The growl of his commands in the silence, perfectly authoritative, without the need for humiliation or cruelty.
Robert, the only man I’d never known to deserve the title Master.
I imagined his weight against my skin, his musky scent in my lungs as he positioned his swollen cock just inside my pussy lips. Please, sir, take me… I’d whisper . Oh fuck, please, sir. Please, fuck me.
And he would. He’d fuck me hard, and deep, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d taken his fill. He’d take me until I was tender and spent, and yet still I’d beg him for more, I’d beg him for his touch, even if his pleasure brought me nothing but pain.
His pleasure was all that mattered.
My
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