Dear Master (11 page)

You were here. I could hear you step into the room, softly closing the door once more behind you.

I heard you approach me from behind.

You came up right behind me now, I could feel you there.

I wondered what I must look like to you, Master: positioned on all fours, my ass pointing up at you, just the flimsy black cotton of my thong covering my most private parts, the blindfold tied tightly over my eyes.

Just then I feel your hands on my butt, cupping my buttocks tightly. Your fingers felt hot and smooth as they stroked urgently over the toned curves of my ass. Then one of your hands slipped down between my legs, cupping my throbbing, tingling sex from behind. You began to stroke the cleft of my pussy and ass with your fingers, softly touching my pussy lips and clit, then stroking right up to my asshole too and back again, causing delicious, tingling waves of pleasure to flood through my body.

I moaned, Master. A long, low animal moan. Do you remember?

It felt so good to be used like this, Master: for you to finally touch and explore my body however you wanted, and for me to give myself up to you completely; to let you do whatever you wanted to me.

Suddenly I felt you grab both my wrists and pull them back behind me. I fell forward, my face falling against the bed sheet as your hot strong hands pinned my wrists against the small of your back. I heard you reaching down to something on the floor next to you — it sounded like a briefcase unlocking — and then a moment later I felt cold curved metal on my wrists, clicking firmly into place, locking my hands tightly behind me.

There was a delicious pause, Master, and then I felt you roughly tug my thong to one side. You were so quick and rough that I gasped in surprise.

You held my panties to one side while the fingers of your other hand began to toy once more with my pussy lips and clit. As you worked my sex in urgent circles, I gasped again, unable to contain my pleasure.

When your fingers once more move up towards my asshole, I realized
just
how wet I was, my hot gooey juices slicking over my tingling goose-fleshed skin. I felt you lean in behind me, bringing your face right down towards my ass. You tugged the thong down over my thighs, then pulled my ass cheeks wide apart, bringing your face up to my eager asshole, sniffing in deeply, and then I felt your hot wet tongue begin swirling round my tingling butthole, then slide slowly right the way into me. And like that, you began fucking my tight little ass with your tongue, Master, just like I hoped you would.

I squirmed forward, pressing my face hard against the silky sheets, gripping a mouthful between my teeth, feeling the faint beginnings of an orgasm rising up in my body. As you continued to softly fuck my ass with your mouth, you also slipped two fingers into my pussy, which by now was dripping wet; I could feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs.

Oh shit, I thought, as you fucked me in both holes, your expert tongue and fingers working in perfect unison.

I pressed my face into the sheets and moaned with pleasure, as you fully explored my pussy and ass.

I wished I could reach for my breasts, cup them, play with my nipples. I could feel that my nips had  already stiffened into hard little buds and I wished my hands weren’t bound tightly behind me, so that I could tweak and tug at them. But instead all I could do was moan and writhe on the sheets, offering my ass up to you, Master.

Next you slapped my ass, just two firm hard slaps, one on each buttock and it caused such a delicious pain that I cried out and shivered.

And then, all of a sudden, I felt you grab my hips hard with both hands and effortlessly flip me over, so that I fell onto my back. It hurt to lie on my bound hands, but I figured that pain was something you wanted me to experience too, Master. I felt a hand on my face, tugging off the blindfold, and then I looked down between my legs, and saw you for the first time.

You were just how I was always picturing, Master.

Your eyes were black and burning and your hair was silver and there was such a look of urgent lust fixed on your face as you tugged my panties over my ankles, then pushed my legs apart, my slick wet pussy completely exposed to you. You touched two fingers to the opening of my sex, then brought them to your mouth, sucking my juices off your fingers.

“Hello, Slut,” you said, and your voice was strong and deep, somehow both cold and warm at once.

You touched my pussy again, this time offering your glistening wet fingers to me.

I sucked myself off them, tasting the sweetness of my own sex.

Then you tugged off your black t-shirt. Your skin beneath was tanned a light dusky brown and your body was surprisingly in shape. You looked more athletic than like some steroid junkie, though.

I watched you begin to unbuckle your pants, my breasts heaving, my little nipples so hard they felt almost painful.

You stepped out of your pants, and I gazed up at you, spreading my legs and looking between my knees at your tight white bulging briefs. You bent forward and slipped these down over your toned muscular thighs, then stood up again, revealing a beautiful, perfect cock.

Master, your cock was incredible. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Even from a distance, I could tell that it was thick and long enough to pleasure me completely. It was rock solid, too, the head a beautiful light pink color, and you climbed up onto the bed, positioning yourself between my legs, bringing your face up near mine for the first time. You smiled, and I felt myself smiling too as I you began to softly touch your cock head to my pussy lips, spreading my own juices around the opening to my cunt, before finally slipping yourself inside me.

