Our last encounter remains vivid in my mind. The work day had been long and grueling. Time seemed to pass so slowly. My only thoughts were of preparing to see you that night. It was only when I returned home that my day really began.
I stood under the shower’s hot spray for the longest time and allowed the water to run its course over my body. The soapy cloth on my breasts brought the first tingling of the evening to come. My body always responded when I thought of you. Even my pussy began to throb as I imagined what tortures you would inflict on me that night.
I took special care with my make-up. My creamy complexion was softened by the delicate rose blush applied high to my cheekbones. Charcoal powder outlined my eyes, bringing out their dark color. Full lips, rose-colored and glossed, completed the look. I brushed my chestnut colored hair until it shone before pinning it elegantly atop my head. Only my attire was left. You preferred me in black and I honored your wish. Standing at the closet in a lace bra and panties, I selected the black jersey dress. It slipped easily over my frame and molded to every curve. I was ready.
On stiletto heels, I entered your home and made my way into the living room. There you sat. So handsome. Dark and mysterious. Your face never gave anything away. It was what had drawn me to you. How you approached me in the restaurant. A stranger. Stopping by the table with a polite hello and introduction. The way you slipped your card into my hand with the words “call tomorrow”. And I had. There had been no choice. It was in the way you spoke. Or perhaps, it was the words. Whatever it had been, it had reached the very core of me.
You still hold that control over me. In our time together, I have lost many of my independent ways. I have also gained a greater sense of freedom than I have ever known. My daily routine is the same except for a few restrictions. I still make decisions necessary to oversee my life, but it is you who controls my privileges. You have taken control of my heart and the desires of my body. Even my orgasms are claimed by you. Any gratification I receive comes from your hands. And now, I must earn that pleasure. No longer can I use my charms to further my own desires.
You are slowly remolding me. Not changing the essence of who I am, but allowing me to grow into what I crave to become. What you desire me to grow to be. I belong to you, as your woman and so much more. Your lover, sex toy, slut and obedient slave. My greatest desire is to please you. To fulfill your secret wishes. Your fantasies are my reality and I accept them with wanton need. It is you who fills me, drives me forward and makes my life rewarding. Never have I felt so free or safe as I do under your dominance. I soar high to the heavens under your will.
In a show of my obedience, I knelt at your feet. My eyes took in your strength and my desire climbed. My need for your touch was great. You bent and brushed my lips with the softest of kisses. The effect of your light touch caused my head to spin. I leaned in for more. The grin on your face reminded me of my place. Only you satisfy my need and only when you decide to. You love to keep me on the edge. And I was. My whole body was electrified in your presence.
“Stand, girl. Undress for me. Remove everything but the heels.”
I stood immediately, and gracefully slipped the black dress from my body. My nimble fingers reached and opened the clasp of the black lace bra before allowing it to slip from my breasts. Nipples, hard and erect, reached out for your touch. In slow movements, my fingers slid under the band of my panties and drew them down my legs. The moistness of my desire left the soft material damp.
“Release your hair from it’s pins, girl. I like it when it falls freely down your back. Spread your legs wide, girl. Always have them spread fully in the presence of your master.”
You slid forward in your chair while I exposed myself to you. Your strong hands gripped my breasts. I gasped at your touch on my needy flesh. “Oh, Master, I love it when you touch me like that. I need your touch. Mmmm.” The rough twisting on my nipples furthered my lust. “Oh, Master, yes. Please squeeze my nipples harder. Please!”
You laughed and released my aching buds. “Such a slut.” Powerful hands slid down my stomach and over my hips while you spoke. I tried to stand still. The urge to thrust my pelvis forward was hard to control. You are right. I am a slut to your touch. Loud groans escaped my throat when your hand found the wetness of my pussy. The lightness of your fingers over my swollen lips were matched only by the force in which you drove them inside me. My head reeled back with the sensations you caused.
“Tell me slut, what do you need?”
“Oh, Master. I need you to fuck me. I want your cock in my pussy. I need it, Master. Please!”
You grinned and undid your pants. Your hard cock sprang forward into view. My eyes were transfixed on you. On your cock. On what I needed to quench the fire I felt inside.
“Is this what you want, girl?”
“Yes, Master, so very much.”
“Beg for it, girl.”
“Ohh, Master. Your slut needs your cock. I need it so badly. Please, Master, may your slut fuck your cock? Please, Master, pleasssse! I beg you!” I fell to my knees to continue my pleading. “Master, your slut can take it no more. I need you to fill me. Please, Master! Please fill my cunt with your wonderful cock. Pleassssse!”
