Yes, Master
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
16,166
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 6
Thank you for the reviews to those that have and I hope everyone enjoys...smiles. I am able to write more regularly now, so I should be able to get a chapter up a week...
Chapter 6
“Please, Master!”, she whispered to him in despair as tears ran down her cheeks. He knew she was close, he saw her out of the corner of his eyes while he was fucking his slut. It was self-evident from her whimpers, even if he had not seen her, he could hear her, even more so when she began to cry. Thoughts of a test entered his mind, a test to see where her mind was at. He watched as she continued to cry thinking it was at least a quiet cry now. Hazel eyes looked down upon her, her place as a woman...beneath a man, he couldn't help but smirk.
Ancilla's body elated under his touch, uncontrollable in her tears, happy to be there before him. Her body was filled with need as she finally opened her eyes to look up into his. “What do you want right now, ancilla?”, he queried. “To please you, Master”, she whimpered. After she said it, she was almost shocked, why did she not say his touch, or to cum, or orgasm? Instantly though, realization, that those were selfish thoughts, but she did desire those as well. But what had been instinct to her, what her gut told her was about him.
“Why are you crying?”, he asked. Licking her lips, she quietly said “It's my body's reaction, Master. I don't understand it, but it feels full of desire, need and submission”, she paused for a moment and swallowed hard, not knowing if he would be pleased to know she desired his touch so. Thinking for that moment though, she realized, “It's not mine, it's his”, and she pushed on. “Master, I beg you to touch me, to take me, to mark me as slave!” She started crying harder, mind swarming, terrified that she spoke it out loud, still terrified of rejection.
He released his grip from her hair and her head lowered in defeat, she felt as though it had been wrong to say. It wasn't about her, but him. Yes, her body wanted him, ached for him, practically demanded it, but should she not have told him? Suddenly, she felt his breath in her ear; his dark voice delving into a slut's mind. “Do you know what please me right now, ancilla?”, he said. Gulping, she struggled to breath, trying desperately to hold herself in position. She whimpered out, “No, Master.” He nipped at her ear and chuckled.
She had knelt before him and revealed what her body needed. Now, she could do nothing but wait, it was all in his hands and it was driving her nuts inside. What did he want? What could she do? He had nipped her ear and her body responded, if possible, even more than before. Feeling heat flare in between her legs, she was sure she was making an utter mess upon the floor, causing a blush, ashamed when she thought of it, but it was uncontrolable. His hand started to move towards her cunt and she did everything she could not to hyperventilate. Fingers stroked up a widened thigh to brush against her pussy lips. Her head fell back as her mouth opened and a sobbing moan escaped out of wanton lips before a breathy, pleading “Master” came out of it. Growling in her ear, he said “Not a word, ancilla”. Exhaling, a frown etched across her pain ridden face. “Torturous bastard!”, she thought. Her breath and body were now her only means to show her exquisite, delicious desire of pain for his touch.
Chuckling, he said, “Hmmm, just a little wet, ancilla...excellent!”, as two fingers slid to just the inside of her soakened cunt, teasing her. So close to cumming, she mouthed, “Please, please, Master!” He then lifted up and plainly stated, “It's pleasing, ancilla”, and with a grin upon his face, he turned to walk away. Denied, ancilla lowered her head and started to cry again; Tthis time in utter frustration and confusion. He had said he it was pleasing, but yet he denied her more pleasure. She bite down on her lips and sighed heavily, knowing he was enjoying this. She lifted her hand to her head and through her hair thinking “oh my god, I'm going to go crazy, does he want me to go crazy?” and she started to chuckle to herself lightly and smirked, knowing damn well, that it pleased him to see it, to drive her mad with desire.
She was comfortable that he wouldn't deny her the whole time she was here, but she realized she would not know when she would be permitted to have it. It was completely up to him, what pleased him and when. She was sure that watching her beg, being humbled, being utterly crazy with desire was pleasing to him, so she tried to resign within herself to show her need, to give it completely to him. He was master and she was slave, it belonged to him, and when, if he chose to, he would use her in that manner, allow her pleasure from his touch, it would only be because -he- chose it, because it pleased -him-.
Wiping the tears, she growled lightly in frustration, and looked about the room. Ariel had, apparently, gone into another room, so it was just the two of them in the living room. Clearing her throat, ancilla asked him, “Master, may I be permitted up?” He grunted and nodded from his computer, so she lifted up on unsteady legs and exhaled deeply, her bangs lifting off her forehead. She couldn't believe how hard it was just to stand after what happened, it was like her legs were jello and demanded that she be on the floor. Somehow, she made her way to her bag, and rummaged through it to find a notepad and pen, wanting desperately to get things down from her head, into her journal. Since the chores had been done, she thought she might be able to write some, so she directed her voice to him, keeping eyes lowered, “Master, may I write some please?” “Aye”, he said, never removing his eyes from the computer.
