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Master's View
by Emerald (enslavedsincemay@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A slave tries to please her Master - the first story I
ever wrote, it's for my Master. (MF, dom, oral, mast)
***
WARNING: This story was produced as adult entertainment
and should not be read by minors. This story contains
sexually explicit topics. If you are not an adult you
should not read this. If it is illegal in your area,
you shouldn't either. This work is copyrighted 2005.
***
My Master is coming home soon. I can't wait. Just
thinking about him makes me smile. If I think about his
touch, my pants start getting wet as I tingle all over.
I move to his prop dresser, looking in the deep bottom
drawer through the outfits he keeps there for me to
wear. I know what I'm looking for. I pass over the
outfits neatly folded on top: maid, nurse, secretary,
chef, lounge dancer, gypsy, and police officer. I pass
over them all. There it is - at the bottom of the
drawer. The cowgirl outfit. I lay it out piece by
piece, making sure it is all there before I close the
drawer. The chaps, vest, kerchief, hat, and boots; yes,
it's all here. I close the drawer and stand up,
gathering the outfit in my arms. I walk over to the
chair and lay it down.
After walking into the bathroom, I brush my hair into a
pony tail, low enough to be able to wear the hat
correctly, yet high enough to swing freely as I move my
body. I tie it with a piece of ribbon.
I return to the chair and take off my clothes, slipping
my feet out of my sandals and pushing them next to the
wall. I slide my shirt off, folding it neatly and
placing it on my sandals. Unhooking my bra and taking
my arms out of the straps, I shiver in anticipation as
the combination of the cool air hitting my skin and the
thought of my Master coming home, makes my nipples
hard. I fold my bra and lay it on my shirt. Slipping my
thumbs into my shorts, I slide them down over my hips.
I close my eyes, imagining Master removing them from my
body. I touch my thighs lightly, trembling **no time
for this girl - get ready - Master's on his way home**.
I quickly step out of the shorts and fold them up,
pushing thoughts of Master touching me from my mind. I
put the shorts on top of my bra and shirt. As Master
has a rule of no panties and clean shaven at all times,
I am now standing naked with the cool air fingering my
skin, no hair to protect my most sensitive parts from
the light breeze caused by the A/C. My nipples stand
out further and my crotch tingles.
Turning to the chair holding the cowgirl outfit, I pick
up the chaps and slip my feet into them, sliding them
up my legs, careful of the sore spot on my left hip.
Once on my hips, I buckle the waist and smooth the
chaps down my legs. The cool air on my now framed naked
ass and crotch is making me think of Master's touch.
**STOP IT GIRL!!** I run a hand across my nipples, they
are so hard, they ache for Master's touch - his hand,
his mouth, his breath.
I pinch my nipples and shiver, as I reach for the vest.
Raising my hands and the vest over my head, I slip my
hands into the vest, letting it fall onto my shoulders.
As I lower my arms, the vest slides onto my body,
fitting against my back. The contact of the leather
front of the vest just barely brushing against my
nipples is really making my crotch wet.
I rub my legs together, the tingling stops. I put the
kerchief around my neck and knot it on the side of my
neck. I grab the hat and put it on my head. I pull my
chaps to the side and slip my feet into the boots.
I bend over and grab either side of one boot and pull
up, making sure my foot is all the way inside. As I
reach for the other boot, I catch sight of my chaps
framed ass in the mirror **Oh God! This is what Master
sees?** and freeze.
I don't like to be viewed while naked, not even by my
own self. **too bad girl - this is what Master likes -
deal with it**. I look at my reflection for a second
longer, then gripping the short vest with my hands
right by my breasts, I stomp my feet, making sure the
hat is on right, the chaps are on securely, and the
vest is pulled down in the back. Perfect.
I hear Master's truck. Quickly looking around the room
to be sure I put everything back as it should be, I
move to a spot on the floor to wait for him. I get down
on my knees; legs spread, chest thrust out, eyes down,
hands on my knees - palms up. I hear him at the door. I
don't want to disappoint him. I look to make sure I'm
where he can see me, from his chair, his bed, or the
doorway - but not in his way.
