Worshiping my Master’s Cock

Literotic asexstories – Worshiping my Master’s Cock by Dontknownow

I had just gotten home from work and undressed (as I was not allowed clothes in the house) when my phone buzzed with a text…It’s been a long day. My whore will be ready and waiting to serve me when I get home. After your standing chores, edge yourself for 30 minutes and don’t you dare cum. I want my cunt wet when I get there.

Master knew I always looked forward to our evenings together and waited not as patiently as I should to find out in which way he would use me. Sometimes our evenings were spent quietly with me as his footrest, watching TV. Sometimes I spent the evening as a cockwarmer, simply there to hold him in my mouth. I spent some nights with a lot of time in the corner, waiting for his commands until we went to bed. Some nights it was a fuck in whichever hole he wanted. Sometimes I got to cum, sometimes I didn’t. Some nights were long drawn out sessions, some a quick use. However he used me I was happy but this text instantly made my cunt ache. I excitedly replied with a quick yes Master and got to work readying the house and myself.

I usually got home from work a couple hours before Master did and I was to make sure everything was fairly neat and clean and prepare dinner, unless Master had told me he had other plans for us. Some people might think these chores menial work but knowing I was doing them to please my Master gave me a special satisfaction and pleasure. After I had dinner in the oven I jumped in the shower being sure to prepare my body for Master, paying extra attention to shaving my cunt carefully so as not to miss anything and displease Him.

After a quick application of His favorite scented lotion, I checked dinner and changed the oven to the warm setting and took my place on the bed with my vibe. I of course was still naked. I spread my legs wide and set the vibe to my clit, savoring the sensation and letting my mind run wild with all the ways my Master had used me in the past and all the possibilities for the future.

I had a fleeting thought to let myself succumb to the sensations and enjoy the powerful orgasm that begged to be released on my body but I knew it would change the prospects for the evening to one full of punishment and a very cranky and displeased Master. I decided to be a good slave and stay needy as my Master demanded. My cunt wet and achy, I felt like such a needy slut waiting to be put to good use….My thoughts and fantasies were interrupted by the sound of my timer and I got up and put away my toy and went back into the kitchen to attend to last minute details for dinner.

Just as I was finishing up, Master got home and came into the kitchen. I turned around to say hello and was greeted by a look I can only describe as one full of domination and hunger. His eyes captivated mine and before I could speak he put his index finger to his mouth, his sign for me that I was not allowed to speak or make noise.

“Hello my slut. I’m going to change. You will prepare a plate for me and take your spot on your knees next to my chair and wait for me,” Master commanded.

It wasn’t often that I was not allowed to eat at the table with him, often just as a punishment, but I knew this was not the case and I was excited at the change of pace as I did as I was told. A short time later he came in silently, sat down, and began to eat. I quietly and obediently knelt beside him, secretly hoping he’d feed me. I was hungry too after all!! Although I’ll admit I was hungry for other things a little more, mainly my Master’s cock. I could faintly see the outline of it through the athletic shorts he always changed into at home. I felt my mouth actually watering and my cunt becoming more wet at the thought of getting to take him inside me any way I could get, any way he wanted.

Once again my mind had gotten carried off into my fantasies until I heard Master’s voice again, “You have a few rules for tonight, my whore. There will be no sound from you unless I directly tell you to speak. You are not allowed furniture. You are not allowed to stand. You will take what you are given and you will be grateful.”

As he finished this he stood up and went to the stovetop and placed a small portion of each item on the plate and took it the corner, setting it on the floor. “Go eat your dinner and then meet me in the living room. Don’t keep me waiting.”

I quickly crawled over to the plate and did my best to eat my dinner off the plate without making a big mess. I felt so humiliated eating in the corner off a plate on the floor like a pet. But the humiliation only served to fire up my desire, as my Master knew it would. I loved to feel beneath him in so many ways. He had the ability to find little ways to degrade me oh so perfectly.

