That got a long pensive look from Master and then a smile. “I understand and am so pleased to hear that. I like sharing you, giving you new experiences, but I need to know that you will accept and enjoy them when I offer them to you as my gift. As with our two lady friends after the party, I will check with you before committing you, whenever that is possible. I will never test or trick you. When like today, it is obvious that I have given you an opportunity, please take it and enjoy it to the fullest, as a gift to you.”
The love and sincerity in his voice had me crying.
We stopped to return the rented snowmobile equipment, I started to cover up to help and Master gave me a firm “No.” Master took in the first load out of the trunk and a young man from the store came out to get the rest. I got a long look and a smile once he saw me sitting there, and another lingering look as he carried the rest of the gear into the store.
When Master came back and got in the car he was smiling. He turned to me, reached over, squeezed my thigh, and said, “I was just told that I am a very lucky man. I told them ‘you don’t know the half of it.” I started to tear up again.
We drove all the way back into town with my dress open and Master’s hand high on my thigh, occasionally flicking the little ball on my clit. Master kept me on edge the entire way. We stopped by Master’s restaurant for dinner. Master allowed me to fasten the belt on my dress but not do the button. The results were that I showed quite a bit more cleavage and thigh than the dress was designed to reveal. Master’s eyes made it clear that he liked the look. That Sir liked to show me off was not a secret.
As we were finishing dinner Master asked, “Do you want to go to the club tonight.” I could tell by the tone in his voice that he would go only if I wanted to.
I replied, “No Master, I just want to be alone with you.” That got a smile from Master and a quick departure from the restaurant and a short drive to Master’s. I took off my dress in the Maid’s closet, put on my cuffs, leather collar, leash, and house heels.
I started to crawl into the parlor where Master was waiting but saw the light out back and went out to the heated patch of turf from when Master and his wife had dogs, and peed, used my fingers to wipe myself and sucked my fingers clean. Master had me do it the first time I visited when Master was testing me. While Master had not said anything lately, I felt the need to show him I remembered and obeyed. While the heat kept the snow off it was still cold enough to make my nipples rock hard.
I took the leash in my teeth and crawled in to Master. Master asked where I had been. He smiled and gave me a coveted “Good girl” when I told him.
Master pulled me into his lap, his hands roaming my body, tweaking my erect nipples, caressing my body, he saw me wince when his fingers roamed through my cunt. Master looked concerned, “Did Odin bruise you?”
I smiled and said, “No Sir, Master did when he claimed me this morning.” That brought both a smile and a look of concern from Master.
“I bruised you this morning? Sir asked.
“Yes Sir, when you claimed me this morning, making sure that I was yours, you left a reminder of who I belonged to. I have treasured it all day.”
Master smiled, hugged me tight, fingered the medallion with his initials hanging from my chain collar and ran his fingers over his initials tattooed on my mons. Master asked, “Have I convinced you yet that you are mine?
I smiled and responded, “Yes Sir, I am yours, I believed that before you chained, tattooed and bruised me.” Master smiled and caressed my cheek, before palming my tit and pinching and twisting my nipple until I squirmed in his lap. Master shifted me, moved me till my hands and feet were touching the floor and my ass was draped across his lap.
Master started lightly spanking my ass. Alternating cheeks with each slap. As he continued the pace remained slow, but the slaps kept getting harder. Every few slaps Master would hit the plug in my ass with the palm of his hand, sending a shock deep into my ass, which echoed in my cunt. I was long past the point where the heavier slaps had become painful. I felt the heat build in my butt until it felt like it was on fire, and not surprisingly my cunt felt almost as hot. I had no doubt that I was making a mess on Master’s pants, but given Master’s cock pushing up hard against my stomach, I was pretty sure Sir didn’t care.
