Amethyst stretched out her arm, not quite yawning, as she lay on the chaise lounge reading a fashion magazine. She was naked, the way Master preferred when they were home, except for the thin band of metal around her neck. She idly played with her collar, as she often did, and then brushed her hair back. He liked seeing her long red hair fall across her breasts or down her back, so that was how it was worn.
Master sat at his desk at the far end of the study, staring at a computer screen and occasionally tapping the keyboard. The study had the overall design of an Edwardian drawing room, with floor-to-ceiling shelves packed tightly with books and display cabinets with curios from around the world, in one corner was an overstuffed chair next to the chaise lounge. The 21st Century was mixed with the 19th, with small speakers and a CD player on one shelf, a DVD player on another, along with music and movies for her to enjoy.
Amethyst looked at her Master and smiled. He didn't take his eyes off the screen. Sometimes he would tell her what he was doing, but usually not. Either way was fine. She was his. On the corner of his desk she noticed a pair of wrist cuffs, left over from the previous night. As she thought of that, how he had restrained her and taken her, she moved her hand up her hip and to her breasts, letting her fingers slide against her nipple.
"My Amethyst," he said, suddenly, still not quite looking up from the computer.
"Yes, Master?"
"Come over here and kneel."
"Yes, Master."
Amethyst stood, moving her hands down her sides and over her hips as if she wore a tight dress. She walked across the wooden floor of the study, her eyes locked on him as he looked down over her body once again, the body of his pleasure slave. Amethyst was in her mid-20s, a very beautiful young woman, with perfectly proportioned curves and ample, natural breasts. Amethyst stepped around the desk and knelt down in front of him, her knees apart and her arms placed behind her back. She looked up and him and smiled with anticipation. He turned the chair to face her, saying nothing at first at his looked down at her. Then he turned to glance at the screen and tapped the keyboard several times.
"I will be done in a few minutes, my slave," he said. "I don't want you to be bored waiting for me... come closer and please me."
"I am never bored with you, Master." Amethyst replied. She moved closer so that her breasts were pressing against the black leather of the chair. Sliding her hands slowly up her legs she moved to open his pants and pulled free his cock, already erect in anticipation. Her Master shifted his position slightly, helping her to loosen his pants.
Amethyst put her hands around his cock, squeezing and feeling the warmth. She leans forward opening her mouth and letting her lips slide down the sides of his shaft. She felt his cock in her mouth, her tongue dancing over it, and slowly pulled back until her lips encased only the tip. Then down again, and back, bobbing her head as she sucked and tasted her Master's cock. He put his hand on her shoulder and knowing his intent she pulled her hands free and put her arms around her back, one hand tightly holding on to the other wrist as she continued to slide her head up and down on his cock. Salvia began to slip out the corners of her mouth as traces of drool.
He had quickly stopping paying attention to his computer, and instead slide lower down on the chair, making it easier for Amethyst to let her lips glide over him. His hips began to move and Amethyst tasted precum. She sucked harder, wanting so much to please her Master.
"Mmm.. that is enough, my beauty" he said quietly.
Amethyst pulled her mouth from her master's cock. She wiped her mouth and then realized the mistake and quickly had both arms behind her back.
He noticed but smiled at her, "Stand and display yourself."
"Yes, Master," Amethyst said as she stood up and walked to the center of the study. She turned to face him, her legs slightly apart and her hands behind her head, locking her finger together. Amethyst fixed her gaze on him as he sat behind the desk, keeping it there when he stood up. He let his pants fall to the floor and began to unbutton his shirt as he slowly walked towards her. His gaze move down her body, taking in everything, her hair and pretty smile, the curve of her ample breasts, the thin trail of her pussy and her legs, he turned to admire her ass and thighs as he walked behind her. Amethyst knew what her Master wanted when he ordered her to stand and display, and she held her self open before him, keeping her eyes fixed on a book in a shelf behind the desk.
He was now naked, his shirt having fallen to the floor. Amethyst desperately wanted to turn her head, just slightly, to see him, but she followed her training, keeping her eyes fixed on where he was when she moved into the display position. She tensed as she waited for his touch, not knowing it that was to be a caress or a spank.
"I never get tired of this," he said, standing next to her. "Seeing your body, touching you..."
His voice trailed off as his as his fingers very lightly moved down from her shoulder over the curve of her breast. Amethyst squealed as he touched her, but she held her stance and her gaze.
"Thank you, Master."
He moved his right hand over her breast, squeezing and caressing her soft skin. Amethyst licked her lips fighting the urge to glance over. She felt a shiver when he placed his left hand on the back of her neck, sliding it under her long, red hair. His fingers moved down her back very lightly, almost tickling, descending, gliding over the smooth curve of her ass. He pressed his left hand closer, caressing her ass, as the fingers of his other hand teased her nipple.
Then he dropped his hands, and walked slowly in front of her. "So, how should I use you this time, my pleasure slave? Should I take you right now, perhaps? Hm? Should we move to the bedroom so that I can tie you tightly to the bed before fucking you. Or, perhaps we should go to some of the other rooms in this house, the rooms where I can enjoy seeing you writhe when I use the crop or cane."
"As you wish, Master. I am yours. I am here for your pleasure." Amethyst said as she looked into her Master's eyes with anticipation and more than a little apprehension.
"Oh you are, my beauty. You are for my pleasure."
He stepped close and put his hands on her hips. He kissed her. Amethyst was well trained, resisting the temptation to remove her hands from behind her head even as she felt the tip of his cock press against her pussy. Amethyst opened her eyes after the kiss. His eyes were locked on hers as his hand moved slowly down her stomach and across her pussy. He pressed his palm in around her clit then let his fingers slide lower over her slit, slowly kneading her folds, sliding one finger between then. Amethyst moaned very softly as he rubbed and teased her. She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him to take her, wanting to tell him to move inside her, but she didn't. Amethyst held her position as tormented her wet pussy and her knees began to grow weak.
"Put your hands on my cock."
"Yes, Master," she said as she quickly brought her hands from behind her head, one sliding down to take hold of his shaft. She stroked and squeezed in time with his motions, closing her eyes for a moment when he dipped one finger inside her.
He leaned in and kissed her again, very lightly, his lips just barely touching hers.
"Move to the couch," he whispered. "Lie down on your back."
Amethyst nodded and stepped back. She took a moment to look at him, all of him, standing in front of her.