As soon as I finished I crawled into the living room and saw my Master lounging back on the couch. “Footrest,” he commanded and I took my place on my knees in front of him. My usual footrest position: I was turned to the side so that he could see my tits hanging down, my ass facing his right side so he could easily reach down with his right hand for whatever he deemed necessary. My head to his left with my head down and my back straight. (Sometimes he liked to place things on my back to hold for him and I’d be punished if I let them fall of course.)

Once I was in place as he desired and Master had his legs resting comfortably on my back, he turned on the TV. As I held my position I of course was not allowed to watch for myself but could only hear what was happening. This time was unexpected…instead of a usual show my Master enjoyed in the evening, I heard the beginnings of a porn film (which had been fast-forwarded to the good part). After a couple minutes I could see out of the corner of my eye my Master had begun to slowly rub his cock over his shorts. I couldn’t help but feel indignant! That was what I wanted so badly! He knew how much I craved his cock! And he had a perfectly good slave to use right in front of him! Why would he torture me this way? A fire of jealousy came up in my stomach knowing he was watching porn and touching himself when I was right here to use, more than willing. Then it hit me that he was because he could and he knew it would drive me wild. I calmed myself back into obedience the best I could while my cunt began to get so wet I could feel my juices start to collect on my thighs.

After a bit Master removed his legs from my back and ordered me, “Turn and face me, whore. Sit back up on your knees and watch your Master.”

I did as I was told and watched Master take his cock completely out of his shorts and begin to slowly stroke it. I was dying inside with how badly I wanted this cock. It was getting harder and looked so delicious. I couldn’t wait!! I tried to use my eyes to beg my Master to please let me have a taste but he persisted in torturing me.

“I know how badly you want this. You are such a desperate, needy slut,” he said in the most condescending tone he could. “Come here.”

I crawled over to him as closely as I could and suddenly felt his strong grip in my hair, pulling my head back to look straight into his cold eyes. “You may worship my cock with your lips only. I don’t want that whore mouth on it until I tell you to. Get to work,” he ordered sternly as he released my head with a very slight push.

I wanted nothing more than to devour it and take every inch but I knew I couldn’t dare, for the risk of having it taken away. I licked my lips and started at the base, kissing every surface of his rock hard cock in a line until I got to the tip. I went back to the base and started over in another line, repeating the step until I had gone completely around his cock, the best I could.

“You may use your tongue now, whore,” my Master said and I reached up to get a good grip on it to restart tasting my delicious treat. But before my tongue could even reach his cock, I felt his hand in my hair again, pulling me away, and I let out a surprised groan of frustration. Ughhh, I wanted it so badly!!

“Did I say you could touch my cock with your hands?! No I did not,” he sternly reprimanded me as he abruptly stood up and went off to do I knew not what. I stayed completely still not wanting to further disobey and I heard his footsteps coming back and suddenly my hands were being roughly tied behind my back. The rope went around and around my wrists and forearms until I had no give whatsoever.

I felt so off balance being on my knees and restrained and was not prepared for when I suddenly was pushed forward with my head into the couch cushion. I heard the noise of the wooden paddle hit my ass seconds before I registered the burning pain. He paddled me over and over as he chastised me between swats, “you do exactly as I tell you to! Nothing more and nothing less….This will teach you to follow your Master’s directions….you can be such a useless slut sometimes…to think I was thinking about letting you cum tonight…”

That last one really got me. I was hoping desperately I was going to get to cum tonight!! It had been a week since Master had allowed me to orgasm and the spanking was only making me more desperate for release.

Once Master was satisfied with how red my ass was I guess, I felt an intrusion coming on into my holes. He started with the hush, our remote control anal plug and he was not easy with it. I felt a small gush of fluid out of my cunt in response. Following that he shoved the quake in my cunt. The vibe was also remote controlled and rested against my clit and up into my cunt so he could now assault me with pleasure from all angles.

“You’re going to make Master cum tonight while I make you wish you were, you disobedient slut,” Master said as he took his spot lounging back on the couch in front of me.

He grabbed his phone and turned on the toys instantly to full blast, watching me with amusement as I almost came instantly. He had a slightly evil smirk as he watched me begging with my eyes. I managed to hold it in until he had some mercy on me and turned them down to a simmer.