I hear him enter the room. His keys are laid on the
desk. The chairs familiar noise as he sits in it. He
clears his throat; I raise my face, but not my eyes. I
feel his gaze and wonder, `Did I choose the right
outfit? Does this please him?'
I see Master's foot move to my knee, he gently pushes
my knee away from my body, spreading my legs further. I
look up to apologize for not being in the proper
position - but stop. Master is smiling at me. I lower
my eyes, blinking away the tears that had started
forming when I thought I had failed. **He smiled. Why
are you so afraid you'll disappoint him girl? He just
wants you to know your place as his property and for
you to obey.** I smile a small smile and sit up
straighter, thrusting out my chest. I glance down, my
nipples could be harder. I think of Master's touch, my
nipples tingle; I tweak them both, getting them hard. I
lower my hands back down to my knees, palms up.
I think about why I am sitting here. Remembering
yesterday, when Master had told me to keep my hands
over my head as I lay on his bed blindfolded. He was
touching me; my breasts, my stomach, my face, my neck.
Softly, teasing me. Not knowing where he would touch me
next, or even if he was going to use his hands or his
mouth, was making me so excited. My nipples were
staying hard and my pussy was soaked. He'd whisper to
me, "Does my slave like this?" and then touch my breast
with his tongue. "Does my slave like this?" and then
slide his hand across my slit, pressing one finger
against my clit.
Then he said, "Run your fingers through my hair." As I
reached out to do what he said, I felt my body reacting
to the impending sensation. I was not to cum, not
without Master's permission. Before I even touched his
hair, I knew this was going to push me past my limit
and I moaned, "That's not fair. Your teasing me is not
fair."
He moved his hand from my clit and pulled me onto my
hip and smacked me on my ass. Raising his mouth from my
breasts at the same time, he said, "Who are you?"
"Your slave, Master."
"Who owns you, slave?"
"You do Master."
"Then what does fair have to do with anything?"
"Nothing, Master. I'm sorry. I feared that just
touching your hair was going to make me cum. Please
forgive me."
"Your punishment will be masturbating for 30 minutes in
front of me, do you understand slave? You will carry
out the punishment later, another day. And you are not
to cum for 3 days. Am I clear slave?"
He knows how I dread masturbating, but I must learn to
do as he says.
And I must learn not to be shy. "Yes Master. I
understand."
"Then you will pleasure me, but you are not to make me
cum. What is your punishment slave?"
"Yes Master. I am to masturbate for you for 30 minutes
and then pleasure you, Master."
And that is why I am here on my knees now.
Master likes this outfit. He likes when I masturbate in
front of him.
And he likes when I strip. I am hopeful that adding the
other elements in
with my punishment will not displease him. It makes
Master unhappy to
discipline me, but I earned this punishment and I need
to be disciplined. I
was wrong to make that outburst, so I must be punished.
He is Master, not I. I am for his pleasure, not he for
mine. I am his to do with as he pleases. I am to obey
him. I must be trained, disciplined, taught.
I watch Master walk to the refrigerator and get a Coke.
He returns to his chair at the desk.
Once he is seated, I reach down beside me out of his
line of vision, and pick up his paddle and crop. I lean
closer to Master, and lay them on his desk near his
hands.
As there is no spanking due for punishment, Master
raises an eyebrow in question as he tilts his head and
looks at me.
"Master?"
"Yes slave."
"May I complete my punishment now?" As he waves his
hand at the crop and paddle questioningly, I continue,
"I put those near you in case I move to slow, act
timidly, or do anything that doesn't please you, as I
carry out my punishment."
"You are planning to displease me slave?" He asks in
surprise.
"NO MASTER!! Never! That is just in case I do Master.
So you won't have to get them out, they are already
there for you."
"Yes slave. You may carryout your punishment. What was
it?"
"I am to masturbate for your pleasure, not mine, for 30
minutes and not cum, Master."
"Is that all?"
"No Master. I am then to pleasure you, but not make you
cum." I pause. "Master, I want to know if I may do
whatever I want to carry out both parts of my
punishment."
He touches the paddle and the crop with his hand, then
he looks at me in the outfit at his feet. I watch him,
he's thinking about it. **Oh no!
