Here is a story I wrote for a sub. I wrote it from her perspective. This will be you! My Slut, but not 'a' slut.
I walk obediently into the room. All I can see is a light in the center. In the light a blindfold lays on the floor. I can't see anything outside the light.
"Put it on!" I am told, and I must do as I am told.
I stand there in the flimsy top I was told to wear along with a knee length skirt, with nothing underneath either. There was a dead silence but now music starts to surround me. I think I can hear someone moving but maybe not. The music makes it impossible for me to tell where Master is around me, or if anyone else is there enjoying my performance. Would I be doing this if other were watching? Yes if Master desires it, anything he desires I will do in service to him.
A hand squeezes my breast and my nipple is instantly rock hard...then the hand is gone. I gasp as I am fondled. For all I know ten people can be standing around me inspecting me or there could be only my Master The zipper of my skirt is undone and it falls to the floor at my feet.
I feel a breath on my thigh but nothing touches me. Who ever is looking between my legs will see the juices flowing and see my pussy lips pulsing with blood. For a minute or two nothing happens. I can not feel anyone touch me or hear anything but the music. Have I been abandoned?
Quickly hands shreds my shirt and I am left naked and shaking. Not shaking in fear but in anticipation and lust! Were there two hands or more that removed my clothing? It is just my mind reeling with the possibilities of what could happen to me, of what I know I would do if I were commanded by Master. Limits I thought I had, are gone after I accepted my role as his property.
"Who are you?" I am asked by a strong but comforting voice. Master's voice.
I answer in the first words I have said since getting dressed hours ago. "I am your slut!" and when I say it I mean it. The warmth that was flowing only between my moistened thighs has spread up my spine as I speak what I am feeling. Involuntarily I say the words again. "I am YOUR slut." In my mind I continue saying them over and over.
A mouth attaches itself to my breast, around my nipple, but it does not touch my burning nipple. It sucks and releases the preasure. Then sucks and sucks again harder. The continues until my nipples are about to pop.
"You taste delicious." As my Master breath and deep voice vibrate the skin on my left nipple. The distance separating his lips and my nipple must be the thickness of a butterfly's wing. If I arch my back it would put my nipple in his mouth but it would also get me punishment. I do want punishment, but will be later after I have proven to him that I am truly what he wants me to be.
My legs weaken but if I go to the floor I will not be used the way I want to be used, that's not quite right, like I crave to be used. As I stand there and take the pleasure my knees can't help but part to let the cool air flow over my inflamed pussy.
Away the mouth goes, and I yearn for its return. The simple action of not touching my nipple has made me hotter then I would be if Master had sucked or bitten it. I know his teeth will graze my nipples when he wants and not until.
Again the mouth on my breast but this time it is licking instead of sucking. It is on the underside of one...then the other. The tongue leaves a wet trail over both my breasts that Master own. He owns my breast, my cunt, my ass, and the rest of me. He blows on my breasts and the trail of wetness he just left is a thrilling contrast to the heat pouring out my nipples.
Finally the tongue touches my nipple as a finger touches my wetness between my parted legs. It feels like my pussy and nipples are joined by an electric current, and he just turned on the switch!
"Stay standing but open your legs wider." My Master says to me but this time the voice is behind me. So whoever is touching me, between my thighs and my breasts, is not Master. That fact almost sends me over the edge. I am his slut and he is making me prove it by doing this to me. I love it!! I have no desire to stop or know who is toucking but as long as I am doing it as his submissive.
The mystery mouth moves to my other breast and does the same thing. Both my nipples are to the bursting point when the mouth starts kissing a trail down my stomach. By now I am making the sound my Master has always given me permission to make when I started my training over the phone. I grunt and I moan with total abandon, not caring if anyone in one of the rooms beside us hears me giving into the perversion.
My head is thrown back and Master is teasing my ass with his fingers and tongue. Or is someone else there? I hope Master at my ass. Not because I don't want a third person there but because the tongue at my ass is more talented than the one on my stomach.
The mystery mouth gets to my trimmed mound and swirls its tongue where the skin of my thigh meets my pussy.
"GET IN POSITION #3" Master commands. I'm in heaven because the command comes from the mouth probing my ass.
I have many number positions Master has been training me to get into when the number is given. Number 3 is the command for me on my back with my legs on the floor, but spread as wide as I can manage. My hands must also be squeezing my breasts up so the nipples are little towers.
The floor not carpeted and the tile is cool and the contrast is very unique. But I am sure most things master has for me will be unigue.
The mystery mouth stayed with me to the floor. The tongue parts my lips but has yet to touched my clit. Fingers join the tongue to expose the deepest inner part of my pussy lips. I spill pussy juices all over the fingers and the face.
