Her Master's Heart

by Lawrence Southwick

  I guess I've changed. Yet, even if I imagine my ex touching me like this, I think I'd want to claw his eyes out. Hmm, maybe I haven't changed that much; maybe it has more to do with Master Robert. I want HIM and only him to touch me like this. HE might be the difference. I want him to possess me. There's confidence in his command of me. His touch doesn't feel selfish like my ex. It feels confident and powerful, so masculine. I feel incredibly desirable, sexy, appreciated and cherished by him.

  Here and now, she craved his touch. She felt his desire for her in every motion of his strong hands, in every gentle kiss his lips laid on the various parts of her body. More than that, she could feel his need to possess and command her.

  They seemed to be on the same page, wanting the same things. He wanted to own her and she wanted him to possess and command her—she welcomed it. Wanton and free were the new and heady sensations she savored.

  ~~~

  ROBERT

  She lay quietly while he rummaged carefully in a drawer of his bedside table, withdrawing several items. Robin could hear and sense his movements but not see what he was doing. Her face was still buried in the sheets.

  With a smile of satisfaction, Robert slipped the remote control egg into the slippery folds of her cunt, pushing it deep within her channel. Robin moaned, but was careful not to move.

  Robert stepped back, enjoying looking at her as he removed his clothes. He uncovered his erection, which only he could appreciate, at least for the time being. He moved to where Robin's head rested in the sheets and stroked her hair, running his hands over her head, pleasing himself with the feel of her.

  Muffled sighs quietly signified her pleasant and relaxed response to his ministrations.

  After enjoying long moments of the sensual pleasure he derived from the feel of her, he fisted her hair with his left hand. With his right hand, he tapped her shoulder.

  ~~~

  ROBIN

  Robin lifted her head and looked up. Her body was pulsating with a deep need that had been building inside of her. She was gratified to see Master Robert's hard cock before her face. She licked her lips. She would've lunged forward to suck it into her mouth, but his hand in her hair prevented her movement. She looked up at him through her eyelashes.

  “At my pace, Little Bird, at my direction, and definitely, at my command. Not before.”

  Robin felt him taking control and groaned in delight. There were no questions of right or wrong, or of whether she was a slut or a cock tease. She was at his mercy. All decisions were his. It was strangely freeing for her. She didn't have to think, anticipate or second-guess what he wanted—she merely had to obey and respond.

  Strangely, Robin had never thought of BDSM in those basic terms before.

  She'd read books about it and watched many BDSM videos. In her mind, it'd always seemed to be more complex and difficult. She'd been anxious about trying to figure out what would be wanted of her, and she feared she'd make mistakes. Yet, it was actually quite easy when she framed it in this way.

  With her ex, she was used to being bossed around for reasons of his selfishness and laziness. His manner had been dismissive and disrespectful. Yet, even with his demanding ways, there was always so much ambiguity. She'd never known exactly what he wanted from her or how to please him in bed. It seemed to her as if she'd always missed the mark.

  Robin hated how her pathetic attempts to please her ex were always taken for granted. It never mattered to him in the least that he'd come every time and she wouldn't, regardless of what she did or didn't do. Nothing about her seemed to affect him. He simply didn't give a shit about her.

  Her efforts and feelings were immaterial; her pleasure was never even a thought in his head.

  No matter what she did, she'd seemed to annoy him and never got it right. There was never any appreciation expressed, only irritation. Had he ever given her a compliment? A mere receptacle into which he'd rut, she could never please him nor do anything right in his eyes.

  Robin had been a failure as a wife and lover. As a result, she'd felt horrible about herself and her perceived shortcomings. She was also extremely frustrated by the fact she could never understand how or why she'd failed.

  Frankly, her ex didn't seem to like her or to be attracted to her in the least. She couldn't understand why he'd married her. As far as she could see, they were a match made in Hell.

  With Master Robert at the helm, as long as she listened and obeyed him, she made him happy. His requests were specific and easily understood. He was clear, not ambiguous. She desperately wanted to please him.

