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Mastering Nikki
by Sybian1 (1998)
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The sexual relationship between a master and submissive.
(Mdom/Fsub, spank)
***
My passion. Watching you. Who was truly the Master here?
Me or you? I wondered as you writhed on the bed.
Mesmerized by you, enslaved by my slave.
I stood at the foot of the bed and whispered
encouragement; "That's it Nikki, that's my girl, fuck
yourself for me, fuck yourself for your Master."
You groan at the sound of my words. Three fingers of
your right hand pumping in and out of your fuck-hole as
two fingers of your left sought your puckered ass.
There, completely filled now, your eyes rolled back in
your head, your rapture apparent. You loved your orgasms
so, you would have a hundred a night if I allowed it. I
never did.
"Bitch, whore, slut," I whisper sensing your climax
near, knowing how filthy words excite you.
Watching you. Your nylon encased legs shaking from the
force of your climax as it tore through you. One of your
stiletto heeled shoes slipping from your foot as you
fought for purchase on the bed. The tension of the
garter straps on the flesh of your thighs. Magnificent.
Who was the slave here?
I watched your eyes devour my now hard shaft, the veins
bulging with the hot blood coursing through them. I bent
my head and let some spit fall from my mouth onto my
tool. I run my fist up and down its length, coating it,
making it glisten in the half-light. I tease you with
the sight of it, pumping the greasy rod with my hand.
"You want this, don't you?," I hiss at your sweat
covered form.
"Yes Master, please let me take your cock in my mouth,"
you plead.
"Crawl to me," I answer, gripping my cock tightly,
forcing the blood engorged head to swell purple. Like a
cat you crawl to me, eyes glazed with lust.
You open your mouth and I thrust my length into your
throat and begin to fuck your hot mouth with long, slow,
strokes. You fondle my heavy sack as you suck me, and I
allow myself to relax momentarily, enjoying your expert
ministrations.
"Mmmmmmm, you're a good little cocksucker Nikki," I moan
in pleasure, smiling down at you and you just grunt your
reply, too busy at your craft to pause. I take your head
in my hands and lift you off my cock and for a moment
you smile at me as our eyes meet, but just for a moment,
for in the next I send you sprawling back on the bed.
You lower your eyes and say, "Master, what would you
like me to do for you?"
I pause to think for a moment, though I have already
choreographed this evening's game long before. "Crawl
across the floor to my bag, and bring me my handcuffs,
in your mouth, like the dog you are slut girl," my tone
harsh now.
You move to hurry off the bed but freeze when I speak
again, this time softly, "Oh and Nikki, crawl slowly,
very slowly, you know how I love to look at your ass,"
as I fasten a black leather harness under my overly
large scrotum and snap the ring closed at the base of my
cock.
I watched as you slowly crawled back to me, the gleaming
manacles dripping from your bee-stung lips. I feasted on
the sway of your provocative behind, how the garter
straps from your corset dug into your ass flesh. You
kept your eyes averted, downward cast as you had been
trained, crawling slowly to your Master, the
anticipation of the evening ahead making the nipples of
your swaying breasts hard.
I could only imagine the wetness between your legs, as
the stink of your arousal permeated the room. I inhaled
deeply, savoring your musk as I tightened my leather
gloves across my knuckles.
"Stop," I hissed when you were just a couple of feet
from me. My cock-meat swayed obscenely in front of me as
I walked to you. "Give," I ordered, placing my gloved
hand under the handcuffs. I stood up, savoring the feel
of the chromed steel through the leather. I looked down
upon your form, now shaking with perhaps fear, perhaps
anticipation, perhaps both. I slowly walked around you,
inspecting.
The off-black Dior stockings, the six-inch black patent
leather "fuck-me" pumps. The black satin corset, tied
tightly, forcing your hips to flare out to that
magnificent ass of yours. That was it. Your ass. That's
where I would begin. I took a pillow off the bed and
placed it on the ground in front of you.
"Rest your head on the pillow and put your hands behind
your back, I have work to do, Nikki," softly now, barely
commanding. You turned your face to the side and placed
it on the pillow, your breath coming quicker now. I
snapped the handcuffs onto your hands and once again
admired you. What a magnificent ass, sticking straight
up, begging for my attention.
I knelt behind you and ran my gloved fingers over your
cleft. The leather gleamed with your wetness. I brought
my hand to your mouth and ordered "Suck," and you
greedily sucked the slimy leather, enjoying the taste of
yourself.
I returned back to your cunt and rolled your very erect
clit between my fingers making you gasp as I spoke,
"What do you want slut, tell your Master of your dreams.
Do you want my fingers in your cunt as I whip your ass?
Or would you rather I fuck you with that twelve inch
black dildo I know you spied in my bag? Hmmm, Nikki,
tell your Master what he should do to you."
I kept rubbing your clit with one hand while I slowly
worked a wet leather finger into your rectum, all the
while taunting. "Tell me, Nikki darling, what would you
like to start our evening of debauchery, a good old
fashioned ass-fucking perhaps, or maybe a spanking, or
how about drinking your Master's piss, tell me sweet
nick, tell me what you want," I could feel you start to
spasm, your climax building.
