As fate would have it, Master and I happened to run into each other last night. He pulled me into his house, putting his finger over my lips-signaling to be quiet as not to wake the roommate-before kissing my lips gently. Leading me into his room, he told me to sit on the bed. Next thing I knew he was on top of me, it felt so good being able to run my hands all over his gorgeous body. For a fleeting moment I thought we might have straight vanilla sex. Silly me.
He pushed my hands above my head, I worked so hard to be quiet. Of course that challenge had it’s own level of excitement.
“I was reading your blog before I came to see you,” he whispered in my ear, “I really liked what you said about being an object of my pleasure.”
“I am. What’s your pleasure today, Sir?”
“I’d like to take off your shirt and your bra, put some lube in your hands and I want you to make me come with your hands all over your tits. Then I want you to wear it home, you’re not allowed to wash it off until you get there.”
I sighed. He wanted to mark me, leave his scent on me, to mark me as HIS “object.” The risk was titillating in addition to the pride at being so adored. Despite his hot body and his huge cock, it was his MIND that kept me coming back.
He stripped down naked and told me to take off my shirt. I watched him undress and smiled, realizing I had rarely if ever seen him from behind naked. For such a wiry guy he has a really sweet ass.
Cassie Fettered 