Stories

Your Little Slut, Master

- By Lady Chamilla

     I glance up, noticing You, a warm smile curving my dark, wine-red lips. I duck my head as You enter, the soft jingle of the rings upon my collar chiming as I kneel upon the floor at Your feet. My hands come to rest upon Your thighs, fingers sliding, leisurely beneath the cotton material of Your shorts, gradually turning in a delicately, tentative caress. I gaze up at You with kohl-lined eyes, the sun

glinting off their luminous depths, they rove over Your face, caressing. I whisper, “Master, how was Your day at work, Sir?”

    I listen as You inform me of the things You’ve done today, I grin as You advise me of the way You took someone’s money from them. I take pleasure in Your zeal as You illustrate Your actions with a gleam in Your arctic-blue eyes, a mischievous smile upon Your lips. I focus upon them, imagining them upon my supple skin, I feel dampness upon the smooth, ebony velvet between my thighs. My tongue flits out to leisurely moisten my meticulously, painted lips. Deliberately I flick it over the fullness of my bottom lip, my eyes fixed upon Your expression. I bow my head, an impish smile curving my lips, my obsidian locks tumbling forward, obscuring the creamy ivory of my face from Your vision.

     I hear the faint rustle of cloth as You crouch, reaching down to cup my chin with Your strong finger, drawing my gaze up to Yours. My luminous, sable gaze converges with Your glacial one, as You ask me how my day went. I answer quietly with a catalog of the things I have accomplished while You were away. I hear You tell me that I’ve done an excellent job. I smile, knowing that I have pleased You. I feel Your other hand, burrow through my hair, brushing it away from my face, caressing my cheek delicately. I nuzzle my cheek into the palm of Your hand, relishing the feel of Your touch. I turn my face so my lips brush the palm of Your hand in a softly sensual kiss.

     I feel Your hand voyage from my cheek, back into my thick, ebony mane, twisting the strands around Your fingers, clutching them, You drag me up to meet You, wrenching my head back, to plunder my malleably, sinuous mouth with Your stiff, unyielding kiss. Your tongue plunges into my mouth, forcefully stroking against my lips in an ersatz play of love-making. I whimper quietly as You ravish my mouth with the mastery of Your kiss. I feel Your other hand, descend over my shoulder, to my waist, hauling me completely against You, molding me to Your body. Your hand travels lower, over the pliable, fiber of my snug, charcoal pants, cupping the lush globe of my bottom, clutching it none-so-gently, drawing me even nearer to You.

     I press myself into Your embrace, loving the attention You’re granting me. I skim my hands up Your chest, halting briefly to tauntingly tease Your nipples beneath Your shirt. Unhurriedly my hands glide further up, finally coming to rest around Your neck, my fingers burrowing in the hair at the nape of Your neck. I press closer, drawing strength from You. I feel Your fingers tightly within my ebony locks, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to Your plundering lips. I feel the soft scrape of Your teeth as You take what belongs to You, and only You. I moan softly in acquiescence, enjoying the pleasure You’re giving me.
Slowly I free myself from Your heated embrace, going down before You on my knees, looking up at You, my hands slide up to cup the ridge beneath the soft cotton of Your shorts. My fingers leisurely stroke Your growing hardness, tantalizingly teasing. Finally they slip up to the button, releasing it deftly. Slowly I slide Your shorts down over Your hips. I smile as You step out of them, I gaze up at You, then back level. My eyes rove over You, I hear the soft bang of the door as You close it abruptly. I chuckle softly and whisper, “Would You like me to suck upon Your cock, Master?”

     I giggle as You respond, ”Well Duh!”

     My hands capture Your firm erection, my fingers playing over it’s silky length, I stroke and caress You with my fingers as my face dips forward, my lips softly kissing Your tip. Suddenly my tongue darts out to flutter over the soft curve of the head, my fingers encircling You at the base, holding You steady. I feel the twitch of Your cock beneath my lips as my fingers traverse the fuzzy skin of Your testicles. My tongue caresses the rigid groove separating the head from its shaft. I flick my tongue none-so-gently over the ridge, slowly sliding it up the split that graces the head.