He's not liking that I acted on my own. I blew it!! Do
not let him see me cry. It will only make the
punishment worse. Stop it NOW!**
Is that a smile? I see a smile starting to play across
Master's handsome face. I breathe again. The tears that
had started to form are now gone.
"If I don't like what you are doing, I will use the
paddle or crop on your ass. Is that fair slave?"
"Of course Master. It is more than fair. Thank you
Master."
I look at my Master. I want to make him happy. He sits
there waiting for me to start. Master knows my
weaknesses, and they far out number my strengths for
now. He knows I fear eye contact and his seeing me
touch myself - actually I fear touching myself. **MOVE
GIRL - NOW** I look up into his eyes. **don't cry - do
NOT cry** and promise myself I will not look away
unless I have to. I smile a small smile, fear of crying
stopping me from smiling seductively like I had wanted
to.
Looking into Master's eyes, I run my fingertips lightly
up my inner thighs where the chaps leave my skin bare.
Sliding them toward my waist, I criss-cross them across
my stomach under the vest toward my breasts, lightly
brushing over my nipples **Can he see? Can he see that
I imagine it is his hands doing this?** My nipples
harden, my breasts tingle, I feel my pussy getting wet.
I rub and tweak my nipples.
The tingling in my lower body is very pleasant, and
growing insistent in its desire for release. **I want
him so badly. I wonder if he knows that I can taste
him? smell him? feel him? from here?** I tilt my head
back, running one hand up to my neck toward my face,
while teasing my nipple - pulling, rubbing, twisting.
It's standing straight out now, just like master likes.
I slide one finger into my mouth. I stare at his eyes.
I suck the finger in and out of my mouth slowly, as my
other hand trails off from my erect nipple and plays
down my stomach. The lower my hand goes, the harder I
suck and lick my finger. As I reach my slit, I pull the
finger from my mouth, rubbing it's wetness onto my
nipples, imagining that it is Master's tongue, and
press my other hand down onto my slit **Oh God I wish
it was him, I want to feel him against my skin**, the
pressure is tantalizing.
I press my palm harder and keep sliding my hand down,
slipping a finger between the lips, touching my clit. I
tremble slightly, his eyes are locked on mine, watching
me watch him watching me. I want to lower my eyes. I
can't. I won't.
I rub my nipple harder, imagining Master's mouth moving
on me. His tongue on my nipple - sucking, teasing,
licking. I raise my ass up off my feet. I'm so wet I
can feel the moisture on my thighs, slowly spreading
toward the chaps **Does he see? Does he realize I'm
thinking of him, not of myself?* I slide my hand down
and put one finger inside my pussy while still pressing
my palm on my clit, grinding it slowly.
My hips involuntarily push into my hand **Oh how I want
my Master, to feel him inside me** and I slide my
finger back up my slit and across my clit **careful
girl!**. I rub the wetness from my pussy into my clit,
in circles just like Master does. My hips are moving,
I'm getting too close, **God it feels good** so I lift
the finger from my clit and move it toward my face.
Watching Master's eyes - he watches my hand.
I slip that finger into my mouth, tasting myself for
the first time. I'm surprised; I thought it would taste
horrible, it doesn't. Master smiles, apparently my
surprise was showing. I blush, but start licking my
finger as if it were Master's cock. I lick the tip of
my finger, sucking it into my mouth. I lick down both
sides of my finger, and then slide it into my mouth,
sucking my finger while tickling my tongue across it
and pressing the finger into the roof of my mouth.
I drop my other hand from my nipples, down to my pussy.
Rubbing my clit in slow circles again. Sliding my
fingers down either side of my slit and getting them
wet. I slide them back up to my clit. **Oh Lord I have
to stop** I quickly raise my hand up and pinch my
nipple while locking my lips around my finger and
biting down on it so Master can't see. The pain
distraction brings tears to my eyes and successfully
stops the feeling building inside me.
As I keep looking at Master's eyes, I lower my hand
back down to my slit, rubbing slower this time.
Slipping two fingers into my soaked pussy **NO! The
throbbing is coming back! Stop pretending it's
Master!** sliding them back up to my clit **I want him,
can he tell? I want HIM, not just his body or just to
be fucked.** and continue rubbing in slow circles.
