You want me.
I know you do. And you love me too. Admit it! On your knees, and spill it! I
know you love me! You can't help yourself, I know it.
You want to call me Master, don't you? You want that a lot. You like calling
me Sir, but Master would be
sooo
much better, wouldn't it? You just can't wait to run up to me and kneel before me and call me Master.
"Master!", you will say, "I am so happy to see you! May I stand and kiss you?"
and I will gaze upon you for a moment, and then say,
"Your presence pleases Me. Your body pleases Me. Your subservience is proper. And you title Me as you should. You may rise and kiss Me, and then sit on my lap and cuddle with Me."
And with cheeks brightened at this praise, you will rise and smile, and with trembling lips, you will lean forward and kiss Me. And I will suck one of your lips into My mouth and take it between My teeth and growl softly at you and say,
"Your lip is pleasing between my teeth, pet. It feels good. But I wish to bite
you. Would you like it if I bit your lip, my pet?"
And you will nod yes as best you can with your lip firmly between my teeth, and I will suddenly have drawn blood, so suddenly that the pain is almost an afterthought. But you will wince when it comes, as I lap the familiar-tasting blood from your mouth.
"Your blood is very tasty, pet. I am enjoying this."
You will flush with the joy of knowing you are pleasing to your Master's tongue. And I will continue to lick your blood from your mouth for a few more seconds before I begin to kiss you, sucking your lip into My mouth and enjoying its sensuality with My tongue, then release it and suck the other lip as well. Then I will lick both your lips and part them with My lips to let My tongue dance with yours a while before sucking your bottom lip into My mouth again, licking it, licking the fresh blood from it, and then positioning it between My teeth.
I will look into your eyes, and I will see the combination of fear and eager hope. You will fear the pain, but hope I will give it. And I will savor your eyes for a moment, enjoying their message and their color, which is pleasing to Me, and I will smile and ask you if you think you would enjoy having your other lip pierced by My teeth. And you will tremblingly nod as best you can that you would. And with my sharp teeth I will bite it quick and hard, and drink again of your blood.
Your blood will fill your mouth and Mine, and I will give you wet, messy,
bloody kisses, becoming aroused and somewhat rough. Your tiny mouth will know the pleasure of My arousal and then I will command you to stand before Me.
At that point, I will say to you,
"Close your eyes. If I catch you opening them, even the slightest, I will punish you severely. And I will know if they are opened even the slightest, pet. You know I will."
And your eyes will close tightly, knowing I speak the truth, and your still bleeding lips shudder in anticipation of the secret that I am about to share with you. You will hear Me stand up, and you will hear Me make a few steps, and then you will not hear Me anymore for a while. Time will seem to slow down. Your lips will tremble more, and you will want to open your eyes, but you will not. You know your Master will be there to punish you swiftly and harshly if you do, so you keep them closed, and you wait. The ticks between seconds on a clock seem to drag on forever. You swallow the coppery tasting blood that has slower and slower collected in your mouth.
Your mind begins to wonder what your Master is doing. You begin to imagine
various scenarios. Is He still next to you? Behind you? In the room still?
What is He doing? Is He getting something? Is He just standing there behind
you waiting silently for you to disobey Him? What is He going to do to you? How much longer will you have to wait?
"Disrobe." He is standing behind you now, whatever He did while you were
waiting.
"Except leave your panties on."
So He has some reason for having you wear panties today when He normally would forbid you to wear such a thing in His presence. What is He going to do? You comply, taking off your blouse, then your bra. While removing your shoes, then your socks, you start to lose your balance a few times, but manage to remain standing. Finally, deliberately, teasingly, you remove your skirt by squatting with legs slightly spread and letting it touch the ground, then catching it under your toes and slowly standing again. Only your pinkish-purple thong panties remain as it falls into a little collection of rumples on the floor. You hear Him move your clothes and shoes to the side with His foot.
You feel the heat of His aroused body as He steps closer to you. It burns your back like the sun at mid day. You want to feel Him against you, but you do not move. A moment passes. Another. Another drags by. What is He doing?
Without warning, in a single, unexpected fluid motion, He reaches into the waistband of your panties and effortlessly rips them off you, leaving your pussy stinging pleasurably. You gasp in surprise, and must force your eyes to remain shut.