  Master appreciated all of her efforts. He noticed and valued her every response and effort, no matter how small. Furthermore, he genuinely seemed to care about her pleasure, even more than his own satisfaction. He got off on getting her off. He was so considerate and generous with his attention, affection and praise. That was such a wonderful gift for her to enjoy.

  It was so much easier and so much more fun this way. Robin was relieved by this thought.

  Did she actually stand a chance at success? It gave her confidence, to believe she could actually please a man. That’s what she wanted. She wanted to be a 'good girl', to be his 'good girl'.

  Robin heard a wonderful white noise in her ears, as she slipped further into the submissive mode, surrendering herself to her Master.

  She eyed his cock. She'd never been with a circumcised man before. It was beautiful. The purplish head throbbed slightly in front of her face, and she could see a drop of pre-cum at the tip.

  God! He's so hard…because of me? I'm doing that to him. Wow. He really wants me. Maybe, just maybe, he's as affected by me, as I am by him. I hope so. I want this to be mutual, for him to want me as much as I want him.

  Robin inhaled through her nose and his musky, male scent made her mouth water. She swallowed and licked her lips.

  Master Robert's hand in her hair shifted slightly, pulling her head to one side, making her look directly at his turgid manhood. “You see this?” he growled at her. “I'm going to give you this. I'm going to use my hard cock to make you scream.”

  Robin's belly shivered at his words.

  “But first...” He held something she didn't recognize in the fingers of his other hand, and Robin gasped as vibrations awoke within her pussy.

  Robin mewled as the intensity of the sensations increased, then changed. First, she felt a steady vibration, then a ripple, then a combination of sensations. Then the thing within her began to pulsate with a changing rhythm.

  When she babbled incomprehensible nonsense at him, he said, “Time to gag you." Then his cock plunged into her open, waiting mouth.

  The taste and aroma of him filled her mouth and nose. It was strong, slightly bitter, musky and without the taint of soap. She loved the warm feel of him, the way he tasted and smelled. She loved everything about him.

  This is the masculine flavor of a man. Mmm, delicious.

  The hair on his balls tickled her chin as her lips slid down his shaft, bobbing in time to the rhythms of the object in her pussy.

  “Slower; use your tongue,” he said, pulling her hair in a stinging but delicious sensation.

  Robin did as he directed, lapping at the veins wrapped around his cock, using her lips to kiss and caress him. She was in heaven with the sensual delight of it. Under her ministrations, she could feel his cock throb and even jump occasionally. She heard his sudden intakes of breath coinciding with the responses of his cock. She loved his ragged breath and his low sounds of delight.

  Everything about this experience felt divine. She knew she was giving him immense pleasure. That knowledge increased her own enjoyment infinitely, arousing her to no end. Robin could feel her juices running down her thighs. She suddenly sensed the vibrator inside of her change its speed and rhythm and was hard-pressed not to orgasm.

  Somehow, he knew. With his voice strained from his own arousal, he said, “Not yet, Little Bird. Not until I say so. You're doing very well, my good girl.”

>   Robin felt as though her body consisted only of her greedy, hungry openings. Her mouth, with its tongue, teeth and lips, and her greedy pussy was fluttering with desperation to be filled, to be fucked. She ached for more. Her entire body was consumed by longing, want and need. To be owned by him. Everything else was peripheral.

  Oh, yes, her hands had gathered fistfuls of sheets, clutching at them in desperation. Her knees felt the strain of being spread wide, so he could do whatever he wanted to her. However, these sensations were only in the back of her mind. They were reduced to a quiet buzz in the background.

  In the forefront of her brain, Robin was a primal creature of appetite, a wanton, desperately craving more of her Master. She needed more of his fingers, his mouth and his cock. She was filled with a mindless joy at her own uncharacteristic sluttiness.

  Suddenly, she went into sensory overload. All of the sensations she was receiving, not least of all, her own thoughts, overwhelmed her. She lost control as an intense orgasm ratcheted through her body like a bolt of lightning, causing her hips to jerk uncontrollably as if she were being shocked.

