"Strip."
A single word. One command. One order. And with it lies the full implication of what I am doing here. Obeying you. Bending to your every whim and desire. Being a fuck slave for your cock.
I remove my clothes and watch you as my underwear joins the pile on the floor. I am completely naked, stripped, for you to do with what you wish. And you know it.
You get up and take a step closer to me from where you have been sitting on the couch in your living room. I long for you to hold me, to touch me. And you, knowing this, make sure you keep me waiting.
'Just to remind you who's in control.' you tell me
I tremble slightly. It's a temptation to run to you but my master has not instructed me to yet.
"Come sit here." you point to the foot stool close to you "and don't move."
I obey. You begin to walk around me. I can feel the heat of your gaze burn on my skin. It's difficult not to be self conscious and squirm. But my owner has forbidden it.
"You've got a beautiful body, slave."
"Thank you, master."
"I like your tits."
"They are yours, sir."
"Can I use them if I wish?"
"Yes, sir."
You reach out and pinch my left nipple hard. I gasp but manage to remain still. My mouth has gone dry from the effort. Your touch sent shockwaves of pleasure shooting through my body. Your hand goes down and caresses my ass.
"You've got a gorgeous ass, slave."
"Thank you, master."
You kiss the top of my head. "I have trained you well, whore."
"Thank you for that, sir."
You stand in front of me. I cannot look up to stare into your face. I have not got permission to. I see your shirt falling to the floor. I can see your hands slowly opening the zip of your jeans at my eye level. You're already hard. I gulp. The jeans fall to the floor. You don't believe in underwear. I am faced with a fully engorged cock. I stare at it for a moment.
"May I suck your cock, sir?" I ask hesitantly
"Why?"
"Because it pleases my master."