The Box Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Box Pt. 01 by MarieAntony,MarieAntony
I am sat in work, and I am bored; writing a report on sales in the first half of the year… yeah, boring. However, when my phone pings with a text message my whole afternoon, and indeed evening, dramatically changes.

“Would you like to have some fun?” reads the message. I am instantly thrilled when reading this. I know that this message means.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” I reply. I know I must follow His rules when we play.

The rules He has set out are simple:

He is my Master; I am His slave to Him and His pleasure. I only do what He tells me to do and do it when He tells me to. I call him Sir or Master and I thank him for his many kindnesses.

When I return home, there will be a box waiting for me in the small porch – I must wear any clothes, make-up, jewellery, and accessories that I find in the box. Anything extra or missing will constitute a transgression of the rules.

When in His presence I am to kneel before him, eyes cast down unless told to do otherwise.

I must not orgasm unless specifically instructed to by my Master.

Any transgressions of these rules will result in punishment – usually a spanking.

I now cannot wait until the end of the day so I can rush home and enjoy the pain and pleasures that my Master has in store for me. I can barely concentrate on my report as my mind wanders to what items might be in the box – my Master has his favourites, such as Mac’s Ruby Woo lipstick, but for Christmas this year He kindly gifted me a gorgeous pair of rose gold coloured nipple clamps – something we hadn’t tried before. I hope my collar and leash will be in the box, but I don’t always get this treat. There was one enjoyable occasion the collar and leash, along with the bright red lipstick, were the only items in the box. I was presented to my Master completely naked and ready to please.

Sometimes I will get some instructions in the box – perhaps to make my way to our bedroom, or to His office and be waiting for him. Importantly, whatever He has told me to do, gets done.

In anticipation for this evening’s fun, my pussy is already wet and throbbing. Thankfully, I am in the office alone and wearing a grey pencil skirt, so I run my hand slowly up my thighs to my eager pussy, gently stroking my labia through my knickers. A jolt of excitement runs from my pussy through my body – I could quite happily finger my clit into a blissful but powerful orgasm, but I know that my pussy, with the rest of my body, belongs to Him and He will decide when I can cum.

I reluctantly remove my hand from between my legs and move it to my large 32F breasts, softly kneading them, moaning gently with the sensation. My Master loves my breasts, so I know they’re going to get plenty of attention this evening. I am very lucky that my Master enjoys my breasts as much as I do. I sigh wishing I had my nipple clamps here in the office so I could have some solo fun…

No – I must deny myself until He says so, and actually this report really needs to be written. I turn back to the computer and delve into the report with fresh vigour knowing that once it is written I can go home to serve my Master.

At 4pm my report is finished, the day is done, and my pussy is burning with desire. I shut the laptop down, lock the office door and begin the short drive home.

I open the front door and see my box waiting for me in the porch. I close and lock the front door, heart pounding with anticipation for what I’m going to find inside my treasure trove.

I hang up my coat and bag and kneel to the floor – something I reckon I’ll be doing a lot of this evening. I slowly open the box to reveal this evening’s requirements. In the box I find a set of black lingerie – lacy knickers and bra, stockings and suspenders, the Ruby Woo lipstick, a blindfold, and yes! my collar, but no leash this time. I note the absence of my ball-gag and I suspect my mouth will be getting well used this evening. I have also been left a short note with instructions:

“Once you are dressed, come up to the bedroom and kneel with your mouth open and your tongue out.

You may leave the blindfold off whilst using the stairs, but it must be in place when you enter the room.”

My pussy is burning at this point, but I know it’ll be a while before I get any attention in that region. I quickly shed my work clothes and don the clothes and accessories that my Master has selected for me. I open the door to the living room, drop to my hands and knees and make my way up the stairs. When I reach the top, I put my blindfold on, then continue to move on my hands and knees to our bedroom – thankfully at the top of the stairs.

Once in the room, I sit up on my knees and open my mouth as instructed. I wait for around a minute before I feel the tip of a hard penis brush itself against my tongue. The feeling is exquisite, and I can’t help but let out a small moan. I hear my Master let out a short laugh at my obvious desire.

“Good evening, slut”. He says.

“Good evening, Sir”. I reply, then hold my mouth open.

“Tell me, slut, who owns this mouth?”

“You do, Sir.”

“And what is your favourite thing to do with this mouth?”

“To fuck Your cock, Sir.”

“I thought so. Beg.”

“Please Sir, I want You to fuck my mouth with Your hard cock.” Reader, I must confess this is true. I love nothing more than a hard cock in my mouth, and the idea of having His length inside of me makes my pussy even wetter. I’m a slut for cock and I’m not ashamed.

“Worship my cock with your tongue.”

I do not need to be told twice – I start by licking the base of the shaft and slowly running my tongue up the length and then over the head of the penis. My Master groans in pleasure and I smiley inwardly, happy to be serving Him. I run my tongue over and around the tip of his penis a few times – I know He enjoys this – before working my way down the shaft again, then repeat the rhythm – long licks along the length, then swirling my tongue around the head. It isn’t long before I get to taste some of His precum.

Lavishing attention on His cock is driving me wild – I begin to moan and lose some control – a few times my lips brush his cock and I’m pretty confident that this is going to lead to punishment – I was only supposed to use my tongue. The knowledge that I’m soon to be spanked spurs me on further and I lose complete control and take His whole cock in my mouth – I take Him as far as He will go and clamp my lips around His cock. I draw my head slowly back so my lips and tongue glide across His shaft. My Master appreciates my efforts and moans again loudly and allows me to keep sucking His hard cock – I am very grateful as I bob my head up and down slowly.

After a minute, He grabs my hair and pulls His cock out of my mouth.

