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Angel gets a visit (d&s)
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Angel Gets A Visit
You've been waiting for your MASTER for some time. You were brought to his
chambers by several servants more than an hour ago.
Naked, you are secured to the posts of his large bed, and left with little
to do but stare at the image of your bound, spread, body in the mirrors
which form the canopy of that resting place which you have so long desired
to visit.
Your MASTER has "taken" you in other places before, but never in this very
special place.
Your mirror image looks back at you. You can see your own excitement
created by your fear and anticipation of what awaits when the MASTER
arrives. You have been thoroughly prepared by his servants. Every inch
of your body scrubbed, trimmed, shaved -- whatever was called for by your
MASTER. Clean inside and out, you are prepared for his whims. You are
his and his alone. You have given him your will. But, now, he has kept
you waiting. Frustration builds along with excitement. Your body betrays
this -- nipples hard and straining upward toward the mirrors; the flower
of your sex opening, revealing the dew covered inner petals. Your MASTER
knows that by making you wait, by teasing you in this way, he is amplifying your
eventual pleasure.
You hear the door open, but cannot move your head, for it has been rendered
immovable by the thin chains which bind your collar to the headboard.
Footsteps approach. Is it HIM? What will HE do?
Suddenly, a blindfold appears before your eyes. Your sight is taken away.
Who is in the room? You hope it is your MASTER, but cannot be sure.
Your body begins to tremble. Then, you jerk with surprise as you feel a
pair of hands begin to gently caress you, carefully avoiding your most
erogenous zones. The hands, gentle yet firm of touch, stroke your arms,
legs, torso, even your hands and feet. You strain at the bonds, attempting
to gain more contact with your invisible lover. You hear a low chuckle
near your head.
IT'S HIM! You recognize that sound immediately. Your entire body reacts just
to the sound of his voice. The thought that he has had you brought to his room
for his pleasure nearly causes you to climax. And the touches continue, moving
closer and closer to sexual touches. HE begins to slowly and softly stroke the
sides of your beautiful breasts, careful to not make contact with the swollen
centers, he works his loving fingers around and around the mounds perched atop
your now heaving chest. Then, the contact is withdrawn. You groan in
frustration and need, and again HE surprises you.
His mouth suddenly captures one of your nipples, causing you to gasp with
pleasure. Switching from one to the other, the MASTER applies his tongue
and lips to the swollen buds nearly driving you crazy with lust. The
feeling is incredible, yet you know that it will not suffice to bring you
to your peak. You long for him to take you, yet you know better than to speak
without permission.
His mouth moves away and you groan again in your loss. You hear the sound
of clothing rustling. The bed moves as your MASTER moves upon it. You
feel his powerful legs straddle your chest and open your mouth in
anticipation for what will certainly happen next. HE does not disappoint
you, nor you him, as he guides his large, hard cock between your longing
lips, urging you to please him with your mouth -- never saying a word.
Jumping at the chance to please HIM, you work hard with your tongue and
lips wetting and carressing the soft, spongy glans which forms the head of
your MASTER's hardened spear. But he wants more, and he presses forward
between lips, spread wide by his girth, until you feel the familiar
sensation of his cockhead pushing beyond the back of your mouth. Well
trained, you do not gag, but work the muscles of your throat in a way which
you know brings the MASTER pleasure. The angle is not right for him to get
all the way into your throat, but he thrusts in and out several times
anyway -- his shaft becoming coated with a thick layer of your saliva.
You wallow in the helpless desire which consumes you. You cannot move or
do anything except continue to work on that which your MASTER has presented
you.
Then, his member is removed from your mouth and you feel him leave the
bed. He moves to the foot of the bed and releases your feet from their
bondage. This is but a momentary release, however, as he pushes your legs
up and back, re-attaching your ankle restraints to the posts at the
headboard. Your body is now nearly bent double, your legs wide spread,
your most secret places wide open for HIS inspection -- or whatever else he
may have in mind for you this night.
His hands return to carress your legs, your thighs, your ass. His thumbs
take hold of the outer petals of your sex and spread them -- revealing the
inner pulsing pinkness of your desire. Your sap is running freely,
creating a shining trail of wetness downward over your brown, crinkled anus
and slowly dripping onto the bed. You hear the low pitched laughter once
again. HE is pleased that you desire HIM. You have learned your lessons
well. No punishments this night he has told you.
You nearly scream as you feel his mouth make contact with your spread sex,
his lips and tongue devouring your copious flow. He sucks the outer lips
into his mouth one at a time, massaging them in a way which makes you
shudder with delight. His tongue traces the mouth of your sex lightly,
finally coming to rest at the top of your sex, on the flesh which covers
the shaft of your now fully aroused clitoris. He is teasing you, not
letting you reach your orgasm this way. You are nearly crying in
frustration as he licks and licks, yet never brings you over. You know he
must be smiling as he works your cunt like a maestro on a vintage musical
instrument.
