I would like to start the story off by saying that just because it’s written in first person doesn’t mean the person is me. I merely like writing in first person and from time to time a story appeared in my head. Some times it’s a full story and other times it’s just a scene. This following story is merely a scene.
Arriving home I’m greeted by my slave on his knees “welcome home goddess”
Despite having him for 5 years, I never get bored of the sight of him on his knees waiting for me. Never get bored of knowing he’s mine and only mine. A word we both love hearing coming from my lips.
I reach towards him and pull him to me for a kiss. My passion for this slave knows no bounds and he so easily fulfills my needs with his moans and sighs and the way he so easily melts against me.
I break the kiss and drag him to the bedroom with me.
“Take your clothes off” I demand of him.
He does so while I feast my eyes on him. Through time and effort I’ve molded him into what I like. I built a full home gym for him to work on being built but not overly built. He also swims on the Olympic sized pool I built for him to keep in shape and not get overtly bulky. Not a single hair remains on his body after numerous laser hair removal sessions despite having come to me as hairy as a bear. Every day I feel he looks younger from all the products and food I give him to keep him young and fit. I’m quite pleased with my slave and the way I built him. I slowly sit down on the chair in front of the bed as I watch him undress.
having finished undressing he looks at me for my next orders.
“Get the lube and dildo” he’s quick to reach for them already knowing what I will ask of him.
“Fuck yourself in the ass with the dildo” he starts work the lube into the dildo and slowly shoving it in his ass.
The sounds he makes as he fucks himself are so sweet. I’ll never get tired of hearing him moan and sigh in pleasure.
“Can I please touch myself, goddess?” He asks as he turns around a bit to look at me.
”Yes, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so” as soon as I finish talking he grabs his dick and starts stroking. His moans get louder as he works on his ass and dick. I can tell he’s getting closer to release. He looks desperate for it... but not yet. I want to hear him more. Need to hear him more. Hear him moan just for me.
I get on the bed next to him and grab him by his hair so he looks at me “you are mine and only mine” I growl at him.
“Yes, only yours goddess” he affirms.
“Only I can see you like this. Fucking yourself in the ass. Only I can hear you moan.”
”Yes” he whimpers.
“Now cum for me. Let me hear you scream” I whisper in his ear as I spank his ass once, twice.
He cums on a scream and lays on the bed panting.
“Go clean up” I tell him as I stand up and proceed to sit on the chair again.
He cleans up in record speed and comes back to me, kneeling at my feet.
“Pleasure me” I tell him as I open my legs and pull my dress up and slide my panties off. Throughout the years we have been together he’s gotten much better at figuring out what I like or don’t like. What turns me crazy and what doesn’t. And every day he tries my control in keeping quiet while he pleasures me. And every day he fails. I have better control than that, I think as I smile. It isn’t easy to keep quiet as he licks me and soon enough I feel myself cumming.
I dig my nails into the chair to stop myself from making a sound and let myself be swept off by the pleasure my slave gives me. He keeps licking me as I shudder. I pull him to me and kiss him hard, biting his lips as I do so and I’m rewarded by a few whimpers.
“Go cook dinner as I nap” I tell him as I make my way to the bed, fully undressing along the way. Before reaching the bed I look back to watch him stare at me, mesmerized. Like me, he too, can’t get over simply staring at me, I think to myself smirking. And that’s the final thought I have as I sink into sleep.