I slide the finger in my mouth down toward my breasts,
grazing my nipples lightly, the hand continues down
toward my other hand. I rub one hand up one side of my
slit and rub the other hand down the other side of my
slit. I can hear the wetness in my pussy.
I press one palm firmly against my clit, rocking that
hand slowly; the other hand tickles my thighs and moves
up - slipping one finger inside my pussy. I slowly move
that finger in and out while rubbing my clit with the
rocking motion **I want him, I'm so close to begging
him to let me have him.** I find myself pretending it's
Master touching me, his finger inside me.
I slip in another finger. As I start to feel like I
need to lie down to enjoy this, I start to lower my ass
back to my feet. The throbbing feelings ebb **God
no!**, I quickly raise back up and spread my knees
further apart. I start to lean forward, toward Master's
knee **Stop now or you will disappoint him girl** for
support.
The clock on the computer catches my eye; it has been
more than 30 minutes. I stop. I have to, or I will
disobey Master and cum. I keep looking at Master, I
lick each finger clean. He has an odd smile on his face
as he watches me. My eyes never leave his face.
I lean forward, putting my hands on the floor. As I
slide my feet flush to the floor to stand, I untie
Master's shoes. He looks at me, kicking off his shoes
as I slide my hands up is legs and over his knees,
stopping mid-thigh. I press down with my hands and
stand up in front of him.
Taking a few steps back, I slide my hands up my thighs
to my hips and slip the strap out of the chaps buckle,
but don't unbuckle it. I slide my hands up between my
breasts, pulling the vest back off my shoulders
slightly.
Slowly moving my hands up the kerchief ends, I undo the
knot and pull it from around my neck. Tipping the front
of the cowboy hat forward over my eyes **Yeah Yeah I
know - what happened to eye contact - forget it for
now**, I reach out and slip the kerchief into Master's
lap, letting it lie there.
I turn my back to Master slowly, keeping my face toward
the desk, watching the crop and paddle out of the
corner of my eye. Letting one shoulder drop, I twitch
my back and shoulders to get the vest to slide off.
Once it slides to my elbow, I let the other shoulder
drop. The vest easily slides off that shoulder.
Dropping both arms down behind my back, I let the vest
fall off my arms and into my hands.
It briefly covers my bare, but chaps framed, ass. I
slide the vest back and forth across my ass with it
lightly gripped in my fingers, then let it go with one
hand and toss it onto my folded clothes next to the
wall.
With my back to Master, I unbuckle the chaps. I keep
them snug on my hips by slipping my thumbs into the
opening in the front at the waist. I smile a secret
smile. Master hasn't seen my ass yet - not all of it
anyway. I wonder if he will be surprised when he does.
I rock back on my boot heels, gyrating my hips
slightly. I'm just out of Master's reach and still
eying the paddle and crop. With the hat low on my eyes,
my pony tail swings down my back even more than it had
been.
I shift my weight from my heels onto my feet and start
sliding the chaps off my hips. I lean forward as the
chaps get half way down my ass, turning my left hip
away from Master as I don't want him to see that side
of my ass closely just yet. Wiggling my hips, I let the
chaps slowly slide of my body. I turn to face Master as
they fall. As the chaps slip out of my fingers, I run
my hands up my smooth legs as I stand back up.
I shiver lightly as my once covered legs adjust to the
cool room temperature and my mind adjusts to my
standing here nude, nothing but boots and a hat on.
**Don't freeze now - keep going** I look at the crop
and paddle, then toward Master. With the hat still low
on my eyes, I move toward him a step or so.
"Master, may I pleasure you now?"
Master answers by standing up in front of me. The
kerchief falls to the floor.
I reach out and touch his shirt, unbuttoning it. As his
chest starts to appear, I lean in and kiss it. As more
of his chest is exposed, I push the shirt out of my way
and lick his nipples.
I gently bite his nipples with my teeth while running
my hands up onto his shoulders and sliding the shirt
off. Down his arms I pull the shirt. I lower my face
from his chest to his stomach. Once I pull the shirt
off his arms and toss it onto the chair, I put my hands
on his belt and unbuckle it as I settle onto my knees.
