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Play with me
Drabble #1
Title: Play with me
Rating: 18+
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 815
Summary: An encounter of a slave and his master. (Using the prompt ‘Puppet’)
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“Please come play with me.”
Pale blue see-through fabric covered his body in the shape of a robe, reaching down to his tiny ankles, swaying over his skin enticingly whenever he moved. The only thing covering his privates a small thong of a darker blue.
He sat still and silent on a bench on one side of the room. A bed dominated the wall across from him and he watched it intently.
His eyes widened and he perked up as the sound of a key fitting into the lock of the door shattered the silence of the room. His long brown hair swayed as he lifted his head and his blue eyes, the same shade of his outfit, locked onto the figure that opened the door and entered the small room.
“Hello my precious doll,” the tall, broad shouldered man with black hair and eyes said, his deep voice rumbling.
He smiled in response, staying where he was and letting this man come to him. He was at the man’s beck and call, living only to meet his needs and fulfill his desires.
His master went and sat on the bed, lifting a hand and reaching it out to him. He felt his body submit to his master’s control, limbs easily moving to the man’s will. He crossed the room and knelt before his master, bowing his head.
“Undress me my beautiful doll, and then service me. I’ve had a most tiring day,” his master said, hand coming to rest on his head, softly stroking his hair.
“Of course master,” he whispered.
He went to work on his master; graceful fingers designed only for this man’s pleasure worked quickly to remove all layers of clothing, neatly folding each piece and laying them on the bench with the man’s shoes. And then his master was naked and he set to work servicing the man.
He reached out, small hands wrapping around the already semi-erect cock of his master, softly stroking the sensitive skin just the way he knew his master liked.
He leaned forward, cherry lips puckering to press sweetly to the mushroomed head of his master’s growing erection, rubbing his hands up and down the man’s impressive length. His mouth opened and his tongue laved at his master’s cock, spreading his own legs to relieve the pressure building in his groin as his master’s tangy taste flowed into his mouth.
The hand in his hair tightened as his mouth descended on his master, cheeks hollowing as he sucked eagerly, wanting to taste his mater’s desire as it flowed into him, bringing him to life for the short time they were together, sustaining him until the next night that the lock turned and his master came to play.
“Stop.”
He froze at the word pulling back and turning worried eyes on his master, fearful he had finally outgrown his purpose.
“Come here my precious doll,” his master said gently, moving so he lay on the bed, hand gesturing to his lap where his glistening erection bobbed.
His eyes widened in happiness and he was on the bed in an instant, robe fluttering off his body to lie on the floor, and thong tossed to join the fabric. He straddled his master, bright smile lightening his face to a lively color as he curled close. His master smiled back and he barely noticed the discomfort of the penetration because he was suddenly kissing his master. His lips tingled at the contact and hips wriggling as he sank down, drinking in his master in every way he could.
He cried out as his master thrust up and his mind was lost to the pleasure he adored above all else in his quiet life. His back arched as his prostate was rubbed by his master’s cock, body trembling at the exquisite torture.
“Touch yourself my darling.”
He obeyed, lidded eyes fastened on his master’s lust darkened eyes as one hand pinched one of his nipples, whimpering at the tiny spikes of pain. His other hand gripped his own erection, stroking strongly as his orgasm built deep in his belly, bubbling hot and ready.
“My beautiful doll,” his master growled as the man came, eyes closing tight as his body shuddered and he followed suit, his sperm covering his trembling hand and his master’s stomach. His body collapsed on his master and his eyes closed in sweet fatigue, smile lingering as his master wrapped him up in a post coital embrace.
He must have fallen asleep because he woke to an empty room, his master’s clothes gone except for his neck tie. He sighed, getting up and leaving the warmth of the bed to put on his thong and robe. He returned to his spot on the bench, holding the man’s necktie to his chest.
Sitting on his shelf to wait for his master to come play with him again.
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AN: Not quite sure where inspiration for this came from, maybe a story I read or I was feeling all slavey…not sure but whatever...I like it. Not sure if this’ll be expanded.
