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Master?
by BiPandora (address withheld)

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Who's your Master baby, who's your Master? (Mdom/F, bi, 
tor, bd)

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You risk a look upwards from your position on your 
knees. Your eyes follow the lacing of the leather boots 
in front of you, the sheer black nylons that disappear 
under a short black and red skirt... and then your head 
is pushed downward again forcefully. Your shoulders 
tense, waiting for the strike. When the crop hits your 
sweat-slicked back, it only stings a little. She is not 
terribly displeased. The boots walk around to behind 
you and your breath catches in anticipation. 

Your Mistress grabs your wrists and ties them tightly 
behind your back, lashing the silken cord through the 
collar she had made for you. You can feel the strap 
that binds your cock and balls vividly. You feel the 
leash clip onto the thick green collar and you see her 
boots walk start off down the hall. The leash tugs at 
your neck and you crawl as gracefully as you can behind 
her, your head bowed low as not evoke the wrath of the 
other Masters or Mistresses in the house.

As you follow her, you spy the other pets of the house. 
They are all engaged in the sole purpose of their 
worlds... pleasing their betters. You can see a pretty 
redhead trussed with her limbs tied behind her, a dark 
cloth wrapped around her eyes, shining silver clips 
attached to her clit and nipples, lying on her side, 
her Mistress idly whipping her breasts or belly as 
another pet brushed her hair. You wonder briefly what 
she did to be tormented so, and your cock throbs at the 
thought of such torture.

She stops so suddenly, you barely have time to react. 
You stumble on your knees and sheer will keeps you 
upright. To fall in front of the others... unthinkable. 
She would be most unhappy with you. You glance ahead 
covertly to see a long pair of silky white legs and 4" 
stiletto heals standing very closely to your Mistress. 
As the left pale leg lifts up against her boot, you 
realize it is your Mistress's former Lady. You know the 
pale Lady is kissing her and cupping her large breasts. 
You steal a glance higher to see... as you thought, the 
pale Lady is rubbing you Mistress's pussy with a finger 
and licking her mouth. 

A very sharp tug lets you know you were seen. Your head 
drops again. The pale legs move up next to you. You 
must pay your respects, gracefully. Your knees already 
aching from your walk, you lean forward to kiss the 
pearly ankle. She lifts her leg and rubs it against 
your face. Then she walks away.

Mistress walks slowly into a great room, heading for 
her favourite chair, high-backed and deep-seated, she 
can lounge however she feels comfortable. As she sits 
in her throne, you crawl up next to the chair and 
wait... your head bowed low in obedience, your arms 
aching from the strain. Your cock is aching too... you 
want to please her, but she is fickle. There have been 
days where she left you panting with desire, unable to 
pleasure yourself, unable to seek relief for the 
excruciating pleasure-pain deep in your balls.

She drops the leash and smacks your cock lightly with 
the crop. You want to cum badly, but to do so without 
invitation would be subject to terrible punishment. She 
is rubbing the crop under your balls. They are thrust 
forward by the strap... it feels increasingly smaller 
as your desire mounts. She then lifts your chin to look 
in your eyes. Her brown eyes like chocolate, amused by 
your suffering, her deep, red lips curling upwards to a 
devious smirk. She stretches her leg out in front of 
you and you kiss her boot lovingly. 

She nudges your mouth with her leg and you kiss the 
tight black leather again... she wants you to pleasure 
her. You duck under her leg and rest it on your 
shoulder and lick the boot up to the skin of her knee 
above it. She sighs... and you continue. Softly 
nibbling your way up her leg, laving the tiny bites 
with your tongue, you glance upward to your 
destination. Her stockings are torn through the center, 
leaving access to her rose-coloured pussy. 

Your cock is throbbing painfully as you breathe deep of 
her scent. You pull back slightly, looking into her 
face, you dive in. Your transgression is met with a 
stinging blow from the crop, but she doesn't stop you. 
Your tongue is curling around her swollen clit, pulling 
on it, sucking it, drinking her nectar. She moans and 
presses her pussy to your face. You tease her by 
licking around the entrance to her moist depths. 

Her legs wrap around your shoulders and pull you 
closer, but you still deny her... you want to sink your 
cock into her and pump her insides with your pleasure, 
but she has never allowed it, though once, she paid for 
another pet to service you... a reward for winning 
praise from a Master on your grace and obedience. 

Still caught in your teasings, you were unprepared for 
the boots kicking you backwards. You land on your arms, 
still tightly pinned to your back, your breath whooshes 
out of you. She stands about you, her legs on either 
side of yours... you can see her dripping pussy under 
her skirt. Your breath is returning as she drops to her 
knees and violently tears the strap from your aching 
cock... and impales herself on it... you almost cum 
right then. She rides you hard; crying out her pleasure 
as she finally gets what she wants from you. You can 
feel her pussy sucking and milking your solid cock, you 
are holding back and tears fall from your eyes from the 
effort.

She pulls off of you quickly, her passion spent, her 
breasts heaving... she stands and grabs your collar and 
pulls you up to your knees... you cry silently, your 
pain overwhelming... she turns from you and drops to 
her knees once more, presenting her ass... she looks 
over her shoulder and tells you, you may cum, my pet. 
You shudder violently at the words and push your steel-
hard cock into her ass. Her lube is still on your cock, 
helping it slide into her tight passage. It is so tight 
it hurts, and she clenches her sphincter ever tighter 
and you gasp. 

She looks at you once more over her shoulder, and you 
lose consciousness... you wildly slam your cock into 
her ass for a few moments, the torture from the last 
few days backed up in your aching, engorged balls... 
and then you cum. Hard. You hear an inhuman cry from 
far away and then realize it's from you. Your cock 
pulses, jerks, throbs your cum into her ass. You feel 
her fingers in her pussy on the other side of the wall, 
you can feel her orgasm tightening her pussy, her ass, 
her body... her whimpers reached your now empty balls, 
tickling them... your sore knees give out and you slump 
forward onto your breathless Mistress... you dare to 
stretch your neck up and whisper to her, "Who's your 
Master now?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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