Her Master's Command

by Sabrina Armstrong

  Her Master’s Command

  Part One

  by

  Sabrina Armstrong

  Warning:

  This material is copyright protected and for personal use only. It is not to be shared, given away or sold.

  This book contains adult content, sexual situations and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

  All sexually participants in this work are over 18 years of age or older.

  This if a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental

  Cover Design: Slippery Elm Designs

  Her Master’s Command © September 2012 Sabrina Armstrong

  All rights reserved

  Dedications

  To AJL for being my one and only Master

  Feel free to email me at: armstrong.s@inbox.com

  Considering the stories I heard about him, it was certainly no surprise to me he was a wizard. He had held his handsome good looks longer than most people would admit to remembering. Unless you, like me, are a witch or the occasional wizard, you would have chalked the experience up to the burning incense, rather than the bewitched.

  Who knows, maybe it was both?

  “There must have been something illicit in the oils.” Some would say.

  “I swear he had two cocks.” Others might whisper.

  I knew the truth long before I met him, though. My journey to him, started a long time ago, and well before I knew it had.

  Like any other teenager who’d learned they could do some pretty cool things with their bodies, I was quick to put my magic to the task of exploring my body and finding all of its hidden treasures. I found my all the erotically charged places on my body, inside and out and understood how to respond to my inner desires when most girls were still trying to decide if they liked French kissing.

  In college, I learned how to manipulate the world around me with magic. Each night I cast a few spells around my dormitory room. The spells rendered my room unavailable, unheard and unhinged from time around it. I lived on very little sleep which allowed me many hours a day to thrive in my environment. Cocooned in my dormitory, I learned to master magic before integrating my life in the non-magical world.

  I did manage to have a reputation outside my dormitory room, though. In hindsight, maybe I should have sought better advice when I decided to forever enchant my skin to transmit a pulse of euphoria to anyone who touched it.

  Some might consider it cruel to do such a thing. And in retrospect it was but I was young and saw myself as a muse. I was determined that I had the secret to unlocking the sexual potential in every person who crossed my path.

  I was driven by the rush of excitement and joy written on other people’s faces when they touched my. I literally gave them Joie de Vivre.

  Incidentally, this was the name of the enchantment. Any witch or wizard worthy of their wand would consider the accomplishment exceedingly difficult.

  Later, I learned to be more miserly with gifting my touch.

  The lesson came the first and only time Joie de Vivre turned into utter debauchery. It wasn’t my fault really. Another witch attending the party had tagged me. She had her own agenda for the party once she had figured things out. It was fun, sort of, but free will can be a tricky bitch when magic’s involved.

  Each man who fucked me felt a pulse when he entered me all along his shaft up to his sensitive head. Each came within seconds as the real power of my spell was how it was intensified along the soft, moist, sensitive skin found within my pussy.

  Over coffee the next morning the witch and I became friends and it was she who told me about the wizard I would come to obsess over.

  “Do you see this?” She asked as she withdrew from her purse a small glass vile in which I could see a thick strand of liquid.

  I knew what it was the instant my eyes set on it.

  “What the hell is that for?”

  “I was able to salvage this from my only encounter with Him,” she sighed “as I twist the vile in my hands, I close my eyes and am able to relive it – from his perspective. It’s incredible. I see how he looked at me. I’m beautiful!”

  “Let me see.” I demanded as a wave of jealous curiosity washed over me.

  The witch moved further away from me and laughed softly. “Sorry,” she said with a shake of her head “not even after last night but I will tell you where I encountered him and about my experience. He moves around a lot, as you might imagine. I’ve heard that, if a witch hears three stories from three other witches about their encounters, the witch will be magically drawn to him from the inside of her. It’s some creepy stuff – even for me.”

  “So let’s hear it.” I put my elbows on the table and crossed my legs. Something about the seemed to glow luminescent when she talked about this wizard and I’d heard certain rumblings about a dark master with sexual powers to rival my own but until not it was nothing more than coven gossip.

  “We were in Boston in the 90s. I’d been growing bored with the exclusively non-magical life I was living and decided to go a pub by the water I’d heard sported some pretty strange regulars at all hours of the day. I ran into him there I suppose if I believed in coincidences I’d chalk it up to that but deep in my heart I knew he’d sought me out because I needed what he had to give.”

  “Where exactly?” I tried to get control over the growing heat and wetness that had me squirming in my seat but it was difficult.

  “I’m told he likes dingy pubs in the Northeast. Like I said, I found him Boston.”

  “Ok that’s the where, spill the rest.” I demanded.

