Master And Slave

“Panties down. But not off.”

She hesitated no more than a minute before lowering the cotton to her thighs. She felt nervous yet excited all at the same time. No one had ever watched her before. In fact she had not even looked at herself when fingering her cunt. But here she was, back lowered to the floor, his eyes peering at her, studying every circular motion of her tiny fingers.

Before long her toes started to curl and her back arched. She knew she was about to cum, she could feel the rumblings in her tummy, stretching down through her cunt to her toes. She was consumed with pleasure which is why when he heard his booming voice she nearly stopped touching herself. 

“Do not cum. Play but do not cum. Not now, not until I touch you. Is that understood?”

Her mind was reeling. How on earth was she not to cum when her fingers were probing, teasing, tugging. Still she listened. She played, endlessly, for hours until finally she felt his breath against her lips, his whisper nearly bringing her to climax. 

“Cum now my slutty slave. Cum hard. Cum for me.”

She was shaken by his sudden presence but that surprise was the very trigger that caused her hips to buck and her cunt to flood.  She was cuming and even in her embarrassment she refused to stop, not until he told her to. 

She was owned. She was controlled. And she loved it. She loved him.

~cockdoll