Does anyone ever know their Master's mind? Perhaps there are some of us who are in tuned to the Masters every need and desire, but are afraid of exceeding the unknown limits.
Today a simple thing turned water into coffee. He knew I am bringing cold water for Him as always, and didn’t say a thing till I came back holding tray loaded with icy water glasses in my hands. Then, just as I was about to put it in front of Him, He said: "Angel, I want a coffee". Maybe He did it to throw me off or to see if I really prepared coffee the right way or maybe to show me, that no matter how close we are, I can never know what He really wants.
Last night was something else. Altogether He hit me after so many months during which our relations were normal, or as they called here – almost "vanilla". The kneeling vanilla. Vanilla relationship managed while I was on my knees and Master standing upon me. And suddenly that - He hit me. Even though I asked for it, requested it (a fisting, God, it drives me insane when He does it. His hand penetrating my soul through my body in His careful way, looking to me before pushing deeper, reading my mind through my eyes, seeing if I can handle or no), I was not ready. Of course, as surprised as I was, I dared not resist Him because He was fully in a zone seeing one end...
I was warned not to cum. Each time I begged, He responded with a negative. After I was allowed to run free for months and do as I pleased, my body found it more and more difficult to extinguish the flaring orgasm. I couldn't hold on any longer, my mind was screaming, every nerve was stretched and breaking, my body needed immediate release. Finally, yelling and wriggling, I've cum before Master.
I was so ashamed for myself; I could hardly look back at Him. Master gave me His disappointed gaze, knelt above me and started to masturbate. Lying as still as I could I concentrated my thoughts on one wish: "please, Master, do not cum on me .... please ...", Automatically I moved my hand to the head of His dick, covering Him so I could catch His sperm in my hands, but He slapped them out of His way and caressed my breast with His free hand. My body tensed and stretched under His hand. I felt His intent and just seconds before He flicked His large fingers over my breast, I turned. But it was too late. He pinched the nipple hard, tearing an intense outcry from my throat. The scream was so loud; it deafened my own hearing and felt as if it came from everywhere. But for Master it didn't change a thing as if He couldn't hear the scream, nor sense my pain.
"I asked you to be quiet," He said politely, "please, do as asked, because I am not in the mood asking again."
He palmed my breast and squeezed more, commanding me to "fuck and taste" myself. My first error was touching Him, and now, my second error was sucking my fingers. He lifted my hand by the elbow and pressed it deep into my throat, holding it there. But it wasn't enough, so He leaned to me and demanded to repeat. Not able of disobeying, I pressed my fingers deeper into my slit and fucked myself harder; sliding the fingers to play in the deepness of my body. Then returned them back to my mouth and sucked. But for Him it was still not good enough. He pressed my hand into my throat again, this time I couldn't stop myself from vomiting on my hand and burst in cry. He slapped my face and then my breast. It looked as if my screams heated Him even more because with each scream He pressed my hand deeper and deeper into my throat. Gagging and vomiting, I tried my best to hold my head still but vomit taste which was horrible, made my throat sore, and covered my skin in twisted shivering . He slapped my breast repeatedly. His excitement increased, His blue eyes darkened. Surrounded by darkness, I saw nothing but that look in His eyes as He leaned in close, making sure I can see it. Suddenly He pulled my hand away and whispered near my ear in a firm and clear voice:
"Do it again. I am not playing with you, little girl, this time do it right or I will motherfucking kill you..."
My fear almost shot through the roof. God, He's not kidding me. I pressed my fingers deep into my flower, fucking it as hard as I can. Though I've never been before in such scary situation, not being able to touch Him, made it all even worse. He was looking into me, His eyes penetrated my thoughts, He saw me through and through, and His senses were sharpened. He has been trained this way, to take note of His surroundings in a glance...every article, every new and slight movement...
Master pinched my nipples and pulled on them, it hurt so much, especially when He started rolling them in His fingers. I took my hand into my mouth once again pressing it deeper than before and curled my fingers into my palm, sucking and gagging on it. I used my other hand to masturbate on and switched the hands constantly so there always will be one hand in my mouth and one in my slit. See me tasting myself made Him wilder. I could feel the animal in His every nerve. Yelling "Fuck!" and jerking so hard (I can swear if His hands were any tighter around His dick He'd pull it off) He slapped my hand away. When He pulled my hair in His fist and pressed Himself deep in my throat I couldn't move no more. Sinking and disconnecting, I offered Him my wet hand. He took a moment, gazing at me from His high, sucked my hand into His mouth and bit my fingers, and as I screamed, pressed Himself even deeper in to my throat. I tried to relax and calm the throw-up instinct as He fucked my face, knowing that nothing I do will stop Him.
Master's erection grew in my throat. Drowning in His cum, tasting Him, I grabbed the nearest towel. Completely disconnected from the outer world, all I remembered was that I must swallow, that that's what He likes. He needs to watch me swallowing His sperm, not letting it drip away, but is considering the urge to vomit, this time it going to be hard. The moment He removed Himself from My throat, I pressed the towel to my mouth and swallowed the sperm in small and slow gulps until nothing was left and then, under His staring eyes, licked the rest from His throbbing dick.
Master lay to the side, looking at me and running His hands over my back to make sure I'm still there and alright. Maybe He was offering some kind of comforting touch; maybe it was a mechanical movement. I didn’t know and felt nothing no more. I couldn’t even turn to look at Him as yet. I thanked Him with my eyes closed for allowing me His pleasures and these were my last words but the "please" I whispered before I passed out.
Waking, sometime later, time which I cannot estimate, to a cold glass pressed to my lips and a cool cloth to my head.
Eliphal's point of view
