MasterMine

I look up to you for permission to stand, and you nod and offer me a hand up. My face feels sticky, and I have that slightly salty, heavy taste on my tongue. I love the feeling.



I go to the bathroom, leaving the door open, and catch the dripping semen on my fingers, making sure you\'re watching, and lick them clean. Your mouth quirks upwards, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Yes, you marked me like this, and yes, I love it. I love licking up your come from my fingers, not wasting a drop.



I glance up at you and smile, wriggling my hips, feeling your toy jump around inside of me. Today was such torture, but I am soaking wet, thighs sliding together, barely sticking, my ass slightly sore from having something in it all day.



"...Sir?"



"Yes, my pet?"



I blush brightly, casting my eyes downward. "May I please... Umh... take out th-the toy?"



You laugh, coming over to pat my bottom playfully. I jump slightly, afraid and nearly hoping that you will turn the vibe back on. You tug on the lopped string hanging between my thighs, giving me a start.



"You want it out, girl?"



I sigh heavily, my legs shaking.



"I-I don\'t know, Master."



You give a little \'hmm\' and press against my back, cock already half hard again. I shiver, then you step away, hand going back to my ass, fingers looping around the cord, giving a sharp tug. I cry out, the toy coming out slightly before you push it back in. I grab the edge of the sink as you do it again, pain rushing through my body, but it\'s slight enough that I don\'t want to tell you to stop. It\'s a good pain, even if I will be limping for days.



You grab the end of the vibrator and pull it, till just the tip is still inside, before pushing it back in. My muscles tense, and clench around the large object invading my body. You fuck me with the thing, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. I bite myself, trying to quiet my cries, as my body comes close, so close...



Just a bit more... and...



You pull the toy out, drawing a gasp from my lips, my legs nearly giving out as I grab the sink tighter.



"Sir!?"



I glance back at you, eyes narrowing and you wag your finger at me.



"I didn\'t say you were allowed to come yet, did I?"



I whimper, the corners of my mouth drawing down.



"No Sir, you didn\'t."



"Now clean up, and join me in the parlor, we can watch a movie together."



My mouth hangs open in shock, and I give you a glare. You smirk and grab my hair, pulling my head back.



"What did I say about giving me that look, pet?"



I whimper, closing my eyes.



"I\'m sorry, Master. Please don\'t be angry with me."



"I should punish you for that, shouldn\'t I?" You let go of my hair, smoothing it off my forehead. "But, now is time for the movie, isn\'t it?"



I nearly glare at you again, but I stop myself. I hate it when you do this, make me know that you are going to punish me, torture me, but making me wait, letting my mind wander. Some of the thoughts that run through my head make me shiver in delight, but most, like a potential spanking, make my body break out in goose flesh. You turn away, reminding me to clean up before meeting with you in the living room.



I wash my face and chest off, nipples becoming hard as I pass the washcloth close to them. I toy with the idea that I could just disobey you, and please myself, but as soon as I put serious thought into it, every part of me gives me reasons not to.



I don\'t want to disappoint my Master.



I sigh and trudge into the living room, where you are lounging on the couch. I settle myself against you, tucking my smaller frame against your side quite neatly, and tilt my head as I feel your fingers card though my hair.



I barely pay attention to the television, letting myself relax and the arousal slowly leaves my body, only a few last tendrils of desire remaining, but around you, they are ever present.



As the images on the screen play themselves out, we slowly manage to arrange ourselves so I am half on top of you, my bare leg wrapped around yours, head on your shoulder. You place a hand on my thigh, and I glance up, making out a devilish grin in the fading light.



I almost gasp out a curse as you stroke my inner thigh, lips pressing against my forehead. I know that look all too well, and it means that I am in for a long night. You let your fingers dance up my thigh, so they are hovering just above where I want them most, my panties soaking through again.



While one hand teases my legs, you run the other down my back, then up, this time under my shirt. I give a little gasp and arch. That spot, right where you are trailing your rough fingertips, is one of the most sensitive parts of my body, and you know, and will exploit that to make me near wild with desire.



I whimper and clench my teeth, fisting your shirt and pulling you closer. I begin to move my hips, arching my back as your hand passes up or down, and wriggling my hips so your fingers bump against me slightly.



Finally, after about 5 minutes of being teased, you press your hand against my clothed pussy, pushing my panties aside to dip a few fingers into me, while you lower your head to my neck and begin to bite, not enough to cause pain, but enough to let me know that you could. I let out a few gasps, and words slip through my lips. "Oh god, oh god, Master, please, I need you inside of me..."



You chuckle, giving me a kiss, and pull your fingers out, licking up the juice from one before offering it to me. I mimic you, and smile, thinking that you will allow me to come, now, after hours of near orgasm.



You turn back to the television, holding me close to your side.



"Shhh, now, pet. Pay attention to the movie."



I stare at you, in complete shock, mouth hanging open. I want to pout, but I know that doing so would mean more teasing, and I ache enough already.



After the movie, you instruct me to put on my apron so I can make us a light dinner. You also tell me to bring down my tail, and I begrudgingly obey.



I stand in front of you in the kitchen, hands worrying the edge of my apron.



You smile, and tap my nose. "Turn around, and lean over the table. Good girl."



I hear you shuffle behind me, then a cold, slick hand presses against my ass. I jump slightly, then press back as you put one finger inside, then another. Preparing me isn\'t hard, as I\'m already relaxed from earlier, and all too soon, I feel the blunt end of the plug pushing into me. I try not to shy away, I\'m familiar with this, but I still don\'t like the thought of something else in me for so long. My pussy trembles, so wet, and you secure the plug inside, tugging on the tail when I have accepted the entire thing.



I yelp, the sensation amazing, and you laugh.



"You like that, don\'t you?"

I nod shakily, and stand, pressing my knees together in an attempt to stop the shaking in my legs. "Now, prepare dinner."



You sit at the table, watching my every movement, and a bustle around the kitchen, naked except for a flimsy piece of cloth covering my front.



Every step I take, I feel the plug, and I know your enjoying the look on my face. .Every time I pass you too close, you reach out and tug, and I nearly fall twice.



Once dinner is done, and I serve you, I look up, questioning with my eyes.



"Sit down and eat, Alivia. You don\'t want the food to get cold, do you?"



I bite my bottom lip, and sit, trying to make it so the plug doesn\'t press inside any more than it already does.



After an agonizing 45 minutes, I clean and again, you watch, eyes gleaming, and I know you\'re plotting something for later tonight.