Master scooped me up, rose to his feet and carried me upstairs to the master bedroom. He gently laid me on my stomach and moved both pillows under my hips. I watched master strip, grab the lube from the nightstand and move between my legs. I felt the plug being pulled out of my ass and quickly replaced by two lubed fingers. They briefly worked to further relax my sphincter and lube the way for Master. Much quicker than usual I felt Master pushing against my ring and slipping deep into my ass. Master gave me a moment or two to adjust and then pushed deeper until I felt his hips bounce against my burning butt.
Master kept going slow and deep as he fucked my ass. His hips hard against my burning butt on every stroke was mixed with the sensations of his cock sawing in and out of my ass. The two merged together into one feeling that felt incredible. I moved one hand down and started fingering my cunt and rubbing my clit.
I was surprised when Master leaned forward and laid on top of me, keeping the slow deep rhythm in my ass. He kissed my neck and bit my shoulder and earlobe and whispered, “Mine” in my ear. I replied, “Yes Sir, yours.”
I don’t know when I’ve felt so owned, so loved, Master gently fucking my ass, lying on top of me like a heavy blanket, reminding me I am his, banging his hips into my burning butt, while I edge my cunt, trying not to cum before Master does or at least before Master gives me permission.
I feel Master’s cock swelling in my ass and Master starts fucking me harder. I beg Master for permission to cum, and Master tells me to cum right before I feel Sir go rigid and feel spasm after spasm as his cock unloads deep in my ass, I diddle my clit and feel wave after wave of my release run up and down my cunt as Master keeps fucking my ass harder and harder, riding his own orgasm.
Master whispers in my ear, “Good girl, keep fingering your cunt, until I tell you to stop.” Master lets me have two more orgasms while still deep in my ass. The feeling is incredible, but I am totally wiped out.
Master took my hip and rolled us onto our sides, while his cock remained in my ass. Master was holding me tight, spooning against him, his top hand caressing my tits, tweaking and abusing my nipples. It felt good laying there, being held tight, Master slowly softening in my ass, my bruised butt announcing itself every time Master or I shifted slightly. Master finally gave me permission to stop fingering my cunt.
I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, Master was no longer spooning me and had rolled onto his back and was snoring softly. I got up and used the bathroom. Coming back to bed I stood and watched my beautiful Master sleep, his chest rising and falling, his cock semi erect and laying on his stomach. I slipped back into bed, and cleaned Master’s cock, that Southern girl thing about our messes. I kept Master’s soft cock in my mouth and laid my head on his abdomen, gently sucking his cock. My mind immediately went to, ‘you are where you belong, why do you want to be somewhere else?’ Odd how sometimes life’s decisions are made.
I woke up to Master’s cock pushing against the entry to my throat. Master was still softly snoring, but either having a nice dream or Sir’s normal morning wood. Either way, Master was growing in my mouth.
I didn’t want to wake Master, so I moved until his cock no longer triggering my gag reflex and just laid there enjoying my Master’s cock, gently sucking and licking around the crown of Sir’s cock. Master’s hand reached down and rested on my head. Not pushing, just connecting.
I started sucking harder, licking Master’s entire length as I took him deeper and deeper. I heard Master moan, but then continued snoring. I continued exploring Master’s circumcised cock with my lips and tongue, the ridges, the veins, the pulse, the crown and the space behind it. I let him pass into my throat and held him there. At first, I could breathe through my nose, but as Master continued to become erect that became difficult. So, when I needed a breath, I took Master back to just inside my lips. With each stroke I learned more with my lips and tongue about the terrain of Master’s wonderful cock.
Master finally stirred. He spread his legs wide, and with the hand on my head moved me to between his legs. I was now looking up into Master’s face as I sucked his cock. Master was just smiling and watching me. I was in no rush and just continued exploring and enjoying Master’s cock.
In the Cosmo magazine stories I read as a teen, there were always phrases about seeing something in the guy’s eyes. I remember the phrase always turned me on, but reality turned out to be different, I never saw anything like Cosmo described. Until now, the look in Master’s eyes was pure adoration, and love. Just seeing the look made my cunt clench.
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