My Master's Slave

Misty white swirling in an icy wind, flowing along in an endless dance, timeless against the midnight sky. I watch as my breath materializes, white puffs hovering in fronts of me for mere seconds before breaking apart and vanishing just as quickly as they formed. I could feel the warmth of the room at my back, beckoning me inside, like a lover still waiting in bed, while the cold calls to my overheated skin, just on the other side of colored glass. I hug my arms closer to me, trying to stop the pain from breaking me apart, and try as I might, I could not tear my gaze away from the street below. The dark river of asphalt, lined with white snow mounds, illuminated patches shining brightly from black street lamps, and the two people caught in each other, stealing a moment of time just for them.

I wished I could cry, but all I found myself doing was watch them, numb from everything. I wished I could scream, sob, get angry, just feel something, but all I felt was acceptance. I felt as if I saw this coming towards me for a long time, and in actuality, I guess I did. I unwound one arm, pressing my hand against the glass, and watched as it slowly became outlined in white fog. The two below broke apart briefly, staring into the depths of the other’s eyes. I envied the emotion I could imagine there; the devotion, the love, the faith, and the hope. The hope for a future, the hope for a permanent place in the other’s life. I pull back into the room, the drapes falling back in place before one of them glances up and spots me.

I take my place on the bed, pulling my knees to my chin, and watch the door. Soon, all too soon, I hear the footsteps in the hall. Closer and closer they come to my door. Then the sound of a key turning a lock, and tumblers falling into place. The knob turns, and the door swings open to reveal my owner. I watched as the transformations took place. The post-glow of a lover slowly morphed into a dark desire. The soft smile twisted until it was a sardonic smirk, the love-shining eyes taking on a satanic gleam, and the open, caring stance became as a creature viewing its prey.

A hand came out and took hold of the ring on my collar, dragging me off the bed to land hard, scraping my knees on the short carpet. I wince as the coal black eyes stared down at me, the satisfaction not hidden at all. My robe was ripped off, and my body perused with approval from the nipple rings to the Prince Albert and the cock ring. He knew where the other piercing was, right behind my sac, as he watched as the surgeon put it in. My master likes to torture me, giving me sharp lances of hellish pleasure.

“Open your mouth; show me what you chose for the hidden hole.” My master’s voice, velvet spikes, washed over me, making my skin crawl, and I obeyed, showing him the platinum ball in my tongue. I looked at his face, holding my breath. There, the slight upturn of the right corner of his lips, the approval I desperately craved. My master’s free hand reached, and stroked my hair away from my face, nails dragging across my cheek, scraping deliciously.

“Let’s see that you haven’t lost your aptitude for head. Relieve me of my edge, and I will give you a better reward than you probably deserve.” I reached up, and undid his belt, sliding the buttons out of their holes quickly, pushing the coarse denim away from the bulge under his boxer-briefs. I slip his cock through the slit, making sure to keep the tight fabric away from it, and began to lick. I made sure to slick it well, knowing that my hands needed to glide over it, and then slid the ball over the tip, teasing the hole. I dragged it slowly down the underside to the base, feeling it harden, hearing his breathing go slightly ragged. I slowly, came back to the tip, swirling the ball in patterns along the veins, and felt his hand on my head, fingers stroking my hair. I licked the pre-cum from the tip with a flick of my tongue, then nibble the head, careful not to suck it in.

“Very good. I can see you remember just how to do it. You were a lonely little pet, staring out the window, just waiting for your Master to return. But naughty pet saw something it shouldn’t have, now didn’t you?” I close my eyes; Master had seen me disobeying my orders to not be seen away from where he left me. As he had left me on the bed, it was there I was supposed to remain, eating the food from the little fridge, and using the little pot under the bed. I licked some more, then dropped my jaw and took him in. His fingers tightened their grip slightly, and I paused, flicking my tongue on the underside, and sucking slightly. Master gave a brief thrust, and I held my breath, swallowing what he shot into the back of my throat. I kept sucking until it was all out, and then let him slide from my lips, laving the tip one last time with the platinum ball. I opened my eyes to look up and await my next orders.

Master smiled down, and his hand slid from my hair gently, grabbing a hold of the collar. He tugged me to my feet, and tilted my face up. The kiss was slow and deep, making me shiver, making me limp. His hands slid down my body, nails leaving red trails, tugging on rings, stroking skin. I started to tremble. I wanted hard, ripping pleasure, not this soft stroking. I squirmed, and Master pulled back.

“Permission to speak, pet. Tell Master what you want.” I lick my lips, tasting him.

“Master, I want punishment. I want your punishment.” The grin, then I was tossed to bounce on the bed, my head snapping back. I tasted blood as my teeth bit through my tongue. I sat up, and Master pushed me back down, hands swiftly tying my arms to my bent legs, spreading me wide. I jerk, and he slipped a finger through the ring through my cock. I went still, shivering, watching the sardonic glee in Master’s face as he watched my reaction. I could feel my face flushing, could feel the pressure building, wanting to come out, but the ring around the base of my cock stopping the actual release. A finger thrust inside my ass, and my hips jerked up, my head falling back.