Title: Play with me
Rating: 18+
Fandom: Original
Word Count: 815
Summary: An encounter of a slave and his master. (Using the prompt ‘Puppet’)
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“Please come play with me.”
Pale blue see-through fabric covered his body in the shape of a robe, reaching down to his tiny ankles, swaying over his skin enticingly whenever he moved. The only thing covering his privates a small thong of a darker blue.
He sat still and silent on a bench on one side of the room. A bed dominated the wall across from him and he watched it intently.
His eyes widened and he perked up as the sound of a key fitting into the lock of the door shattered the silence of the room. His long brown hair swayed as he lifted his head and his blue eyes, the same shade of his outfit, locked onto the figure that opened the door and entered the small room.
“Hello my precious doll,” the tall, broad shouldered man with black hair and eyes said, his deep voice rumbling.
He smiled in response, staying where he was and letting this man come to him. He was at the man’s beck and call, living only to meet his needs and fulfill his desires.
His master went and sat on the bed, lifting a hand and reaching it out to him. He felt his body submit to his master’s control, limbs easily moving to the man’s will. He crossed the room and knelt before his master, bowing his head.
“Undress me my beautiful doll, and then service me. I’ve had a most tiring day,” his master said, hand coming to rest on his head, softly stroking his hair.
“Of course master,” he whispered.
He went to work on his master; graceful fingers designed only for this man’s pleasure worked quickly to remove all layers of clothing, neatly folding each piece and laying them on the bench with the man’s shoes. And then his master was naked and he set to work servicing the man.
He reached out, small hands wrapping around the already semi-erect cock of his master, softly stroking the sensitive skin just the way he knew his master liked.
He leaned forward, cherry lips puckering to press sweetly to the mushroomed head of his master’s growing erection, rubbing his hands up and down the man’s impressive length. His mouth opened and his tongue laved at his master’s cock, spreading his own legs to relieve the pressure building in his groin as his master’s tangy taste flowed into his mouth.
The hand in his hair tightened as his mouth descended on his master, cheeks hollowing as he sucked eagerly, wanting to taste his mater’s desire as it flowed into him, bringing him to life for the short time they were together, sustaining him until the next night that the lock turned and his master came to play.
“Stop.”
He froze at the word pulling back and turning worried eyes on his master, fearful he had finally outgrown his purpose.
“Come here my precious doll,” his master said gently, moving so he lay on the bed, hand gesturing to his lap where his glistening erection bobbed.
His eyes widened in happiness and he was on the bed in an instant, robe fluttering off his body to lie on the floor, and thong tossed to join the fabric. He straddled his master, bright smile lightening his face to a lively color as he curled close. His master smiled back and he barely noticed the discomfort of the penetration because he was suddenly kissing his master. His lips tingled at the contact and hips wriggling as he sank down, drinking in his master in every way he could.
He cried out as his master thrust up and his mind was lost to the pleasure he adored above all else in his quiet life. His back arched as his prostate was rubbed by his master’s cock, body trembling at the exquisite torture.
“Touch yourself my darling.”
He obeyed, lidded eyes fastened on his master’s lust darkened eyes as one hand pinched one of his nipples, whimpering at the tiny spikes of pain. His other hand gripped his own erection, stroking strongly as his orgasm built deep in his belly, bubbling hot and ready.
“My beautiful doll,” his master growled as the man came, eyes closing tight as his body shuddered and he followed suit, his sperm covering his trembling hand and his master’s stomach. His body collapsed on his master and his eyes closed in sweet fatigue, smile lingering as his master wrapped him up in a post coital embrace.
He must have fallen asleep because he woke to an empty room, his master’s clothes gone except for his neck tie. He sighed, getting up and leaving the warmth of the bed to put on his thong and robe. He returned to his spot on the bench, holding the man’s necktie to his chest.
Sitting on his shelf to wait for his master to come play with him again.
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AN: Not quite sure where inspiration for this came from, maybe a story I read or I was feeling all slavey…not sure but whatever...I like it. Not sure if this’ll be expanded.