I lean forward as I unsnap Master's jeans and stick my
tongue on the zipper, catching it with my lips and
sucking it between my teeth. I lean back and pull my
head down, unzipping Master's pants the way he likes -
with my mouth. Slipping my hands into his open jeans
and around his hips, I press down on his jeans, pushing
them off his hips and down to his ankles. He steps out
of them.
I usually put my hands behind my back or onto Master's
thighs at this point; but I want to try something new
to please him. Watching his hand near the crop and
paddle for signs of movement, I raise up on my knees
and slip one hand down onto my clit and start rubbing
it while quickly leaning forward with my mouth and
grasping Master's boxer waistband with my tongue and
lips.
I lean into Master's stomach, pushing my hat down lower
on my face as I tug on his boxers with my lips, pulling
them down to uncover Master's cock. I lick the tip and
suck gently on the head as I move to lick the shaft.
When I run into the boxer fabric again, I pull them
down off Master's hips with my free hand. When they
touch the top of his feet, Master steps out of them.
I move that hand to my breasts and start rubbing my
nipples as I continue to rub my clit - circling,
touching, rubbing. I suck Master's cock carefully into
my mouth, circling my tongue around the tip and moving
my mouth back and forth steadily. I move my hand from
my hard nipples and tickle Master's thighs as I raise
my hand to cup his balls.
As I move my mouth faster and suck harder on Master's
cock, I find my fingers are moving faster on my clit
and I'm breathing faster. **Gawd I'm wet!** I can feel
a trail running down my thing to my knee.
**Concentrate. Focus on Master. Watch his hand on the
desk.** Master likes to watch me masturbate and likes
me to pleasure him with my mouth. Maybe trying the two
together is going to be okay.
I suck Master's cock as far as I can into my mouth. I
feel the head touching the back of my throat. I move my
hand from my clit; it's just too close for me right
now. I'm afraid I'll cum. I move that hand to Master's
cock, gripping the shaft firmly. I slide my hand up his
shaft when I pull my mouth back, and slide it back down
the shaft when I slide my mouth down. I put my other
hand on Master's hip - pulling him toward me.
As I suck and lick his cock, I slowly push him toward
the bed until I feel the mattress bump into his legs.
As he sits down, I continue to move my mouth up and
down his cock **I want to feel him inside me. I need to
feel him inside me. Can he tell?** as I gently squeeze
Master's balls and suck his cock into my mouth, I start
to swallow. I feel his balls tighten and rise up in my
hand. Suddenly I feel Master's hands on my head, firmly
gripping either side.
Master stops me, holding my head still. I am confused
at first. What did I do to make him stop me? Master
lies back on the bed. I see him turn over onto his
stomach as he slides his tall body up the bed.
I didn't displease him! Master wants me to massage him!
Kneeling between Master's ankles, I rub his calf and
lower leg. Leaning to one side, I reach under the edge
of Master's bed and feel for the bottle of oil he keeps
there. Finding it, I pull it out and sit back up.
Opening the flip top with my teeth, I pour a bit of oil
onto Master's lower leg and drizzle it up to his thigh.
My hand slides on Master's skin much easier now.
Laying the bottle of oil down on the bed, I use both
hands to rub Master's calf, gently twisting and
kneading. Sliding my hands firmly over the back of his
knee, I start pressing a kneading Master's lower thigh.
I continue to work my way up his thigh to his hip. I
rub back down his leg to his ankle, twisting gently,
kneading firmly - no tickling.
Grabbing the oil, I drizzle some on his other calf and
thigh. I press firmly on that calf, firmly working the
muscle in my hands. I press up over the back of his
knee to his thigh. I rub Master's thigh, squeezing and
kneading, pulling and pushing. I get to the hip and rub
back down his leg to the ankle.
Grinning mischievously, I quickly run my fingers
lightly up the back of Master's calves. I slip them to
his inner thigh. Tickling lightly all the way up to his
balls, I run my fingers lightly across them and back
out to his ass.
"Slaaaaaaaaaaave?"
"Yes Master. I'm stopping."
