‘Don’t you move a fucking muscle.’
His growl is so deep and low when He says this, I almost don’t hear it.
‘And don’t you dare drop that teacup. If you so even spill a drop, I’ll rip you apart.’
My eyes lower towards the cup. A little shaky. I don’t stare at it for too long. I don’t want to jinx it. But now I don’t know where to look, so I stare straight ahead. The Doll.
Back straight. Hands in front. Legs spread.
Heels, thigh-high stockings, garter, crotchless panties and a half-cup bra, clover clamps.
Lips painted red.
His Fuck Doll. Mouth open at all times.
His Mindless Cum Rag. All holes ready for Him at all times.
I stand without making a sound.
He’s crouched in front of me, concentration etched across His face. I watch, mesmerised, as He tends to my body like the conductor of an orchestra. So meticulous. The Wand, His tool. Or His weapon.
My body jerks. He looks up. Piercing eyes. I concentrate. Focus on trying to meet His demands. Trying to prove I can control my body with my mind just as He wants me to. But the pressure’s building. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. The orgasm. The.Orgasm. It’s not my orgasm. It’s His. This is what He’s telling me.
“Your body belongs to Me.”
‘Please Master, may I cum?’
‘No.’
A whimper escapes… I can’t stop it.
He smacks my inner thigh.
I look at the teacup. It’s like my hands no longer understand how to hold it. It seems strange, this thing, sitting there. And yet, it’s everything. I cannot spill that tea.
My body is betraying me.
‘Pleeease Master… may I cum.’
It’s no longer a question. A soft plea.
‘Don’t you dare cum,’ He growls.
I stare at the wall ahead. Drool collecting under my tongue. It won’t be long before it drips onto my chest… much like the wetness dripping down my thighs. He knows I both love and hate this.
I try not to make any sounds but it’s impossible. My vocal cords are no longer attached to the rest of my body. Are those sounds even coming from me? Nothing seems connected. All acting of its own accord. Hips bucking ever so slightly. Knees trembling. It can’t stop.
‘Master, please…’
Now the begging…. ‘Pleeease May I Cum?’ ‘Please, Master!’
My mind is blank. Am I even still breathing? Everything’s hanging on that moment, waiting to hear that one little word…
‘No…’
He inserts a finger and I gasp…