“You’ve been a very naughty slut. I said only your tongue.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“What happens to naughty sluts?”

“They get spanked, Sir.”

“That’s correct. Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

I move swiftly into the position He has commanded. I know what is coming and my pussy trembles with desire. I kneel with my legs slightly apart, and I feel His hand on my arse cheeks, warming them slightly. He then slowly allows a hand to move around the curve of one cheek, and then a finger runs between my legs. I cannot stop a moan escaping from my mouth, and again, Master laughs at my obvious pleasure.

Without warning a hand is raised and quickly comes back down to spank my left arse cheek. Pain and pleasure shoot through me and a further moan escapes my mouth.

“Count”, Master demands.

“One.”

Again, a hand is lifted and comes down hard, this time on my right cheek, and the familiar jolt of pain and pleasure runs through me. I cannot believe how turned on I am by my Master’s attentions.

“Two.”

The pattern continues – alternating between left and right cheek – 3 times, each spank increasing my arousal to a point where I feel my pussy is going to explode. After the eighth spank, my Master asks if I want two more. Of course, I reply in the affirmative, and Master is pleased that I wish to be further punished – providing me with two further spanks.

Arse red, sore and happy, my Master kneels in front of me, and I feel His cock at my mouth – I do not need any instructions and greedily take His cock in my mouth. I grip His shaft with my lips and use my tongue to pleasure the head of his hard cock. Master likes a slow rhythm and I settle into this, enjoying the moans escaping his Mouth. I know Master will cum soon and I wonder if He will give me a taste.

I can hear Master’s breathing getting quicker and shallower as my hot, wet, and eager mouth continues to be fucked and used in its best possible way. Suddenly, Master pulls away and removes His cock from my mouth, and I can’t help but whimper – sad that I no longer have His length inside of me.

“Lie back on the bed and finger your clit. You may not put any fingers in your pussy.”

I do as I’m told – I lie back so that I am semi-sitting up, leaning against the headboard, and spread my legs. My right hand moves between my legs and slips under the lace of my knickers – my pussy is soddened, the clitoris engorged from unsated desire. I start rubbing my clit in slow, small circular movements but even this tiny bit of attention is almost too much for me – I moan loud and deep at the sensation. I can see from my Master’s face that he is enjoying my pleasure.

Many subs are denied orgasms by their masters – obviously each to their own – but my Master revels in my orgasms; He enjoys telling me (and I enjoy hearing) how much of a slut I really am to be getting so much sexual pleasure from being dominated, and for me to show my appreciation for His cock. As a result, my Master demands I orgasm for Him, and I strive to oblige.

In my current predicament, there is no danger of me not orgasming for my Master – I’m more in danger of coming before I am given permission. I am still lightly and slowly rubbing my swollen clit, slick from my pussy juices but I am on the precipice of a strong orgasm. My moans belie this to my Master, who is enjoying watching the show I am putting on for Him.

“Please, sir, may I cum for you?”

“Not yet.”

I just about contain a whimper of regret and frustration, but Master sees the vexation on my face and simply laughs. I am now finding edging my pussy to be very problematic – if I orgasm without permission, I know I’m in trouble, but the idea of further punishment is just so titillating.

“I want you to suck your fingers and taste that sweet little pussy of yours”, Master commands. I reluctantly take my fingers from between my legs and put my index and middle fingers into my wet mouth. I suck and lick my fingers to get a good taste of my juices – I like to pretend I’m sucking Master’s cock clean after a good fucking.

“Good slut. You enjoy the taste of a nice wet pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, I do. Thank you.”

“Get on your knees on the floor and open your mouth”, Master demands. I comply with some difficulty – I am still blindfolded and my legs are quite wobbly from the pleasure I’ve been experiencing. As soon as I am in position Master thrusts His rock-hard cock into my mouth, then quickly pulls out almost to the tip before thrusting in hard again. Master grabs my hair and keeps up the rhythm, fucking my mouth hard and fast for several minutes.

I can hear Him getting close to his orgasm and I feel His grip tighten on my hair. His breathing is fast and shallow, and I know He won’t last much longer in my hot, wet mouth. Just as I think this, He pulls my head back, so His cock is released from my mouth, and He pumps twice on His cock before cum shoots from the end of His cock straight onto my face. I feel the jets of hot, sticky cum hit me on the forehead, cheeks, and lips, with some going into my hair. It feels fantastic and I love it.

My Master moves away, and I sit and await further instructions. I can feel the cum slowly running down my face, some of it dripping off my jaw and onto my breasts, and my pussy is on fire with desire. Master knows I love a facial and I am very grateful that He has obliged me with a face full of cum.

I hear my Master return and sit on the bed in front of me. I know He is enjoying the sight in front of Him – His slut all dressed up in lingerie, her collar and bright red lipstick with a face drenched and dripping in cum, all hot and bothered with a wet pussy from his use. I cannot deny that I am incredibly turned on and desperate for an orgasm. Master is inclined to be kind to me, and I hear Him get up and sit next to me. I feel His fingers enter my knickers and he starts to finger my clit.

“Cum on my fingers”. I am ordered. I need little encouragement and after about 10 seconds of clitoral stimulation I feel the familiar coil of tension turn until my pussy explodes with pure ecstasy. As I moan loudly my mouth opens and cum drips in – again, Master knew this would happen and he again laughs at what he’s able to make me do. My orgasm is strong, and Master continues to gently finger me to prolong my moans.

Master removes His fingers, gets up and I hear Him move towards the door.

“When you are ready, clean yourself up. You are dismissed”. I hear Him leave as I crumple to the floor, revelling in the wonderful feeling spreading from my aching, but satisfied pussy.

I know am a very lucky girl to have found such a Master.