Sounds of soft sensual music float in the warm, humid air. The ebb and flow as timeless as the tides as her head moves almost in rhythm with the beat. her lips circling His slick, hot member as she takes Him in, her tongue flitting around on her backstroke, till again she opens wide as she slides His smoothness in, her teeth sometimes lightly dragging on Him but His firm grip on her head speaks to her when she goes too far. Bare knees spread on the floor between His open legs, back far enough that without His arms holding her head she would fall forward onto His cock. her hands are bound to her legs at each thigh.
His breathing now noticed as He crushes her short auburn hair with both hands as He guides her head, her body is off balance so that her stroke is timed by the pistons of His arms. He takes in her face as she sucks His cock, what beauty this is as her full lips swallow Him. The sensation so warm and so soothing that He struggles to keep His cool, His first load of hot cum already in her belly but He has not allowed her to stop. He could do this all night He imagines as she travels the fleshy road. After He has temporarily satisfied His desire for her mouth He allows her to slip off, bring your knees closer now, His words tell her and she shuffles nearer till she can kneel unsupported. Now lick My balls, whore, His words soft but powerful.
With a skillful tongue she licks His balls, carefully not missing a spot, repeating her circuit till His hand pulls up her head. you suck Me well, whore, He says. her smile proudly spreads across her face, as He hugs her close with His legs.
Now He moves and she kneels backward on her knees as He rises to His feet, with a turn He reaches for His slave, pulling her to her feet. Come whore, I am not done with you. He loosens her wrists tied to each thigh and brings them behind her back, bound wrist over wrist. Master is tired and needs rest, gently pushing her to the floor He kneels her by a chair. Place your head on the chair , turn where you can see me in My chair, He says. Now wait as you are till I call for you whore, and He turned and left the room.
her happy mood lasted for a while but now she just waits. Muscles and bones speaking to her, rest they say but she knows better. Master has placed her here for that is where He wants her. she pushes these thoughts away and she waits for the will of her Master. No sound has come to her and time passes. She can see no clock from here and she is not sure if that is a blessing or not. Time means nothing to her, Master has placed her here, the aching bones, the sore muscles, her need to pee all wait for His word.
Sounds from the next room startle her, her sore back has sagged and she struggles to correct her position, this is right isn't it she asks herself. After a time of burning pain He finally enters the room. He surveys her position carefully and she tenses hoping she has made no mistake.
You must be stiff, My whore, He says and bends to take her arm. He steadies her as she comes to her feet, cramping muscles scream, her voice soft as she asks Master, may I pee? With a gentle laugh He leads her into the bathroom and watches as she settles on the toilet. Slave He asks, do you thirst? yes Master, i thirst for you always, her reply. With a smile He says, I will bring you water to drink. Run water for us to bathe now.
Splashing water filling the tub as He returns with water for her throat. He strips His clothes and enters the tub. Drink your water and come in, He says. her feet enter the rising water and she kneels in front of His seated frame. With soap and sponge she bathes Him, carefully cleaning His body. The warm water on her legs and hands as she dips the sponge feels splendid. she washes His back and rinses the warmth down His back.
