wickedlady31
Professional Bitch
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I’ve missed my Master, my sire. He has been away for a few days on business, leaving me all alone to think about him and ache. It’s funny, when he is not here, I dream about him as though he is the phantom of my sleep. He knows just what I need with no words spoken.
He gave me some permission to cum while he was gone, but I must tell him to the very finest detail how I made myself cum. This morning after a very erotic dream of heavy bondage and rough sex, I awoke feeling the ache, the want, and the need.
Master bought me some silver bullets. I took them out of the purple case and turned them on and inserted all three into my swollen pussy. I bent my legs at the knees and closed my eyes, envisioning my master before me clad in his leather mask and leather pants, whip in hand. My Dark Master, my phantom.
The vibrations of the three bullets tickled my perineum a bit. I tightened my pelvic muscles to enhance the delightful buzz. My cool hands caressed my nipples gently, making them stand stiff. My fingers pinched my nipples, pulling on them roughly, I imagined them to be my Master’s teeth biting at my eager flesh. I moved my hips in a circular motion, tightening my muscles, gripping the bullets tightly. I felt the ache of desire build up within, my threshold nearly crossed, I was on the brink of a nice orgasm. Master wouldn’t want me to cum so soon, so I removed the bullets just before the throbbing release could strike. Oh I moaned, I wanted to cum so desperately my throat felt tight with desire. My breathing turned to panting as my orgasm didn’t strike, it slowly waned. Oh did I ache. My hands returned to my breasts, tugging at the rose bud nipples, pulling on them roughly. My hands then slowly and lightly traveled down my belly, down to my moist and eager pussy.
“Master owns my cunt,” I whispered as my fingers prodded at my wetness.
“Master owns me, I am his,” I groaned as my index finger rolled my clit in a circular motion.
“Oh God,” I whisper as my other entered my pussy and wiggled around, brushing on the spongy G-spot.
I could hear my Master’s words coaxing me to release. Echoing in my mind, “ Cum for me bitch. Cum for me.”
I imagined his fingers deep inside my pussy, wiggling around, getting nice and wet from my juices. I imagined his tongue prodding at my clit, teeth nibbling, sucking my engorged lips into his mouth.
Instinctively I arched my hips as the throbbing release of pleasure washed over my groin like the waves crashing on an ocean shore.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned loudly. “ Master fucking owns my cunt.”
The spasms of my release slowed to twitches as my finger was now coated with my delight.
“Taste your-self,” my Master absently asked, the phantom voice ordered.
My finger glistened with my juice, I brought it to my lips and sucked it off.
He gave me some permission to cum while he was gone, but I must tell him to the very finest detail how I made myself cum. This morning after a very erotic dream of heavy bondage and rough sex, I awoke feeling the ache, the want, and the need.
Master bought me some silver bullets. I took them out of the purple case and turned them on and inserted all three into my swollen pussy. I bent my legs at the knees and closed my eyes, envisioning my master before me clad in his leather mask and leather pants, whip in hand. My Dark Master, my phantom.
The vibrations of the three bullets tickled my perineum a bit. I tightened my pelvic muscles to enhance the delightful buzz. My cool hands caressed my nipples gently, making them stand stiff. My fingers pinched my nipples, pulling on them roughly, I imagined them to be my Master’s teeth biting at my eager flesh. I moved my hips in a circular motion, tightening my muscles, gripping the bullets tightly. I felt the ache of desire build up within, my threshold nearly crossed, I was on the brink of a nice orgasm. Master wouldn’t want me to cum so soon, so I removed the bullets just before the throbbing release could strike. Oh I moaned, I wanted to cum so desperately my throat felt tight with desire. My breathing turned to panting as my orgasm didn’t strike, it slowly waned. Oh did I ache. My hands returned to my breasts, tugging at the rose bud nipples, pulling on them roughly. My hands then slowly and lightly traveled down my belly, down to my moist and eager pussy.
“Master owns my cunt,” I whispered as my fingers prodded at my wetness.
“Master owns me, I am his,” I groaned as my index finger rolled my clit in a circular motion.
“Oh God,” I whisper as my other entered my pussy and wiggled around, brushing on the spongy G-spot.
I could hear my Master’s words coaxing me to release. Echoing in my mind, “ Cum for me bitch. Cum for me.”
I imagined his fingers deep inside my pussy, wiggling around, getting nice and wet from my juices. I imagined his tongue prodding at my clit, teeth nibbling, sucking my engorged lips into his mouth.
Instinctively I arched my hips as the throbbing release of pleasure washed over my groin like the waves crashing on an ocean shore.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned loudly. “ Master fucking owns my cunt.”
The spasms of my release slowed to twitches as my finger was now coated with my delight.
“Taste your-self,” my Master absently asked, the phantom voice ordered.
My finger glistened with my juice, I brought it to my lips and sucked it off.
