A Master's burden is one of preserving their dominance while struggling with the intense emotion to submit to there own desires. Always, remembering that a good Master comes from one that was once a submissive themselves.
I would love to take you from behind right now. It is so very vivid in my mind; I can see you so clearly. Attaching your collar to your cuffs with a chain, I guide you to my bed, naked, on your hands and knees. I can see you are intensely aroused, wet with anticipation of fulfilling my needs.
I am touching myself behind you as I look at you. My hand around my intensely erect penis, gliding my hand back and forth along the length of my cock, slick wet sounds accompanying each stroke.
I am so hard right now, the thick purple head is pulsing in my hand, aching for your flesh, I smack your ass with my hard cock repeatedly rubbing the pre-cum and creating a warming glow onto your now red cheeks.
With the Grinding of your hips and low muffled groans, I know that your desire is building. I would be lying if I did not want to feel your hot juicy wetness around my cock. I am aching to thrust it hard and deep inside you.
You look so good there in front of me, your head down on the bed, your ass raised, your thighs spread, wanting me, welcoming me, and I can see the warm wetness of your pussy so deliciously exposed. You are masturbating too, one of your hands enclosed around your breast, clutching, tugging, the other down at your clit, rubbing yourself. Knowing that I am watching you. Wanting me to watch you. Begging me to fuck you.
It is an intensely erotic sight. I could cum so very easily like this, masturbating in time with you, watching you stroke yourself, keeping in rhythm with you, waiting for you to cum and when you came, I'd cum too, groaning your name, an arc of cum spurting from my penis, splashing up over your ass, but that's not enough for me right now. I want to be inside you. I want my cock inside your tight little pussy. I want to fuck you, but I cannot tell you that. You are just my submissive. We are not ready for that type of contact.
Your face still firmly entrenched in the mattress you stretch your hand between your legs and start to stroke my cock, pulling the length closer and closer to your swollen mound. Lost for a brief moment in passion the head of my cock spreads your lips. As your lips, glisten and your hips begin to wiggle to engulf my manhood.
Stop! As I bring my hand down to your beautiful little ass. SMACK!