I gasped, feeling my tight pussy stretching to accommodate you, and I wished I could throw my arms around you, drawing you close in to me, digging my nails into your broad, muscular back. But instead I could only squirm a little painfully on my bound hands as you began to pump your thick hot rod violently in and out of my cunt. And with each slam of your cock into me, Master, you sent another intense wave of white hot electric pleasure rocketing around my body.

Your face was only inches from mine and your breath was surprisingly sweet and I moved my mouth up towards yours. At this signal, you reciprocated, pressing your lips hard against mine, and I felt the sharp brush of your stubble as we kissed passionately, your tongue exploring my mouth, while your beautiful dick continued to fill me up completely.

“Take me, Master,” I whispered in your ear. “Do whatever you want with me.”

And at this, you slammed yourself
even harder
into me. I could tell that you were working for your own pleasure, which in turn sent a new wave of thrills through my trembling body.

Oh, it felt just as good as I imagined it would Master.

I wished it could last forever.

Then you reached down between my legs as you fucked me, Master, touching two fingers to my clit which was so incredibly swollen. Did you notice? Did you feel it standing out from my clit hood in a hard little bean? You worked it in circles, and I felt a sudden fresh orgasm build and crest within me, flashing around my body, causing me to cry out, your cock still sliding in and out of my clenching pussy as you took my body, seeking out your own pleasure too.

“Fuck my ass, fuck my mouth,” I gasped, once I was able to speak again. “Take me however you want, Master.”

At this, you stopped fucking me, sliding yourself out of me, leaving my pussy yearning, aching deliciously for more.

You flipped me over, once again onto my front, my body trembling, my head hanging down off the side of the bed. You came and stood in front of me, leaning over me and I felt your fingers move between my legs. Your cock was right there in front of me, Master, right near my face, while you leaned over and toyed with my pussy and ass. I eagerly watched your glistening dick, moaning, desperate to taste it, and as soon as it was within reach I opened my lips and took you eagerly and feverishly into my mouth, tasting that beautiful salty tang of your cock, and the sweet mixture of your precum and my own juices. I sucked on your hot throbbing cock head, taking as much of you into my mouth as I possibly could, and I heard you grunt and sigh with pleasure, your fingers still massaging the tingling opening to my ass.

After a while, you tugged your cock from my mouth with a final wet pop, and then climbed over me, gently pressing the hot tip of your cock against my eager, willing asshole.

I was so ready for you, Master.

I thought of all that training you put me through and I was ready for you, finally, my Master …

I felt a final shiver of pleasure as I concentrated now purely on the tingling, delicious feeling of your thick hot cock nudging against my tight little asshole. I could feel you pushing, pushing, pushing and then suddenly, just like that, you had slipped inside me. Once your cock head was in my ass, you paused, and I sighed and shivered, realizing just how wonderful it felt to be your dirty little Slut.

“Oh, that’s
it
,” I whispered. “That’s
it
, Master!”

And at this cue, you slid even more of his thick girth inside me, filling me up.

Very gently and slowly, you slid your big thick cock in and out of my ass and I groaned and whimpered with pleasure.

“That’s right,” I said. “Take me, fuck my ass!”

And in reply you began to plunder me hard and violently, growing more and more urgent, your breathing becoming quicker, your body tensing and stiffening and just then I realized that you were close to cumming. I felt your cock begin to swell and twitch in my ass.

“Oh fuck!” I squealed, feeling another orgasm of my own rush through me, just from your rock-hard dick in my ass, just as your cock began to spurt and twitch inside me.

We came like that together, Master, and I felt you shudder then fall onto me, your skin and my skin both slicked with sweat.

You turned me over, then unlocked my handcuffs.

When my hands were free, I didn’t know quite what to do with them.

But then you told me.

“Here,” you said, taking a laptop off a side table and opening it in front of me. “Write down exactly what happened. I don’t want us to forget a single moment of it.”

So that’s what I’m doing, Master.

I’m typing this, while you watch me, and soon, very soon, I’m going to be finished, and once I finish typing I’m going to close the lid of this laptop and then turn to you and smile and ask you to fuck me once again, however and wherever you want.

Because I know now that I am truly yours …  now and forever.

Love,

Slut

Katie Greene is a young writer with an overactive imagination. She’s been involved in a Sub/Dom relationship of her own for just under a year now and even used a few of her own experiences (she’s not telling which ones!) as the inspiration for some of the chapters in this book.

Dear Master
is Katie’s first written work and she sincerely hopes you enjoy reading it just as much as she enjoyed writing it!