Then you feel His open hands hot on your back, almost startling your eyes open a second time in as many seconds, but you keep them closed. You know He would know if you opened them. But His burning hands are on your back, and they are softly gliding across it, leaving trails of searing sensation behind them. He is enjoying touching you softly, and His hands come back up to the top of your back, over your shoulders, then back down to your waist.
"What nice hips My pet has."
Your cheeks burn again at His words. His hands rest on your hips just a little too long. He is contemplating something, you can tell. Perhaps He is imagining what He wants to do to you. From there the burningly warm hands move forward and up until they are just beneath your breasts. They stop. You want Him to touch your breasts, caress them as He has described to you before. But His hands move around them, above them, and then caress your sides again in a downward motion. You are growing impatient to have Him touch your wanting breasts, caress your areolas and nipples with His hands afire, but His hands barely avoid them while He caresses your sides and hips.
*Please, Master, touch my breasts!*, you mentally beg. *
Please,
touch my ass!*
But His hands caress everywhere else instead, making only tantalizingly close passes to those areas. You begin to find yourself becoming wet, and sexually frustrated. You realize that your Master is torturing you with your own pleasure and your own desire.
His hot hands are on your back again. Lighter and lighter is His touch until you cannot feel the difference between the heat of His palms and only His fingertips gliding across your skin. Or are they? You can't be sure. But you hear Him chuckle to Himself. There is more wetness between your legs. You wonder if He knows this, then realize your trembling in response to his touch must surely give this secret away.
"Turn around. Keep your eyes closed!"
You turn around. You can feel the heat of His presence against your chest, warmest on your breasts, as they stand out proudly from your body.
"Turn your head to the left, and lean forward just a bit."
You do so, wondering what He will do next. First He licks your left cheek,
leaving a warm, wet slick of His saliva up your face. It makes you tingle.
"Mmmm, My pet is sweet." He says, pleased. Then He takes your earlobe into His mouth, the wet warmth sending tingles up and outward into your face. Slight suction is applied, and then you feel His teeth caress it surpringly gently. His masterful control of his interaction with you amazes you, making you feel humbled that He has chosen to put His efforts to you. His tongue then comes forth to snake into your ear, and explore the crevices it finds there. You are made weak with pleasure that manifests itself in your lower stomach. Your legs tremble for a moment, almost giving out beneath you.
Then He does something intersting. He bites your ear so that His canine tooth
touches it's counterpart in His lower jaw through your piercing, His other teeth compressing the lobe between them, almost peircing it themselves. The pain is oddly placed, but delightful. You can hear throughout your head the eerie sound of his two teeth coming together through the piercing.
"You are Mine," He says in a deadly serious semi-growl through clenched teeth. "I can and will do as I please with you, and you
will
enjoy it." There is no room for negotioations; your Master has spoken, and it will be as He has commanded.
You nod in agreement, trembling slightly, excited at his demands, anticipating what He will do next. Your excitement is growing, and you can feel your whole body responding - more than you realized, now that you become aware of it.
There is a tugging at your ear, and then He lets go of it and commands you to spread your legs to one and a half times the width of your shoulders. You do so, and wonder how He knew that this was exactly the right width to use to separate your legs as much as is comfortable for you. By his clothing, you hear Him kneel down.
"Oh, what a pretty pussy My pet has. But it's not dripping yet. I think we
should continue until you are dripping. How else am I to know you want Me?", he asks almost teasingly.
You hear him stand, and then, without warning, you feel the sting of a knotty leather flogger on your ass. You gasp in surprise and pain - He applied it
hard
! But it's not long before the delicious feelings wash over you in response, as He repeats the strike again and again in rapid succession, each blow just as hard as the last. You can feel the welts forming on your ass, but the heat of them and the sting feels
soooo
amazing! A surge of wetness makes itself known between your legs. You feel it begin to escape your hidden heat and make it's way down your inner thigh...
"Bend over a little so I can see better what I am working with.", he commands.
You do so. He notices the glistening trail of liquid readiness moving down your inner thigh, and pauses for amoment, silent. You can't help but know he has noticed it, and wonder what the look on his face must be. He moans softly to himself in appreciation, and then, again without any warning, your ass knows the stinging flogging as it continues. Each time he lets fly with the flogger on your curvacious backside, He emphasizes the word He says.
"
Mellie's
been a
bad
girl,
hasn't
she?
Bad! Bad! Bad!
But
Master
will whip it
out
of her,
won't