“More, please Master, more!” I felt his chuckle caress me all over, and two more joined that first one. He probed, stretching me, finding my sensitive spots. His fingers caught hold of the hidden loop, and began to retreat, dragging the ass beads with them. Helplessly, I thrust my hips as each bead slipped out. When I was empty, I rolled my head to look at him through bleary eyes. He licked the beads, grinning at me. I could feel my body trembling, wanting release, wanting to be stretched more, wanting him.

“Little slut, had these in all day did you? Good pet. Now, you deserve a treat for obeying your Master.” I felt the tip of his hot cock nudge my ass, probing the hole slightly. He leaned over me, still clothed except for his shirt unbuttoned and his pants open. Hands on either side of me, he braced himself, scraping teeth along my ear, biting down so I could feel the delicious pain. I could feel my breath getting shorter, harsher as each probe teased me more. Suddenly, he pushed all the way inside. I felt the searing pain, the sudden hot intrusion, and threw my head back, crying out in ecstasy. He pummeled me, biting my nipples, yanking on my cock, then he suddenly unclasped the cock ring and I cried even louder as I came. He kept thrusting, and I felt another orgasm approaching. Master’s lips were on my throat, and as I came again, he bit deep, drawing blood, and sucking it inside him. I clutched at air, my hands still bound. His hands came to mine, untying them.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands digging into his shoulders as we filled each other with our hot essences. I heard him growl and I slipped into sweet darkness, my limbs becoming too numb to hold onto anything.

- - -

I woke slowly, lying on my side under the covers. My neck was bandaged, and I felt clean. My piercing were out, my nipples bare, my Prince Albert lying with them wherever they were. After several rounds of satisfaction, Master had bathed my unconscious form, stripped me, then dried me and put me to bed. I opened my eyes, to search him out, and immediately saw his back. Master was standing at the window, a cigarette in his fingers, smoke joining his white breath flowing out the open window.

“I feel my pet watching me. It really should remember its place, but it wants to ask me a question, doesn’t it? Go on; ask your master the question lurking in your heart.” I swallow, and push myself up.

“Master, that woman who was with you before….”

“She is to be my bride.” I felt the sharp pain now. I held back the tears as Master began to rebutton his shirt, fastening his belt in place. Master was leaving again.

“Master, my question-” He stopped, still not looking at me. Then he finished pulling his shirt on.

“What is it, if not to inquire about the woman?” I swallowed my mouth dry.

“What will happen to me when you marry her?” It was out now; I couldn’t take the words back. Master still faced away, and the sun began to turn the sky pink, hinting at the changing of hours. I felt the changed taking place, my breasts becoming larger slightly, and my cock vanishing to be the clitoris hiding in the folds of my labia. My indigo bat wings unfurled, then draped down my back. My slim matching tail grew out from above my ass, curling around my slimming legs. I felt everything softening, changing to my true form, the one my Master dislikes.

Master turned to face me now, his face cold as ice, showing nothing.

“You are my pet, to be used as I see fit. She is to be the sheltered, shrinking violet to bear my children and continue my line, until such time she is of no use to me, in which case I shall drain her and give her corpse to my dog a few rooms over.” He came to the bed then, and to my great shock, grabbed me, dragging me up to kiss me firmly and thoroughly. I melted, feeling myself get wet, and his hand slipped down, fingers stroking me, bringing me to a swift climax, which I whimpered into his mouth. My master has never penetrated this form of mine, preferring my night form. That being said, I could only stare up at him in wonder and puzzlement when he pulled back and licked my juice from his fingers.

“You are mine to do with as I please. I spent precious time training you for when you take your place in my bed, and as such you are irreplaceable. I require her for breeding; I want you for everything I need. You are mine, Hisoka. My lover, my toy, my pet, my everything. Nothing can replace you.” His lips formed a smile I’d not seen before. It was possessive, and needy, and it was only for me.

“My secret, my precious secret. Hidden away from everything else in the world, as they would only want to steal you away from me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Master, I only want to be yours. Your pet, your toy. I need no other thing, not food, not light, not even air. I would live off of master, and die giving you what you need.” I felt his arms come around and hug me to him. A brief pocket of happiness and peace, before he gently pushed me back on the bed, and stroked one finger on the entrance to my female hole. The smile changed to one of anticipation.

“When the day comes that I have you exclusively in my bed, and mine alone, I will finally complete my dominance of you. Until that time, I shall continue my night visits, and expect you to keep following my orders, is that clear, pet?”

“Yes, my Master. Your pet will do everything you order of it.”

I watch as he leaves, robotically, putting his coat on, walking out the door and locking it behind him. I listened as his footsteps grew fainter and fainter. When I heard them on the road outside, then replaced by a motor, it was only when the motor faded in the distance that I allowed myself to smile. After a few moments, that smile turned into a laugh. Poor ‘Master’. Poor, poor deluded vampyre, thinking he had control over an Erotikus. I had him satisfying me, and soon I will have him as my consort. I lay back against the bed, smiling at the mirrored ceiling. I pitied the poor human girl, knowing that the years would age her, and she would be lost to his appetite for a meal as soon as her breeding years passed. Where as I, his obsession, would have him dancing to my desires, even as I fulfill his.

My master, my wonderful slave.


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