Ancilla made her way to the couch, settling into it slowly, not knowing if it was ok, but not wanting to bother him with more questions either. Since he didn't growl, she took that for a good sign and started to write the things out in her head. She thought for sure she would go mad if he continued teasing like he was, but also knew he was, quite simply, like that. She thought for sure she must be glutton for punishment to be here, but also was sure that if something did happen that so many of her fears and wonders would be answered. He was treating her like a slave, owned or not, he would do as he wished, when he wished and she would be subjected like an owned slave, something she had never been.
Continuing to write, lost in her thoughts, she was suddenly startled by his voice, “Ancilla, a beer”. Placing her things down, she quickly went to the kitchen to retrieve it, before making her way back to the living room. Grumbling to herself at her body's shaking, cursing it for not having control; she went again to her knees, taking a deep breath while she straightened herself. She just wanted to touch him so bad, his chest, his face, his legs, his stomach, just any of him. Ancilla simply ached for it; but she didn't know his moods yet and was quite fearful of being displeasing to him. She offered up his drink, careful to say “hoped” rather than “prayed”, but he didn't dismiss her after he took it. Her eyes looked up to him briefly, thinking, “Ok, what now?”. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she thought for a moment, “Perhaps it's time to be a little brave”. She was scared to death, but she decided to do something. Bending from her waist, she brushed her soft lips against his boots; back aching to hold herself up, she continued up to his legs, and kissed one of his calves briefly. Having not felt a swift backhand, she moved to the other, and kissed it, this one more sensually with lips slightly open. She was just so thankful to be by him and her body showed it's nerves by quaking.
She wondered if she should continue up, rapid thoughts of scenarios running through her brain when she heard him speak. “You're staying here tonight; at the foot of my bed, on the floor.” “Oh, thank you, Master!” she replied with genuine joy. Laughing lightly at herself , she said, “I don't ever remember being so happy to sleep on a floor”. He looked down to her, regarding her for a moment grinning. “Belly”, he commanded. Her face frowned for a moment thinking perhaps she shouldn't have touched him, or was it the joke? Regardless, she started to shake out of fear while legs swept out from under her, so that she could rest on her belly to the floor. Placing her right cheek to the ground, hand moved to rest by her head. She felt so powerless like this, completely under him and then, a discovery. She could feel even more loss of control; feeling his boot press into her neck. She extended it out further arching it as she winced. Two strong feelings going on inside her, fear and elation. Gulping, her body twitched and wondered what would come next.
Chapter 6
“Please, Master!”, she whispered to him in despair as tears ran down her cheeks. He knew she was close, he saw her out of the corner of his eyes while he was fucking his slut. It was self-evident from her whimpers, even if he had not seen her, he could hear her, even more so when she began to cry. Thoughts of a test entered his mind, a test to see where her mind was at. He watched as she continued to cry thinking it was at least a quiet cry now. Hazel eyes looked down upon her, her place as a woman...beneath a man, he couldn't help but smirk.
Ancilla's body elated under his touch, uncontrollable in her tears, happy to be there before him. Her body was filled with need as she finally opened her eyes to look up into his. “What do you want right now, ancilla?”, he queried. “To please you, Master”, she whimpered. After she said it, she was almost shocked, why did she not say his touch, or to cum, or orgasm? Instantly though, realization, that those were selfish thoughts, but she did desire those as well. But what had been instinct to her, what her gut told her was about him.
“Why are you crying?”, he asked. Licking her lips, she quietly said “It's my body's reaction, Master. I don't understand it, but it feels full of desire, need and submission”, she paused for a moment and swallowed hard, not knowing if he would be pleased to know she desired his touch so. Thinking for that moment though, she realized, “It's not mine, it's his”, and she pushed on. “Master, I beg you to touch me, to take me, to mark me as slave!” She started crying harder, mind swarming, terrified that she spoke it out loud, still terrified of rejection.
He released his grip from her hair and her head lowered in defeat, she felt as though it had been wrong to say. It wasn't about her, but him. Yes, her body wanted him, ached for him, practically demanded it, but should she not have told him? Suddenly, she felt his breath in her ear; his dark voice delving into a slut's mind. “Do you know what please me right now, ancilla?”, he said. Gulping, she struggled to breath, trying desperately to hold herself in position. She whimpered out, “No, Master.” He nipped at her ear and chuckled.
She had knelt before him and revealed what her body needed. Now, she could do nothing but wait, it was all in his hands and it was driving her nuts inside. What did he want? What could she do? He had nipped her ear and her body responded, if possible, even more than before. Feeling heat flare in between her legs, she was sure she was making an utter mess upon the floor, causing a blush, ashamed when she thought of it, but it was uncontrolable. His hand started to move towards her cunt and she did everything she could not to hyperventilate. Fingers stroked up a widened thigh to brush against her pussy lips. Her head fell back as her mouth opened and a sobbing moan escaped out of wanton lips before a breathy, pleading “Master” came out of it. Growling in her ear, he said “Not a word, ancilla”. Exhaling, a frown etched across her pain ridden face. “Torturous bastard!”, she thought. Her breath and body were now her only means to show her exquisite, delicious desire of pain for his touch.
