This story was told to me by a lady admirer of my work. Please, guys, don’t ask details about the girl. She would have published this epic story if she had been interested.
I welcome you all to the world of sex, BDSM, mastery, and slavery. I hope you’ll have a wet time reading it. Lol, Enjoy!
I couldn’t figure out why they didn’t want to taste me. I wondered if they had to be given permission or if they were being saved for someone later. I writhed against the hard, black, lacquered table.
My nipples had never been clamped before. Even though they had adjusted to my sensitivities before the party, they still hurt. I couldn’t put the pain out of my mind. My safe word is ginger. I kept repeating that in my head. I knew I could end it at any moment. But I wanted to make him proud, my master.
Lips, tongues, teeth, and fingers teased my bound body. I was a newly trained submissive. After months of keeping me mostly to himself and small groups, my bear of a master decided to throw a party in celebration. Celebration of me, as I was the main attraction.
Struggling against my bindings was of no use. I knew this, but I had to try anyway. My role as a submissive and part animal brain told me I was trapped and should fight to get free. I feared that I would disappoint my master.
“Master G,” a woman with a lilting voice accompanied by blueberry-scented perfume approached the table, “I have a beautiful boy that would look delectable as your little girl here sucked his balls and cocks.”
“Interested?” My eyes rolled up to look at the woman. She was pretty in her red feather mask, covered in glittery designs. She wore a black dress that allowed her large breasts to be easily taken out and adored.
“Let me see this boy, and I’ll consider it,” my master’s voice was full of desire. I wondered if it was for me or all the other sights around the room. We had turned the living room into a large sex dungeon spilling into the dining room and the study.
With a snap of the fingers, a male submissive knelt before my master. I couldn’t see him, so instead, I focused on the others touching and teasing me. My pussy throbbed but remained untouched. My juices leaked into a sticky puddle between my spread thighs.
I couldn’t figure out why they didn’t want to taste me. I wondered if they had to be given permission or if I were being saved for someone later. One person had been tongue-fucking my belly button, and in my mind. I pretended it was my clitoral area.
I squirmed against the table, hoping to get closer to the orgasm peeking at me from the edge. Torrents of pleasure consumed me. My feet were being rubbed, and my toes were being sucked. Not something I would ever consider erotic.
Yet I moaned in pleasure as that hot little tongue flicked against the underside of each toe. I had missed the consent of my master. A pretty male submissive suddenly straddled my face, his balls resting on my chin. He was completely free of hair and slight of frame, unlike my big bear of a master.
I flicked my tongue against the underside of his cock and tasted salty goodness. I slurped on his balls like a good little girl. The bottom half of my body was suddenly lifted to expose my ass. I knew the table could shift but hadn’t been told how.
A gentle slap against my ass told me someone had found the ping pong paddles. Unable to prevent it, I cried out with the ball in my mouth. The submissive above me squirmed a bit. His nipples were flicked and pinched, only to have nipple clamps also affixed to him.
I switched to the other ball, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. I moaned in my throat every time I was spanked. Soon I could feel something dripping onto my face. I realized moments later that it was pre-cum. He was leaking from the head of his cock, and I wanted to taste it.
Before I realized it, his cock was entering my mouth. But just the head and maybe an inch. I was in the wrong position to take him deep, but I didn’t care. I sucked that head and inch as well as I would if I had a throat full of cock. I shoved my tongue into the slit, flicking and slurping on the little bit of length.
The male sub moaned and pulled his hair. “Please, mistress, if she keeps this up, I will disobey your order. Please allow me to climax. I beg your mercy,” the words became one long moan. Then a long intake of breath as he tried to prevent himself from breaking his mistress’s rule.
“What do you think, Master G? Will you allow him to shoot his seed into your slave’s mouth?” I could hear the smirk in this woman’s voice. But I couldn’t stop myself from doing my best work. I kept sucking and flicking my tongue against the sensitive head.
My pussy throbbed with need, and I felt like I would erupt on his behalf if he weren’t allowed. “Yes, of course. You have my permission,” my master’s voice was deep and gruff with need. I glanced over and found a submissive on her knees before him.
His hand was on her head as she looked up at him with complete innocence. How dare this woman look at my master like that? Jealousy flared inside me. Just as the woman gave her permission, the cockroach in my mouth exploded with thick, salty goodness.
I could not swallow properly. It leaked from my mouth and dripped onto the table. The submissive shook and cried out as he exploded. It took him a few moments to regain his composure, and he needed help to leave the table. My mouth was now empty.
The pain from the nipple clamps was gone. My legs were lowered back to the table, only to cause me to try to lift my sore, well-paddled ass from the hard surface. Master had moved, and his fingers grazed my drenched cheek. “You are ready for me, my pretty little girl?”
I nodded. Speaking was beyond me. His fingers, thick and calloused, dove inside me. “You’re so tight, little girl.” I lifted my hips to him, wanting him to take me with something thicker, longer, and able to fill me with hot, slick saltiness. His fingers left me and untied me from the table.
My master, the big brute, lifted me and took me to our bedroom. I hadn’t thought he would fuck me in front of the party guests. But I didn’t think he’d abandon them either. He dropped me onto the bed and followed me once his belt was undone.
His huge cock was finally free, and as he shoved the head into my tight snatch, he removed the nipple clamps. I screamed as a feeling entered my nipples after what felt like a lifetime. I drenched his cock before he had fully entered me.
“That’s a good girl. Let’s do it again,” he said, lifting my hips and shovelling a pillow underneath them. He shoved into me, and I moaned as he bumped my cervix. It was too much, and I sunk my nails into his hairy chest. Master swivelled his hips in circles.
Grinding against my most sensitive flesh, and worked the flat of his thumb back and forth over my clit. I saw stars as I screamed my pleasure, drenching the pillow beneath me with fresh juices. Master’s face was right there before mine when my eyes refocused.
They were so beautiful: clear blue with bushy black eyebrows and thick eyelashes, surrounded by smile lines that showed a little of his age.
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