Dreams tend to reveal what your inner self really wants, and mine are no different. I have been having lots of them lately, in vivid technicolor, telling me what my soul really wants deep down. I finally told Master about a few of these desires last night during playtime.
Being left alone in a room where I don't know Master can watch to be sure I am behaving. Alone and naked, being told to stay in one spot, with lots of different vibes and toys laid out around the room, teasing me, since I was told not to move. Once I am sure He is out of the room, I begin to look around and leave the spot I was told to stand on, I pick up one toy, then put it back exactly where it was, pick up another and look at it, putting it back again. I hear a creak by the door and rush back to teh spot in the center of the room. Master does not enter, so I go back to exploring, this time, picking up a vibe and licking it, my other hand trailing downward without permission. I hear a creak by the door again and run back to my spot, putting the vibe back where it was.
Master walks in and heads right for me, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling my head back and pulling me onto my tip toes, asking me what I was told to do. I reply with my instructions, to stay in that spot and not move. He tells me to stay on my tip toes even though His hands are no longer in my hair.
He walks over to the vibe I had licked and brings it back to me, asking why it is wet, and I tell Him I do not know. With one hand, He pulls my hands behind my back, having each of my hands grasp the opposite elbow, and asks again why the vibe is wet, I give the same answer. He does not believe me and shoves the vibe in my mouth, telling me if I am going to suck it, I might as well do it right. He then turns His attention to my hand, which still smells of my transgression.
He asks why my hand smells of girl juice, and I mumble around the vibe that I don't know. He notices that I am starting to waver a little and reminds me to stay on my tip toes. He removes the vibe from my mouth and brings my hand up, telling me to lick the juices off.
Once I lick my own hand, He grabs me by the hair and leads me around the room, just for fun, reminding me to stay on my tip toes. When we get back to the center of the room, He snaps His fingers and points down, I drop to my knees in front of Him. He snaps again and points again, I drop even more, my cheek on the top of His foot, kissing, licking, and generally worshiping His feet.
Pulling me by the hair, He has me kneel up again and tells me to keep my mouth open. He begins to face fuck me, one fist full of my hair, the other staying on my jaw. I close my lips around Him, and He pulls out, slapping my face, and telling me to keep my mouth open, He pries my jaws apart and begins to face fuck me again. My mouth closes around Him again and He pulls out again, slapping my face again and forcing my mouth open, telling me if I can't follow simple instructions then I really am a worthless whore,telling me, as He enters my mouth again, that if I close my mouth again, He will break my jaw.
He grows tired of face fucking me and pulls out again, snapping His fingers and pointing down. I drop the rest of the way onto all fours and He snaps and points again, this time to the corner, I get up and walk to the corner and He calls me back, again snapping and pointing down. This happens about five times before I realize what He wants me to do. I finally get the picture and crawl to the corner, waiting for Him.
He comes to the corner and enters me from behind, using a grip on my nipples to guide me, using them like reins. He continues like this for a little while, occasionally reaching between my legs to grab and twist my clit as if trying to twist it off. When He is ready to finish, He pulls out of me and, with a grip on my clit, flips me over and forces my mouth open again. He forces Himself into my mouth, the same orders as before, do not close my mouth. He gets Himself right to the edge that way then pulls out and, with a handful of hair, He pulls me back to a hands and knees position and walks to the middle of the room, snapping and pointing to His feet when He gets there. I crawl to Him and, again using my nipples to control my movements, pulls me into a kneeling position in the middle of the room. My hands between my calf and thigh, basically sitting on them while leaning back onto my heels, He orders me to beg for it. As I do, He is stroking Himself and, in the middle of my words, He releases and covers me. As He finishes up, He tells me to stay just like that and not touch a thing. He walks out of the room, leaving me there with His spunk drying on my face as if it was a badge of honor.
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