Chuckling, he said, “Hmmm, just a little wet, ancilla...excellent!”, as two fingers slid to just the inside of her soakened cunt, teasing her. So close to cumming, she mouthed, “Please, please, Master!” He then lifted up and plainly stated, “It's pleasing, ancilla”, and with a grin upon his face, he turned to walk away. Denied, ancilla lowered her head and started to cry again; Tthis time in utter frustration and confusion. He had said he it was pleasing, but yet he denied her more pleasure. She bite down on her lips and sighed heavily, knowing he was enjoying this. She lifted her hand to her head and through her hair thinking “oh my god, I'm going to go crazy, does he want me to go crazy?” and she started to chuckle to herself lightly and smirked, knowing damn well, that it pleased him to see it, to drive her mad with desire.
She was comfortable that he wouldn't deny her the whole time she was here, but she realized she would not know when she would be permitted to have it. It was completely up to him, what pleased him and when. She was sure that watching her beg, being humbled, being utterly crazy with desire was pleasing to him, so she tried to resign within herself to show her need, to give it completely to him. He was master and she was slave, it belonged to him, and when, if he chose to, he would use her in that manner, allow her pleasure from his touch, it would only be because -he- chose it, because it pleased -him-.
Wiping the tears, she growled lightly in frustration, and looked about the room. Ariel had, apparently, gone into another room, so it was just the two of them in the living room. Clearing her throat, ancilla asked him, “Master, may I be permitted up?” He grunted and nodded from his computer, so she lifted up on unsteady legs and exhaled deeply, her bangs lifting off her forehead. She couldn't believe how hard it was just to stand after what happened, it was like her legs were jello and demanded that she be on the floor. Somehow, she made her way to her bag, and rummaged through it to find a notepad and pen, wanting desperately to get things down from her head, into her journal. Since the chores had been done, she thought she might be able to write some, so she directed her voice to him, keeping eyes lowered, “Master, may I write some please?” “Aye”, he said, never removing his eyes from the computer.
Ancilla made her way to the couch, settling into it slowly, not knowing if it was ok, but not wanting to bother him with more questions either. Since he didn't growl, she took that for a good sign and started to write the things out in her head. She thought for sure she would go mad if he continued teasing like he was, but also knew he was, quite simply, like that. She thought for sure she must be glutton for punishment to be here, but also was sure that if something did happen that so many of her fears and wonders would be answered. He was treating her like a slave, owned or not, he would do as he wished, when he wished and she would be subjected like an owned slave, something she had never been.
Continuing to write, lost in her thoughts, she was suddenly startled by his voice, “Ancilla, a beer”. Placing her things down, she quickly went to the kitchen to retrieve it, before making her way back to the living room. Grumbling to herself at her body's shaking, cursing it for not having control; she went again to her knees, taking a deep breath while she straightened herself. She just wanted to touch him so bad, his chest, his face, his legs, his stomach, just any of him. Ancilla simply ached for it; but she didn't know his moods yet and was quite fearful of being displeasing to him. She offered up his drink, careful to say “hoped” rather than “prayed”, but he didn't dismiss her after he took it. Her eyes looked up to him briefly, thinking, “Ok, what now?”. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she thought for a moment, “Perhaps it's time to be a little brave”. She was scared to death, but she decided to do something. Bending from her waist, she brushed her soft lips against his boots; back aching to hold herself up, she continued up to his legs, and kissed one of his calves briefly. Having not felt a swift backhand, she moved to the other, and kissed it, this one more sensually with lips slightly open. She was just so thankful to be by him and her body showed it's nerves by quaking.
She wondered if she should continue up, rapid thoughts of scenarios running through her brain when she heard him speak. “You're staying here tonight; at the foot of my bed, on the floor.” “Oh, thank you, Master!” she replied with genuine joy. Laughing lightly at herself , she said, “I don't ever remember being so happy to sleep on a floor”. He looked down to her, regarding her for a moment grinning. “Belly”, he commanded. Her face frowned for a moment thinking perhaps she shouldn't have touched him, or was it the joke? Regardless, she started to shake out of fear while legs swept out from under her, so that she could rest on her belly to the floor. Placing her right cheek to the ground, hand moved to rest by her head. She felt so powerless like this, completely under him and then, a discovery. She could feel even more loss of control; feeling his boot press into her neck. She extended it out further arching it as she winced. Two strong feelings going on inside her, fear and elation. Gulping, her body twitched and wondered what would come next.