I lay you down on the bed and retrieve a soft plush towel from the bathroom. Starting at your shoulders, I begin to slowly towel off your body, gently wiping the beads of water from your soft skin. Your head is still spinning from your orgasm, and you close your eyes to savor the feeling of being pampered.
You know, that it can't last, fear that it won't, this is just a phase...no slave gets treated this well, at least not long term. You have been taught that Masters are very controlling and unpredictable. You know better than to allow yourself to feel such comfort, but for the moment you indulge yourself in the pleasure of the soft towel caressing your skin...gliding over your breasts, down your tummy, and over your hips with such slow and deliberate movements.
You feel me pick up your leg as I run the towel along the outside from your hips to your feet, then parting your legs some as I move the towel up your inner thigh. You feel the pedals of your virgin flower open with your legs and you blush when the air greets your wetness. You wonder if you will ever get used to being so exposed. The towel glides softly between your legs, over your womanhood, then back down the other side and down your other leg. I gently roll you over face down, and dry off the back of your legs, your buttocks and back.
I turn you around again and tell you to sit up. I have a second towel in my hand, and I hand it to you. "Dry your hair while you watch me dry myself off," I tell you.
My body is still glistening with water droplets, your eyes follow my towel, as I run it over my arms and shoulders, you enjoy watching my muscles flex and relax as I dry myself. I put the towel over my back, holding a corner in each hand, rubbing the towel side to side to reach every spot on my back. You see my erection swaying out of the corner of your eye and you take a quick look down. You impulsively lick your lips when you see there is a string of pre-cum dripping off the head. You tingle between your legs when you recall watching it drip onto your tongue and the salty taste in your mouth. When you look up again, I have been watching you...panic shoots through your body when you see the look of displeasure on my face.
"You must learn to control your urges!" I scold you. "Stand up!"
You stand facing me and I turn you around. I grab your wrists and pull them back behind you, and then I press your back forward, causing you to bend at the waist. I push you until your head is resting on the bed and I hold you down against the bed. You hear the nightstand drawer open up, and feel a rope slide over your hands and onto your wrists. I cinch the rope and make several wraps around your wrists and tie it off. I take you by the upper arms and help you stand again and turn you around.
"Get on your knees." I command.
"Yes Master." you whisper as you lower yourself, obeying immediately.
I position myself so that my cock is just millimeters from your lips. I grab a fist full of your damp hair, and pull your head back making you look straight up. Once again I wrap my hand around my cock at the base and pull it forward, and you watch with eager eyes as pre-cum flows out of the tip and onto your mouth. You lick your lips, and pull your tongue back into your mouth for a taste. I release your hair and step away.
"Would you like more?" and you nod yes. "Then come and get it!"
You lean forward with your tongue reaching, and I take a step back. You inch yourself forward on your knees, struggling to keep your balance. You lean forward again, and the tip of your tongue grazes the underside of the head of my cock, causing my pc muscles to flex involuntarily and my cock to bob away from you. I take another step back and stroke my cock, milking more salty liquid out the tip.
You crawl forward on your knees again, eyes fixed on the fluid that is starting to drip. I back away before you can reach, you follow, and I back away, over and over across the room. I continue to milk my cock, causing a string to dangling off my head, growing longer and swinging like a pendulum on a clock.
Finally I stop, letting you catch up, your tongue wraps around the string, just below my cock. The string swings against you, on your chin, down your neck and onto one of your breasts. It is cold, and it makes your nipples even harder. You lean forward one last time and to your surprise, I don't move back, and the head of my cock pushes against your lips. My flesh feels very warm; the skin has a velvety soft cover over the hard core. Having me between your lips makes you tingle even more and you feel a trickle start to run down your thigh. You open your mouth to take more of me in, but I back away.
"Can you control your urges now?" I ask you.
"Yes Master!"
"That's good, because it is time for you to learn how to suck my cock." I inform you. "Would you like that?"
"Yes Master," you say in almost a moan.
"Follow me then," I say as I turn and walk over to an armchair.
I turn and sit down, with my legs parted. You crawl on your knees over to me and position yourself between my legs the whole time keeping eye contact with me. You want so badly to look down at your intended target, but you don't want to disappoint me again so soon.
"I want you to look at my cock so I can show you a few things." I instruct.
You smile and look down, my head is glistening with pre-cum, I am slowly stroking my cock with my hand, starting at the base and sliding my hand upward, pushing my foreskin up over the head and you watch a ball of pre-cum form at the opening. I stop stroking and I hold myself up against my body.
"This is the frenulum," I tell you as I point to the spot just under the head, "it is very sensitive and it feels very good when you lick it."
You stick your tongue out and I lower my cock onto your tongue. It flexes when it touches your tongue, but I hold it in place. You begin to move your tongue back and forth across my frenulum, and I moan to show my approval. You run your tongue along the ridges of my head and you want to feel more of me, but I pull myself away from you.
"Good girl," I praise you "now I want you to lick my scrotum." I say, directing you to my shorn scrotum with my hands.
"Yes Master," you say with a smile on your face.
"Slowly lick them all over," I instruct, holding my cock against my body, watching your motions. I moan softly to let you know that you are pleasing me. "Very good, now kiss them."