I kneel before him in submission. Open. Available. The low wires of the corset that binds my waist hold my breasts firmly on display. I see my chain leading down from my collar laying in the valley between my breasts, stretching across the open space between us, leading from me to his firm control.
He stands before me. I can only see my breasts, my chain, and his legs. I look up slightly to his crotch and… hunger.
I am his slave. He sees me naked at his command; sometimes he rips my clothes off as I kneel passively before him. He makes me kegel on command. He makes me cum on demand. I am a sex toy that he has tested, but never used.
I want to be used. As I kneel before him looking at the material of his black trousers, I wish I could get just a little closer… I imagine him removing his pants and shirt, standing naked and powerful before me. Erect. Commanding and demanding.
I imagine his cock brushing my face. I remain submissive, for that is my role. But it is not my desire. I wish to reacith one hand and press his warm shaft into my cheek, feeling the softness of his skin and the hardness of his arousal. Gently gripping it in my hand, feeling it get harder, feeling it get warmer, feeling my own desire get warmer.
I look up at him… his wordless command is clear. “Continue.”
My hand wraps around the base of his cock and I taste the tip. The sweet taste of his precum makes me salivate for more. The musky smell of his crotch makes my breath catch. He is not just a man, he is my Master. He keeps me on edge, always ready, always horny. Smelling him is like a drug to an addict…. I nearly cum before I can even begin.
Then I take him in my mouth as I grip and pull gently at the base of his cock. He is large and hard and I struggle to take much of him in. I want it so badly, to let my mouth be a pussy for him. I take his balls in my other hand, softly gripping his sack.
It hurts my jaw. It stretches my lips. I pull back trying not to show him my discomfort -- just because it hurts doesn’t mean I am not completely aroused by being here. I want it to hurt. I want to feel it, taste, it be part of him….
I work my mouth along the outside of his shaft, licking and sucking the side of his cock. Tasting… smelling… immersing myself. When I reach the base I bury my nose in his hair, his overpowering musk erasing what little conscious mind is left.
My nose is in his crotch. One ball in my mouth, my cheeks on his thighs, my own thighs aching as my pussy gets hot and wet. I work my hand up and down his shaft as I continue to nurse his balls.
I feel his legs flex and stiffen. I don’t want his seed to go to waste, I want it in me. I reverse my movements, moving back up his shaft, gently squeezing his engorged balls with my hand, and then I take a breath and swallow him. My body wants to gag, but my soul wants to be impaled by him and suddenly, against any law of physics or anatomy, my nose is buried in his public hair again, only this time the head of his cock is buried in my throat.
I can’t breathe, but I hold myself in place, tears beginning to form. I swallow around the beautiful invader, and it stiffens. I want to pull up to breathe but his hands are on the back of my head, holding me in place. My swallowing around his cock becomes twitching as I try to gasp for breath…. My lips start to tingle, my head is light, either from arousal or lack of air, it doesn’t matter, I am more aroused than ever.
Just as I think I’m going to start to black out, his hands are gone and I come up for air. The drool drips down my chin and onto my breasts. My eyes are streaming with tears. I can’t imagine what I look like to him, and I don’t care. As soon as I catch my breath I dive into the depths of my Master’s need again -- I say his need, but it is my need as well. I need him to cum, because he doesn’t allow it of me. His pleasure is my pleasure, and I am lost in him.
This time his hands are like a vice, and then it happens. He thrusts against my face, crushing my nose against his hard crotch. And he cums. His cock is well inside my throat, bypassing any need to swallow, but I do anyway, reflexively milking his seed into my body as my own arousal tips over the edge.
Then I fall back… gasping, drooling spit and semen… taken… used… spent… and fulfilled. I don’t know if I came at all, or maybe I was cumming the entire time. My body still shudders as I try to return to naduw. My spirit is vibrating.
My devotion is complete. As am I.
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