I left your townhouse, walking to my truck, long strides, controlled. Over the past week, I had sensed a dampening of the submissive fires that had burned so hot in you over the past few months. I had expected this to happen, when we agreed to you going back to work and moving into a place of your own. I have never bought into the idea ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. In my experience ‘Out of sight, out of mind’ is more likely the case. With little contact from you over the ensuing week, it seemed to be happening. Thus, the reason for my surprise visit tonight and for the manner in which I went about it. To insure you know what you are.
>As I stood outside the door of the townhouse. I massaged my cock though my slacks. Letting the tension build. The beast inside, dormant for a week, is stirring. He is looking for his submissive. He needs her. He needs to use her. To use her hard. I feed on it, nurture it. My cock reacting. It grows hard as I picture in my mind what I am going to do to you.
>No polite light tap on the door. No anticipation building as I wait for you to open it. I walk in unannounced. Arrogant. Without regard to what you might be doing. As if I own the place. And besides, what could you possibly be doing that I had not already witnessed numerous times over the past 5 months.
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>And no touchy feely, how are things going for you type of visit. No slow walk down a romantic path leading to your bedroom for a long night of intimate lovemaking. This was going to be pure D/s. It had to be. To properly gauge you. To reestablish the dynamic. To make sure you understand I am still your Owner.
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>I stand at the door to the great room, completely naked, watching you. My slacks are neatly folded on the floor, shirt next to them. You are seated on a sofa, in your pajamas. A huge bowl of popcorn in your lap, watching a movie. Your back is to me. I am stroking my cock. I cannot ever remember it being so hard. Hard as granite. And it feels bigger than ever.
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>I stride into the room. You catch a movement out of the corner of your eye. You look up, startled. A smile briefly appears when you see it is me. But it vanishes when you see the look on my face. You have seen that look many times. And know what it means.
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>In three quick steps I am at the sofa, behind you. I grab your hair in one hand, jerking you along the sofa as I walk around it. The bowl of popcorn goes flying out of your lap as you flail your body, trying to get your legs underneath you. Once on your side of the sofa, I grab your pajama top at the collar and yank it down. Buttons pop off it. your tits falling free. Still with a handful of your hair, I pull you down on your knees. A brief flare of anger lights in your eyes. Seeing that anger, I lift your head. you look up at me. I slap your face. And again. Hard. And just like that the anger is gone. your Master has you now. you are in your special place because of it. you have melted.
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>your body straightens, your back goes erect. your posture is perfect. your hands automatically go behind your back. your eyes are now downcast. And your mouth opens. Waiting. Wanting. Craving. Submissive.
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>I take your hair in both hands, pushing my cock into your mouth. No waiting for your throat to relax. I push my cock straight down it. you gag. I pull it out. Long strands of drool, the kind only the back of your throat generates, trail out behind my cock. your mouth stays open. you want it back in your mouth so badly. The need to be used reawakened in your body. The taste of My cock as it fills your mouth. The smell of my body as your nose is pushed against my belly.
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>And your nose is indeed pushed against my belly. As I have again pushed my cock deep into your throat. Only to pull it back out. I rub the head and shaft across your cheeks. Spreading across your face the thick slime my cock pulled out of your throat. Finally, it goes back in to stay. I slowly begin to fuck your face. As if it were a pussy. I pull almost completely out, and then push it back in. The tempo builds. I am pumping your face. My hands holding your head in one place.
>I feel your hands on My ass, on My thighs. Their light touch encourage Me, sayinng 'yes, use me, Sir. i am yours. Fuck my mouth.' you know this is about Me only. And this is how you want it to be. you are an object for me to use for My pleasure. you are serving your Owner.
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>Shortly you recognize the signs. Knowing them full well from the countless times you have sucked my cock. you feel me tense. A sudden taste of precum. Low grunts begin. My cock swells in your mouth. I pump faster. And harder. I take my right hand from your head.
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>‘Look at me whore’. you lift your eyes to Mine as I pull My cock out of your mouth. I am now jacking My cock inches away from your face. you look up at me, your mouth partially open. With a loud grunt, cum erupts from My cock. Thick, warm, globs of cum splash onto your upturned face. Coating it. I cum for what seems like minutes. A week of pent up emotion spews on to your face. Your eyes show your happiness. And contentment. For you have served your Owner. you have satisfied his need. And by doing so you have satisfied your own need. The dynamic established anew.
>I push my still hard, still pulsing, cock around your face. Using it as a brush to paint your face with my cum. Smearing it. I push it against your lips. Your mouth opening wide as I push my cock back in. you suck on it fiercely. Draining My balls of every last bit of cum.
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>I push you away. ‘Stay, slut’.
>I am through. Without another word I walk to the foyer, pull on my clothes and leave. you are still kneeling on the floor, waiting. Hoping I will return.
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>After a few minutes you realize I will not. you lay back, popcorn digging into your back. you push a hand down between your legs. They are spread wide, as if to take a cock. your hand goes to its familiar place. Middle finger knuckle on clit, two fingers pushing along her lips. she is already leaking.
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>Suddenly your cell phone, resting on the coffee table, chimes. you have received a text message. you reach for it as it is the chime of my texts to you.
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>‘Cum slut. Cum now for Me’.
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>you read it.
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>And cum.
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>your body is wrenched with orgasm. The veins pop out of your neck. your abs contract. your pussy clenches again and again as the orgasm rolls over you. And over you.
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>‘Ohhhh fuuccckkk.
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> 'Thank you, Sir. i am yours’.