You feel his enourmous cock again, this time pushing at the entrance to
your needy cunt. He feeds it slowly, inch by inch, until you feel his
swollen testicles brush against your ass, his pubic bone pressing into your
clit. He holds there, grinding in little circles which causes a gasp of
pleasure to escape your throat. No one has penetrated you so deeply before.
Now, HE begins to fuck you. Slowly withdrawing until only the tip is still
inside, then just as slowly pushing all the way back in. Your inner
muscles grip and squeeze, both from the pleasre of the act and because you
want to bring HIM the most pleasure you can. Your body is trembling with
sexual excitement. It seems warm in the room and a thin patina of sweat
begins to form across your skin.
The pace increases, as well as the force, causing you to grunt at the end
of each hard stroke. You hear your MASTER's breathing increase, and his
hands grasp your hips as he pulls you to him on each down stroke. He is
slamming into you now and your orgasm has begun. Fireworks explode in your
brain. The removal of your sense of sight has made the rest of your
nervous system that much more sensitive. You feel each portion of your
MASTER's hard cock as it drives into the depths of your body. You are
climaxing continuously as his assault becomes more furious. Neither of you
has spoken since this began, the only sounds coming from the act itself --
harsh breathing gasps, moans, and groans. Still slamming his entire length
in and out of your grasping, clasping sheath, your MASTER adds one more
layer of excitement to your already overloaded brain. He begins to strum
your clit with his fingers -- very lightly, but still enough to take you to
another, higher plane. His other hand busies itself with your breasts,
stroking, kneeding the flesh, pinching your nipples lightly, adding to your
pleasure. Spiralling higher and higher, you eventually reach a place where
you can stand no more (you think) and your consciousness winks out.
When you re-emerge back into the world, you discover that your MASTER has
withdrawn from you, but has left you in the same, folded, position, still
blindfolded, still feeling aftershocks of many minutes of continuous
orgasms. Your crotch is a swamp -- thoroughly coated with your copious
expulsions which you are sure will make a huge wet spot on the MASTER's bed.
HE is back, and you feel his fingers working at your anus. HE is
lubricating it, preparing this passage to receive himself in the same way
that your pussy received him moments ago. You dimly recall that HE has not
achieved his release yet. HE has not taken you this way previously, though
he has commanded you to prepare yourself there, using the "toys" he has
provided for this purpose. And you have been faithful, though a bit
apprehensive, and have played with yourself anally on many occasions. But,
none of the toys which you have used approaches the length and thickness of
the MASTER's weapon.
His fingers stroke, probe, lubricate your sensitive sphincter, spreading
warmth and pleasure over your body once again. One finger, then two, and
finally three of the MASTER's digits explore the musky depths of this most
secret passage, and are withdrawn.
Again, you feel HIS weight press upon the bed as he maneuvers himself
between the spread cheeks of your ass. You fight the urge to tense
yourself as you feel the thick head press against the outer ring of muscle
which forms the anal opening. The preparation has been thorough, however,
and he does not force the issue either, chosing instead to apply continous
yet gentle pressure. Suddenly, your outer defences give way and the head
of his massive monster slides past. You feel a moment of pain, but no
more. He stops, the head just inside, and gives you a moment to adjust
before he begins to slide his entire length into the very heart of your
body. Again, you feel his crinkly pubic hair press into you as he slides
all the way home. Again, he begins the slow pattern of thrust and
withdrawl. His hands caress your body, lingering at your breasts, one of
his thumbs strokes your clit in time to the stroking of his cock in your
ass.
He reaches up and removes your blindfold at last and leans over to cover
your mouth with his. You long to have your arms free so that you can hold
him to you, but this is not HIS will. The kiss ends and the real fucking
now begins. You see his look of concentration now as he picks up the
pace. You look up and are incredibly aroused by the vision reflected in
the mirrored covering of the bed. His long, hard, cock shining with a
thick coating of lubricant moving back and forth through the portal of your
ass is clearly reflected. Your heaving, shuddering body is receiving
maximum stimulation from his cock, hands, and mouth as his movements become
almost frenzied in his search for release. You see your wide spread sex, red as
raw beef winking open and closed with the rythmn of your orgasmic spasms, a
steady drool of your sweet sap adding to the slippery lube which makes this
assfuck possible.
He is pounding the entire length of his member on each stroke and you have
lost count of the number of times you have achieved your peak since he
began stroking your ass. At last, a mighty thrust, and he holds his cock
deep inside you. You feel it throb, then begin to jerk as his thick,
salty, cum boils up from his balls and begins to spray your bowels. You
feel its heat and force -- his power pulsing into you and you climax one
more time.
Finally, he withdraws. You see in the mirror that your rear opening does
not close right away, and a white stream of his produce begins to flow out
and down, a small pool forming on the bed beneath your ass.
You are released from your bonds. Servants appear from nowhere and sponge
you clean of sweat and cum. Then, the MASTER returns and takes you into
his arms. You are both asleep almost immediately. You dream contented
dreams as you are completely satisfied to be HIS SLAVE.
--end--
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