As you neared your explosion I pulled my finger from
your ass and stood up and grabbed my thick leather belt.
I swung it at your ass, once, twice, a third time,
making contact...
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
Hard enough to raise welts.
"Don't you ever think of cumming again without my
permission you filthy whore!" I barked at you. I walked
around you again, snapping the belt, watching you wince
to the sound. I thought to myself how I had made you
mine.
How I instinctively knew how to mix the pleasure and the
pain, measure them out, always the correct ratio. I
knelt in front of you and wiped the tears from your
eyes, brought the wetness to my mouth and enjoyed the
salty taste of your pleasure and fear, your cunt-juice
mixed with your crying. No greater love.
I walked behind you again and tossed the belt onto the
bed. "I know what you need, nick. You need my fist up
your cunt, perhaps up your ass." I knelt behind you and
spread your cheeks and let my tongue find your darkest
area. I fucked your ass with my tongue for perhaps a
minute. Standing once again I walked to my bag. Reaching
in I pulled out a bottle of lubricant and started to
coat my leather encased hand, as the long night beckoned
us both.
I knelt next to your face and drank in your submissive
beauty as your head rested on the pillow. I gently
stroked your hair with my left hand and spoke gently,
"Look at you nick, you're such a shameless slut, my
slut. Here you are on your knees in a hotel room,
dressed like a whore, your hands cuffed behind your
back, waiting for a man you hardly know to shove his
fist into your cunt. You are a slave to your passions
nick and for that I forgive you."
You whimpered softly, my words arousing you even more. I
knew your girl cum was probably issuing forth from your
gash, puddling beneath you as I spoke. "Open your eyes,
sweet nick," I bid.
Your eyes opened to the sight of my blood engorged cock
head just inches from your face, my leather trussed
scrotum red with the hot jism that would be your reward
later. A pearly drop of pre-cum glistened in the slit.
"Go ahead, nick. Stick out your tongue, you may taste
it."
You greedily lapped at the tip of my penis, scooping up
the tiny pearl with your tongue and bringing it into
your cock hungry mouth. "Was that good, baby?" I asked
as I stroked your cheek.
"Yes, Master. Thank you Master," you whispered gently.
I held my oily, greasy, leather wrapped right hand in
front of your face so that you might glimpse the
instrument of your defilement. "I think it's time I
tended to business, don't you slave?" As I stood and
walked behind you.
Kneeling behind you I gently ran my index finger up and
down your slit. I took one of the swollen lips between
my greasy fingers and squeezed tightly, pulling it down
as far as it would go. I gently stroked your clit with
my thumb until you gasped.
"Shhhhhh, my little bitch. Don't make me gag you," I
ordered. I thrust a finger into your hole, deeply. I
worked it in and out, first slowly, then at a quickening
pace, enjoying the squishing sound it made in your
sopping pussy. I then inserted two fingers into you and
once again worked you slowly, then faster, then faster
still. I slowed down for a moment and let a third slimy
finger join the pair.
Now all three fingers were deep within you as I fucked
you slowly now, very slowly, enjoying your building
rapture, for the pain was about to start. "Don't you
dare cum, you lousy whore!" I barked.
Squish, squish. You were moaning softly now, unable to
contain yourself. I watched your cuffed hands clench and
unclench, I watched your ass flesh quiver, as my three
fingers steadily ran in and out of your hole. Holding my
three fingers at your yawning entrance I made a flat
plane of my gloved hand and started to work all four
fingers into you, twisting my hand as I went.
"No, no! P-please, Master, god no, I can't..." you
pleaded softly as I pushed harder into your fuck-hole.
Thwack!
Thwack!
"Shut up you stupid cunt," as I slapped your meaty ass
with my left hand. "Shut the fuck up. Master knows
what's best for his slut," as all four fingers
disappeared into you.
I paused for a moment allowing you to enjoy the
sensation, as I slowly massaged your throbbing clit with
my left hand. I gently pulled the four fingers out, not
quite completely. I paused and then thrust them back
into you. I withdrew them again and again thrust back
into you. I continued this, building a rhythm, my hand
like a knife driving in and out of your tortured pussy.
In and out, faster and faster, "Don't even think about
it Nick," I admonished, knowing yet another one of your
uncontrollable climaxes was building within you. As my
hand became a blur I suddenly stopped. You let out an
animal-like moan in frustration, you were so very close.
Poor nick. With my four fingers now half way out of your
cunt, I placed my thumb alongside them. I placed my left
hand beneath you, on your belly, and started to push
back.
Slowly I eased my whole, slimy, leather encased hand
inside you. I watched as the four fingers disappeared
within you, then my thumb. In time my whole hand was in
your fuck-hole. You groaned a low, guttural, inhuman
sound. There, my fist was in you. Your swollen cunt lips
formed a seal around my wrist. What a sight!
"You're a good girl nikkislut. You've taken your
Master's fist in your cunt. Good baby!" I said. "Now I'm
going to fuck you with my fist, and you know what nick?
I'm going to let you cum!"
I laughed as I slowly started to work my fist like a
black leather piston in and out of your insatiable cunt.
END
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