  A muffled shriek emerged from her mouth, around his swollen cock as the pleasure went on and on.

  The hand in her hair pulled her head sharply back, off of him, and she looked up at his face. Her face was flushed, her breath coming in hard little pants. He looked...disapproving, but not angry.

  His voice was low and calm. “Bad girl.”

  Her heart sank. She'd tried so hard to maintain control, but it had all been too much for her. She wasn't used to any of this. The degree of pleasure and stimulation she'd been inundated with, was off the charts.

  Her eyes drifted downward with her spirit. She'd let them both down. She'd failed when she disobeyed him. She'd disappointed him. Again. She felt simply awful.

  “You need more training,” Master said. “And, punishment.”

  She felt butterflies in her belly and looked at him with her sad, wide eyes.

  He smiled at her as he gently touched her cheek. “We'll get to that later. Right now, you have something to finish.” Robin felt his cock slide back between her lips, and she endeavored to devote her complete focus on giving him immense pleasure, to give him the very best she could.

  Master still didn't seem inclined to let her be in control of his pleasure. He was holding the reins, quite literally. He held her head firmly in place by her hair and moved his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her face.

  Robin felt deliriously used by this action. She could feel the start of another orgasm building within her core, but she quickly throttled it before it overtook her. This time was to please him. Doing as he wanted and dictated was to be her sole focus.

  The room was silent except for the background sound of Master's ragged breathing. He could barely be heard over the much louder slurping sounds of his cock running in and out of her gasping mouth.

  Robin's jaw began to ache and tears pricked her eyes, but she never faltered. Saliva ran down her chin. She barely noticed any of these things. Her mind was utterly consumed with Master's pleasure, which in turn, gave her immense pleasure.

  She felt his already rock-hard cock begin to swell, growing larger in her mouth and knew he was close to his release. This knowledge and its accompanying sensations, gave Robin tremendous delight.

  When his balls tightened beneath her lips, Master thrust one final time, deep into her throat. He bellowed loudly as he climaxed, and Robin thought he sounded like a magnificent beast, claiming victory. He was so manly and beautiful. Thick, hot cum jetted out, which she hastily swallowed. Spurt after glorious spurt bathed the inside of her mouth and throat.

  After he finished and regained control of his body, he released her hair, sending prickles throughout her scalp. She lapped at his cock, cleaning him as a kitten might lick the last drops in a bowl of milk.

  Master shut off the vibrating egg, using the remote, and pulled her up by her shoulders. Still on her knees, her eyes were level with his muscular chest.

  Master's head dipped down at the same time his hands pulled her head up, so their mouths met in a sweet kiss. His tongue brushed against her lips in a gentle wave, very unlike the conquering kisses of before.

  His mouth said thank you without words.

  Master pulled back, smiled and reached for something he'd dropped on the bed earlier, it had escaped her extremely distracted notice. His hands began to knead her breasts, his fingers pulling at her nipples. Robin groaned as her eyes closed and her head fell back, reveling in the delicious sensations.

  Suddenly, her nipple bloomed with pain. Robin looked down, he'd attached a clamp to her. It was silver with a narrow gauge chain, connecting it to...another clamp, which he deftly applied to her other breast. Pain blossomed again, and then settled into a glorious, dull ache.

  Sensations zinged between her breasts and her clit. It was as if direct wiring connected her most sensitive areas.

  Master pushed her back until she landed on her bottom, so she was sitting on the bed. He grabbed the glass from the nightstand and held it to her mouth, letting her drink the sweet fruit juice. He lifted the glass faster than she could swallow so the sticky juice ran down her face, off her chin and onto her large, pendulous breasts, which were now decorated by the silver chain and clamps.

  She wondered at the picture she must present. Here she sat, with messy hair and swollen lips covered in her saliva, her Master's cum and now fruit juice dripping off of her breasts and spilling onto her belly. Her thighs were coated with proof of her own arousal, and she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

  A naked, gooey, sticky mess, Robin felt completely wild and free—a sexual animal. She'd never looked or felt quite this primal.

