Master Klaa’s Revelation

Literotic asexstories – Master Klaa’s Revelation by WFEATHER,WFEATHER
my Master is an alien shape shifter.

W/we met at a BDSM party for singles held by a mutual acquaintance and Her slave, a professional photographer by trade. One of the “events” of the party was slave jenni taking pictures of people secured to a massive web of silver chains. i had never been bound to such a beautiful, shiny web before, so i eagerly awaited my turn.

When my turn finally came, i slithered out of my clothes. Wearing only my favorite black heels, i allowed slave jenni to use thin silver chains to secure my wrists, ankles, neck, and waist to the much larger silver chains comprising the web. As she bound me in place, i saw that my nudity had attracted quite a crowd, as i was the first to be bound in this level of undress.

That was when i first saw Him, His eyes appraising my body as His lips provided His approval. Dressed entirely in black, He was about 6’2″ – roughly my height – and appeared somewhat muscular, as if He exercised occasionally but not often enough for it to truly be an interest or hobby.

Perhaps ten minutes later, slave jenni released me from the web, and handed me her business card so i could collect the finished photos at her shop after the weekend. But before i could dress and slip the business card into my small purse, He stood beside the tripod, holding all my belongings.

W/we were not the only O/ones to meet that night, but it seemed that E/everyone at the party recognized He was somehow different. The few slaves i personally knew made approving comments, as did the Mistress who had initiated me to the realm of BDSM: “Even I would feel compelled to submit to Him if He so ordered!!!”

For the rest of the party, i was completely naked, whether W/we were in the dungeon, in the house, or outside. It was a comfortable evening in early fall, so i did not mind wearing only heels while outside. Yet, while He seemed no different from any other Dominant at the party, He still seemed unique, unusual, special, and that odd juxtaposition is what truly attracted me to Him.

At the end of the party, He walked me to my car. Only then did He hand me my clothes and purse, then watched as i dressed. Then He gave me an address to remember, telling me to meet Him there the following evening.

Only when i arrived at my small apartment did i realize that W/we had not even exchanged named.

*****

Three years later, i had come to know Him extremely well. Master Klaa and i lived together in His secluded home just on the suburbia-rural divide. i had earned the right to wear His collar, and it was typically the only item i wore; typically, it was only removed to shower, or when i went out somewhere.

my Master had continually amazed me over those three years. O/our sex life was vigorous and intense, and He was just as insatiable as me. But what was so amazing was how long and how hard He could ream me before He finally exploded for seemingly forever inside me or upon me; then, with only a very short respite, He was ready to repeat the powerful lovemaking.

One night, as W/we sat on the sofa with only the flames in the fireplace for light, Master Klaa revealed His true nature to me. It was indeed a revelation which would change O/our lives forever.

“Do you see that picture?” He prompted, nodding toward a framed picture of me from the night W/we met, a close-up shot from the chest up in which i gave a forlorn look to the camera, as slave jenni had suggested. It was indeed His favorite photo of me, and i liked it as well.

“That night, you bared your body to Me,” Master Klaa continued. “Certainly, other young women and men were partially or fully nude during that event, but when I looked into your eyes, I was so surprised that you also bared your soul to Me. Ever since W/we first met, you have been fully open and truthful with me, and I deeply appreciate it.”

With a hand gently stroking His chest, i kissed my Master on the cheek, then settled my head upon His shoulder.

“But I have not been fully open with you. And, even though it may scare you and possibly even terrify you, I want you to know… I NEED you to know the truth about Me.”

“Does that mean You can grow a horn from Your forehead like a unicorn, Master?”

He took my hand from His chest, raised it to His lips to kiss the center of my palm, then raised it to His forehead.

i do not remember what i thought at that moment. It was very likely a mixture of shock, disbelief, and i-must-be-dreaming.

Even though i had obviously never felt a unicorn’s horn, i instantly knew the horn which suddenly appeared at the center of my Master’s forehead was very real.

i remember sitting up straight and staring at that horn, completely oblivious to anything else for a long, pregnant moment.