     I hear Your gasp as I take the head of Your cock into my hot, wet little mouth, my tongue taunting You in a delicately teasing caress. I slowly slide You into my mouth, taking You within me all the way to the base, my fingers gently roll Your balls between them. I feel Your hands come down, burrowing within my dark ebony mane, Your fingers tightening reflexively as You pull my head yet closer, my tongue slides, swirls upon the base of Your cock as You try to plunge deeper within the hot, moist recesses of my worshipful mouth. I hear You say, “You’re a good little slut, you like it when I fuck Your mouth?”
You pull my head away from You only to thrust Your hips forward, Your fingers keeping me still as You ravish my mouth. I hum softly as You pick up the pace, my tongue flutters over You as You plunge into my face, as my hand travels under the soft sack of Your testicles, my fingers flitting over the little area just before Your sphincter. I slowly stroke and caress You there as You take Your pleasure within the sultry recess of my mouth, slowly I move further, my finger playing upon the tight pucker of Your ass. I hear You moan as I delicately caress You there, my finger drawing tiny circles around You, You plunge into my mouth with more ferocity.

     Suddenly, You grip my hair, yanking my mouth from Your cock, You wrench me up to stand before You, pushing me over to the arm of the loveseat, bending me roughly over it. You haul the fabric of my pants down, rending the fabric in Your haste. I chuckle softly as I hear the sharp tear, You spread my cheeks, Your hand pushing my head further down as You plunge Your slick cock into my tight little hole. Leaning forward, Your voice rough with desire, You say, “You like what you do to me, little slut? I’m going to fuck You, I’m going to make You scream my name as I fuck You hard.”

     I push my hands forward, trying to brace myself against Your rough invasion, You reach forward, capturing both my hands, drawing them up behind my back, holding them there as You roughly pillage my slick, wet cunt. I tighten around You, squeezing Your cock teasingly, knowing You love it when I do it. You draw Yourself out, plunging harder then before, making me whimper in tumultuous pleasure. You pause briefly to bring Your hand down sharply across my ass, the resounding slap ringing through the room as You rub it, plunging Your cock inside me, punctuating each slap.

     You bury Yourself inside me deeply, reaching forward to tangle Your fingers in my hair, drawing me up, You whisper, “I’m going to make you beg, slut, you want to cum, My little slut?”

     I moan, “yes, Master, please.”

     You grind Your hips into my ass, making me moan louder. “Say My name and beg, little slut.”

     “Master, please, oh god, please.” I whimper.

     “Say My name slut.”

     “Frost, oh god, please let me come, Master, please.”

     “I can’t hear you, slut, say it again.”

     “Master, oh god, Frost, please.”

     “Who do you belong to slut?”

     “You, Master, I belong to You.” I moan, as You slowly draw Yourself only to plunge harder and more deeply then before.

     “Cum for me slut.”

     You pound Yourself into me, ordering me to succumb to Your onslaught. I whimper and moan, pressing myself against Your invasion. I cry out in ecstasy as I finally travel over the plateau I was hovering upon, my muscles clenching around You, squeezing You convulsively, Your cock responds in kind with a shuttering jolt, You slip Yourself out of my hot, wet little cunt, slowly pressing Yourself into my tight little ass. I moan at the unexpected invasion, my tight little hole squeezing You as You slowly conquer its depths. You groan in pleasure as You gently slide Yourself fully within me.

     You pause, giving me time to adjust to the invasion of Your cock, then slowly You move, the moistness of my juices lubricating my ass, slowly You pick up Your pace, eventually pounding Yourself into my ass. You release my hands, to pull my hair, slamming me back against You. Your breathing gets rougher as You pummel my ass, “You want me to cum in your ass, slut?”

     “Yes Master, please, cum for me.”

     You shudder as with a final thrust, Your cock jumps, convulsively erupting within my tight ass, my sphincter squeezes You, milking You. You pull my hair, drawing my head up, as You gently kiss and bite my neck, I whimper softly, satiated. Quietly I whisper, “I love You, Master, thank You.”

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