  She loved it. She reveled in it. Her state was evidence of this incredible interlude; the passion and ecstasy she was thrilled to experience. Eyes wide with pleasure, she felt amazing—sexier and more alive than she'd ever imagined she could.

  Somewhere in the back of her mind, a random thought occurred to her. Although it certainly didn't belong anywhere near her current situation of extreme satisfaction, arousal and delight, she couldn't help it.

  What would Andrew think?

  Robin saw a brief flash of the utter revulsion that would've appeared on her ex's face if he were to have witnessed any of what she'd just experienced. Hell, he'd probably faint just seeing her, as she was at this moment, well-used and feeling glorious.

  When she conjured up a picture of the close-minded, selfish asshole retching at her current self, a small, satisfied smirk tugged at her lips.

  Chapter 14.

  ROBIN

  She sat quietly, waiting to see what Master would do next, as she was supremely aware of the clamps on her nipples and the dormant vibrator nestled in her pussy. Of course, Master took her by surprise, yet again. He was quite good at surprising her, apparently.

  "I'm feeling peckish. Get up from there and fix me something to eat."

  Robin’s eyebrows crawled up her forehead in shock. She certainly didn't expect any food preparation or anything outside of the realm of sex, to ensue.

  “What do you mean?” she asked, confused by his words.

  Master smiled at her. "You told me you enjoy puttering around in the kitchen, yes?"

  Reluctantly, she nodded. "Yes, but..." Robin looked down at herself.

  Like this?! I'm just supposed to prance around in a strange house and cook, in well-lit rooms, while naked except for nipple clamps and various bodily fluids? My God! Earlier tonight, I was out of sorts while fully clothed but missing my panties!

  This is too much. He'll see my body…all of it! I won't be able to hide my stretch marks, loose skin, bumps, bulges, spider veins, wrinkles or dimples! My body looks like a friggin’ textured map of various terrains—with way too many mountains and hills. Just kill me now!

  Master's eyes were bright. There was determination in his eyes. "Come on," he said firmly.

  What's wrong with me? Shit! I t
hink I'd rather die than displease Master.

  Robin blinked, swallowed hard and then clambered awkwardly from the bed. She reached for her clothes, but Master cleared his throat, halting her actions. When she looked at him, he shook his head. She gawped at him.

  "Don't worry, Little Bird, there's an apron in the kitchen."

  Robin proceeded down the stairs and into the kitchen. As she moved, the chain tickled her breasts, which felt heavy, swollen and warm. Exposed and out of her element, it was so decadent, wandering naked through his unfamiliar house. It took all of her effort not to cover her breasts and pussy as best as she could with her hands and arms.

  A scrap of cloth hung over the oven rail. When she pulled it off, she realized the apron was from one of those French Maid Costumes...it consisted of just enough gauzy fabric to cover her mons, and little else. She held it up, just looking at it as she considered telling him what he could do with his ‘apron’.

  Suddenly, before her mouth even had the chance to open, the device inside of her pussy flared to life. With a gasp, Robin had to grip the counter to remain standing. Her ire over the apron situation left her mind the instant her core began vibrating.

  An evil chuckle sounded from behind her, "That really heats up your pretty little cunt, doesn't it?"

  His crude language made her dizzy with desire. No one had ever talked to her like that before. Of course, her vibrating core also helped with her suddenly intense arousal. She felt his warm chest press up against her back, his cock erect, imposing itself against her ass through his boxers.

  Master's arms encircled her, hugging her. "Steady, now."

  She didn't have time to figure out what he meant. With both of his hands, he removed the clamps from her nipples simultaneously.

  She'd thought they'd hurt going on, but this felt at least ten times worse. She keened. His large hands covered her breasts, rubbing her abused nipples gently.

  "Don't worry, someday you'll be able to wear them for a much longer time and take them much tighter than this."

  Robin was speechless, but she didn't know if it was from his casual assumption she'd accept more pain, or if it was due to the implied possibility they might be together that long.