“You are not fully human, Master.” It was not a question. It was a definite statement.

“I am not at all human,” He replied, the horn quickly shrinking back until His forehead returned to normal. “I am an alien explorer who became fascinated with Earth and never left.”

my mind reeled with too many simultaneous thoughts for me to remember any of them later. At some point, i stood and crossed the room, because my next memory is of standing at a window, looking out across the expansive yard as the first snowfall of the season dusted the ground.

“What is Your true form, Master?” i asked, curious, still looking out the window.

“Have you ever seen a twenty-tentacled octopus?”

“No, Master, of course not.”

“Turn around.”

i did, and there was a pale-white, twenty-tentacled octopus-like entity in the middle of the room. Master Klaa’s clothes were set neatly aside on a chair, meaning that in this form, He was naked.

Wearing only a bra, collar, and crotchless panties on this evening, i felt overdressed.

“I do not frighten you?” He asked, His voice a little deeper in this form.

“No, Master,” i replied truthfully, but somewhat hesitantly. “i’m not scared, but only because i’ve already known You for so long. You have a very similar voice in this form, Master, so i know You are still the same person i have come to love and respect.”

Several tentacles parted. “Come to Me, sweet one.”

Slowly, i obeyed, wrapping my arms around my Master’s bulbous body as His tentacles wrapped around me. It felt so very odd, but it somehow still felt “right,” as if fate had brought U/us T/together.

“You can obviously change all or part of Your body, Master,” i noted aloud, “so, i must ask, Master: Do You take requests?” i smiled.

He noticed. “Is there a reason you have an ‘evil grin’ on your face?”

“Yes, Master,” i replied, stepping back slightly to look directly into the two massive fully-black eyes above the wide mouth. “In Your present form, please take me, Master.”

“Are you sure that is what you want?”

“Yes, Master.” i kissed His warm near-albino flesh between the eyes. “i have long suspected something quite different and unusual about you.”

i felt several tentacles wrap around my torso. It felt like Goro was holding me, yet it still felt “right.” While i certainly felt a little apprehension, i did not feel any fear.

After all, this was still my loving Master. His form had obviously changed, but HE had not changed.

i felt another, thinner tentacle snake up my right thigh, then slip through the intentional gap in my panties to gently brush the intentional gap in my body. i closed my eyes, sighing contentedly. Tentacle sex had long been a fantasy for me, yet never had i suspected that i might one day experience it firsthand.

This was apparently that “one day.”

Stories i had recently read online suddenly rushed to the forefront of my mind. A college girl swimming in large bay suddenly assaulted by an octopus. A slave’s dream of her Master suddenly sprouting tentacles and ravishing her for hours. Another slave punished by an alien creature using its many tentacles to beat her while her Master and her sister slaves watched. A young futuristic explorer crash-landing on a strange planet where tentacles suddenly rise from the diet-packed “roadway” to feed and befriend her through repeated intercourse.

i was so incredibly wet that it was almost embarrassing, and Master Klaa had yet to penetrate me. i mewed softly as more of His tentacles stroked my body. Several thicker tentacles encircled my ankles and my wrists, and i was soon standing in a spread-eagle position, as if attached to a St. Andrew’s cross.

Human fingers slid down my back, then unclasped my bra. Each wrist was momentarily freed, then resecured and moved back into position after the garment was removed.

A wide, wet, warm tongue laved me, from my waist up to my collarbone. The sensation was absolutely indescribable, but absolutely arousing, as signaled by my voice. He repeated that action again and again and again, His thin sheen of alien saliva remaining upon my skin and tingling nicely, leaving me feeling quite clean despite the quite dirty act.

“Master…” i whispered.

Human hands cradled my face as more human hands cupped my lower cheeks. Tentacles stroked up and down the inside of each thigh, spreading my freely-flowing wetness. A tiny, tiny human penis slipped into my rear passage with ease, then began to slowly grow, stretching me. A tentacle finally parted my labia and carefully wormed its way inside my very receptive body. The massive tongue laved my stomach repeatedly. Two small not-quite-human mouths affixed themselves to my nipples, small sharp teeth grabbing the base of each and tugging while biting just enough to be painfully erotic. Something similar to an eagle’s talons slowly scratched down my back from shoulders to waist.