Squeezing oil onto my hand, I rub my hands up Master's
lower ass and hip. I massage his ass carefully, sliding
my body up onto his thighs, straddling him. Working my
hands on Master's ass and lower back, I knead the
muscles up either side of his spine **his back is
beautiful** to his shoulders.
I move my hands to one arm, starting at his wrist and
massaging and rolling his lower arm muscles. I continue
to his elbow and then his upper arm. I massage back
down to his wrist and rub each finger separately. I get
more oil on my hands, and then grab his other arm. I
rub the lower arm, pulling the muscles toward me and
firmly pushing them away from me, continuing up to his
upper arm. I rub back down to his hand, manipulating
each finger separately. I sit up, grab the oil, and
lean forward with my hands on his lower back. I pull my
body up over his ass to his lower back.
"Slave, you aren't rubbing that pussy on me trying to
get off, are you?" he asked without even opening his
eyes.
Blushing, I reply, "No Master, of course not."
I squeeze more oil onto my hands. I reach out and rub
Master's shoulder and neck. Pulling the muscles in
different directions and pressing firmly.
I wipe my hands on my outer thighs, getting excess oil
off them. I run my fingertips up through Master's hair
and press into his scalp, around his ears, temple, and
forehead. I move my fingertips all over his scalp
pressing firmly, but not too hard. I lean forward, my
nipples brushing against his back and kiss Master's
neck, and I slide off Master and push him over onto his
back.
I rub his face, running my fingertips along Master's
ear lobes and up behind his ears. I lessen the pressure
in my fingers as I slide my hands onto his face.
Carefully, I rub around his eyes and cheeks. I press a
little harder as I rub his forehead and scalp, pulling
his hair gently in large handfuls, manipulating his
scalp.
As I slip my hands down to his neck, I lean in and kiss
his chest. I straddle Master's hips; I feel his cock
behind me. I move my hands, kneading and rubbing, down
one arm to his fingers. I rub the palm and back of his
hand. I rub and twist my way back up. I do the other
arm the same way. As I rub the palm and back of that
hand, I lift his arm up and suck one finger into my
mouth. I lower the arm, rubbing back up to the
shoulder. I kiss Master's chest again, lightly biting
one nipple.
I squeeze oil into my hand and start rubbing his
shoulders. Pulling and pushing his neck and shoulder
muscles carefully, I work my way to his upper chest. I
run my hands up and across both sides of his throat -
no pressure. I place my hands on his chest **he's got a
beautiful, muscular body**. I raise up my hips and push
myself back over his cock and straddle his thighs.
I massage Master's chest, squeezing and occasionally
licking. I rub Master's stomach and hips; I start to
slide down Master's legs more. I pour more oil into my
hands, Master's erect cock catches my eye **don't do it
girl - resist**.
I lean forward with the oil in my hands and lick the
shaft to the tip, sucking his cock into my mouth
gently. I quickly lower my mouth on his cock as far as
I can, turn my head slightly and come back up. Then I
turn my body so my right hip is to him and suck him
back into my mouth. I suck harder as I come back up and
let his cock slip from my lips **nope, couldn't
resist**.
I take my oiled hands and rub Master's calves down to
his feet, careful not to tickle. I rub up to Master's
knees, one hand on each leg, pressing firmly and
kneading his muscles. I get between his legs and rub
his inner thighs, then his outer thighs.
I lean over and suck his cock into my mouth again. Down
and up I go - real fast, sucking hard, two times. I let
him slide out of my mouth again. Moving my hands to his
cock and balls, I very carefully massage them. I put my
mouth back over the head of Master's cock and lick all
around, as I gently start stroking it. After licking
and sucking the head, teasing, I slowly lower my mouth
on Master's cock and press it to the roof of my mouth
with my tongue.
I slide his cock back out of my mouth and lay my body
on Master's legs. I press my breasts around his cock
and start sliding up and down the length of it with my
breasts. **I wonder...** I lean my head forward, until
my chin touches my chest and open my mouth. **Yes - I
think I can ...** I try to get Master's cock into my
mouth without hurting him. I suck his cock into my
mouth again - teeth covered by my lips **do NOT make a
mistake here!**. As I slide my breasts up and down his
cock, I pull the head into my mouth each time I'm close
enough.