Clearly, no single human could ever produce so many sensations simultaneously, and my body craved even more. In my thickening sexual haze, my own voice seemed distant, even though i was quite aware of my own sounds of passion. It did not matter that my Master was not human; in every touch, i could feel His love for me, and that was what mattered most.

The hard erection in my rear passage had finally reached full size, and both body parts inside my body began to move slowly. Despite my bound wrists and ankles, i was soon “dancing” for Master Klaa. The sharp teeth bit deeper into the base of my sensitive nipples, the increased pain clearly evident in my voice.

Suddenly, everything left me except the body parts inside my and the tentacles securing me. i begged for more, begged loudly, debasing myself with my pleas.

Just as suddenly, a dozen tentacles began taking turns beating my torso, back and front. The lashing did not begin gently and slowly build up in intensity; from the start, my battering was fierce, intense. i screamed loudly, tears tumbling from my eyes. If not for the double-penetration, i would not have enjoyed this at all.

Not that my enjoyment mattered. After all, i was the slave, He was the Master.

Just as suddenly as the beating began, it ceased, those tentacles encircling my torso and squeezing intensely. i may as well have been in a vice. i was slowly being crushed. i was having difficulty breathing. i struggled as best as i could, yet i “danced” from the double-lovemaking.

A strangled cry somehow escaped me as the first orgasm surged through my body. The erection and the tentacle within me both moved ever faster, ever deeper. The sloshing sounds seemed loud, louder than typical sex with my “human” Master. my body felt as if it were being consumed by the flames in the fireplace. The lightning-fast pounding of my heart was thunderous in my ears.

It was all such an intense, thrilling experience that i cried uncontrollably, screaming my passion and love between sobs. Master Klaa forced me from one climax to another, each occurring too quickly after the preceding explosion for me to feel any separation.

As i continued to endure the sexual onslaught, i was beaten by the tentacles, i was bitten by tiny sharp teeth, i was laved by a massive tongue. Sensory overload threatened to render me unconscious, my body compensating by first ignoring my tear-clouded vision, then by effectively shutting off my hearing. The thinnest of hairs was the lone separation between consciousness and unconsciousness as my Master continued to have His way with me, using me so violently that what little rational thought i could muster recognized that He had long desired to use me in this very manner.

…and i felt myself smile weakly despite my exhaustion.

i believe i passed out at least once during the beautiful onslaught. my body completely limp, short of invoking my safeword, i could do nothing to stop the sexual torture. my body was raw, both inside and outside, and i felt so sore that i knew i would have aches and markings for days.

Simultaneously, two jets of alien love scalded my body from the inside, filling me full, raising my core temperature even more. Dozens of other appendages fired volley after volley of my Master’s seed upon me.

i must have passed out yet again, as my next memory is of laying face-down on the carpet, my body dripping in more ways than one, moaning from the near-painful aches between gasps for air. When i finally found the strength to open my eyes, i saw Master Klaa in His human form, sitting on the sofa, naked, stroking Himself.

He had just used me for perhaps an hour, and He was already ready for more.

With what little voice i had left, i used my safeword for the first time in over two years in His service.

Master Klaa nodded, continuing to stroke the eight-inch shaft which had been buried to the hilt inside me, the same anatomy which had vomited the sweet, yellow-hued seed which now probably coated my intestines. i wanted to crawl to my Master and engulf His erection with my mouth, but i could not move.

Instead, He finally stood, approached me, and emptied Himself in my hair.

i felt deeply honored.

i slept right there that night, my Master kindly covering me with a blanket before He fell asleep on the sofa. When i awoke in the morning, dried alien sperm still coating me underneath the blanket, i left like such a motherless whore. Yet, as i watched my Master sleep peacefully, i felt loved, and i knew that, despite His “lack” of humanity, i would gladly give my life if necessary to ensure His safety, should His true identity ever become public knowledge.