Suddenly, I feel the hat pulled off my head. Without
stopping or changing position, I raise my eyes to try
and see Master's face. He watches me - maybe three
strokes in this manner.
When I raise my head up and let his cock slip from
mouth and ask, "May I still mount you Master?"
He grabs me and pulls me up his body in reply. As I
slide across his cock, I push my thigh into him firmly.
He grabs my hips as I raise up. I put my hand on
Master's chest. This is always exquisite; I have to
brace myself for the feeling.
I feel Master's cock on my slit, I rub my clit against
it and then slowly - oh so slowly - slide my pussy down
onto his cock **hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm**. I start sliding up
and down Master's cock slowly. It feels so good. I grip
with the walls of my pussy, flexing, as I slide down
onto him.
I move one hand to my clit. As I raise my body up and
down on Master's cock, I rub my clit in circles. Faster
now, deeper, harder. I slide up and down - stroking my
clit faster. My breathing changes **careful girl - you
are close**. I spread my legs farther apart, to get him
as far inside as I can **CAREFUL GIRL**. Faster I slide
on his cock, almost pounding up and down. **Master said
NO cumming - you better stop or you'll disobey him** I
have to stop, but I'm afraid I'll displease him.
His hands on my hips still, raising and lowering me. He
grips tighter **OW!** He's touched my left hip, I
flinch. I quickly lift off Master's cock, scooting
back; I take it into my mouth and quickly get the same
up and down speed as before.
I suck and push him to the roof of my mouth with my
tongue. I cup and caress his balls, moving my mouth to
different angles with each stroke. Faster I suck and
move my mouth, my hair falling forward, tickling my
face and Master's stomach area. Faster I suck.
I feel his hands on my head **don't' get scared - focus
on Master**, they are lightly touching my hair. Faster.
He grabs my pony tail, holding it. I keep sucking and
licking and pushing with my tongue - faster. I feel his
cock growing in my mouth, stiffening. Master's body
tenses, I push my mouth onto his cock as far as I can
and start swallowing, constricting my throat on the
head of his cock while stroking the shaft, squeezing
his balls gently.
Then I feel it. The new movement starts in his balls,
moves up the shaft. Then, my mouth is full and I can't
swallow fast enough. It's very warm. I pull back from
his body some, swallowing two or three times, still
pressing up with my tongue and sucking gently.
Master tugs on my pony tail, pulling me up his body. I
wrap my arms around his neck.
He smacks the left side of my ass lightly **OW! I hope
he didn't notice me jump** and says, "That's for
thinking ahead in your punishment. But I liked it, so
no further discipline, THIS time. Don't do it again
slave. You ask first next time."
"Yes Master."
I close my eyes. I pleased him. I smile.
"Why did you jump two different times when I touched
your hip slave?" I don't answer. "You thought I
wouldn't notice? Answer me slave. Now."
I sit up facing Master.
Looking into his eyes, I reach above his head and grab
a tube of antibiotic cream from the head board. Handing
it to him, I say, "I can't see where I need to apply
this at Master. Will you do it for me?"
Without waiting for his answer, I turn my back to him,
the area in question no longer covered by chaps. He
sits up on one arm to look at my hip. Then he drops the
tube of cream. He reaches out with his fingers, lightly
tracing the mark on my hip. He runs his fingertips
along the ink lines.
"When did you do this slave?" He keeps tracing the ink
over and over.
"Today, Master." I twitch as his fingers tickle my
skin.
He looks up quickly, stopping his fingers. "Does it
hurt slave?"
"No Master. You tickled me."
Master squeezes some of the ointment onto his fingers
and gently rubs it onto the inked area. When he's done,
he pulls me down beside him and looks at the tattoo.
"It's best viewed from behind you slave. An above view
it seems. Why did you have it put there?"
"I told the man to put it were it could be seen best
from behind, whether I'm seated, standing, laying down,
or bending over; by someone taller than I am. I wanted
it where you could see it when ever you wanted to,
Master."
Satisfied with my answer, Master lies down and pulls me
to him. As he dozes off, he puts his hand on the
tattoo, tracing the raised MV with his fingers.
He can do that. It is after all, his.
It is Master's View.
END
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