  “It started out pretty tame, except of course for all the other witches and wizards determined he make them his quarry. He is very selective and I don’t like competition so I drank up and grabbed right ahold of him and apparated up right into my living room. I was a nice little trick I picked up in France when I was an exchange student at the American Academy of Magical Arts. Took him back to my place.”

  “Was he pissed?” I asked, my mouth gaping wide at her outrageous misuse of magic in public.

  “He might have been, if not for the good natured determination I had displayed back in the pub.”

  “So does a guy like that just get down to business?”

  “Fuck yes he does.”

  “So what happened?”I groaned and clenched my thighs together as a jolt of desire stung me from the inside out.

  “Well, I’ve had my pussy eaten before, but never like that. It was as though his tongue were forked. He moved it so precisely. And I don’t know how he did it but he actually managed find my g-spot before he fucked me, which, holy Hell, let me tell you was amazing. He’d got this neat little trick where he’d go super deep me before slowly withdrawing to rub his tip of his cock against my clit. The guy actually had me begging on my hands and knees to take it up the ass.

  “‘Fuck me!’ I shouted .I felt warmth in my panties and my nose filled with the fresh scent of euphoria. I needed to hear the end of this story and quick before I had six truckers trying take me up on the offer.

  “Go on, but keep it down.”

  “Sorry.” I whispered and tried to go back to just listening casually.

  “Ok. When, I was begging him to go up the back passage and then he spun my leg around, pressing his body onto me and thrusting his cock somehow deeper into my cunt. The harder I pressed my ass back against him, the harder he leaned into me and the harder he fucked. Before I came, I swear I saw stars. He collapsed beside me leaving puddles of hot come all over me. He told me he would put

  it in this.” She held up the vile again. “He said I might want to see it someday.”

  “I guess he was right.” I l
aughed and gestured at her open hand holding the vile on it.

  “Yeah.”

  “So listen, I will keep in touch, but right now...” I looked around and could see the lust filling far too many unwelcome eyes. “I gotta go. And I think you should too.”

  *****

  After my narrow escape from the diner I departed to find Him. It’s been about seven years since she told me the story and the only thing I’ve managed to learn is that some wizards just do not want to be found.

  I bounced around from one Northeast harbor town or city to the next making my way up and down the Eastern seaboard. There have been many close calls and long stays when I felt my chances were better in one place over the next.

  But now, I found myself eating chili in a dingy pub in the Old Port of Portland, Maine, talking to a middle aged wizard telling me all about his prostate problems. Somebody poison me, please.

  “It wasn’t long after the doctor informed me I had a prostate problem, I began my own search for Him. One of my friends had heard he liked smaller coastal cities on the East Coast –the older the city the better. He likes to lie low, but likes pints at seedy pubs.”

  Suddenly my chili wasn’t nearly as exciting was the geezer sitting next to me so I decided to start paying attention. “I’m told a witch who hears three stories from His lovers will transcend time and space and arrive on his doorstep.”

  “Well,” he paused and shrugged his shoulders “that’s not how it worked for me. I was lucky enough to find him.”

  “Would you tell me about it? You’ll make my second story. You know, in case the legends are true. ”

  “Sure, but you need to buy me some drinks first. And you might need to earn it.” He smile was more of a sad leer.

  I appreciated his complete lack of artlessness and was more than willing to make him feel euphoric if he gave me the information I was looking for. “You’re on.” I turned to face the barman and grazed my fingers cross his hand while I ordered. “Give us a bottle of very old whiskey to go.” It was an unfair thing to do to the poor man but since I was desperate and broke I decided to bend my own rule about skin to skin contact with unsuspecting humans.

  The moment we left the pub and started on our way away from the harbor I felt a strong cold sea breeze urging us faster up the hilly cobblestoned streets. It was a short walk back to his place at breakneck speed with the wind pushing us every step of the way until we met the door to his small brownstone.

  Once securely inside the house we he walked to the kitchen for glasses while I made myself comfortable on the couch and admired the fire that came to a sudden blaze in the fireplace. It was a nice bit of magic and I’d have to remember to ask him about where he acquired his fire manipulations skills.

  “Give me that bottle and I’ll put some in glasses.” He said reaching for the bottle in my extended hand. I placed the whisky on the small coffee table in front of me and sat back. Eventually I’d have to touch him but I needed him to talk before I did it.

  He looked down at me and smiled. “I see I’m not the only one with an affliction,” he mused. “I’ve heard rumors about the witch who put a spell on her skin that drove people to acts of unspeakable lust.” The wizard poured the amber colored liquid into both glasses and waited patiently while I reached out and took mine. “It’s said that her skin holds all the pleasures known to man.”

  “Is it also said that she learned too late that some spells cannot be broken.” I brought the drink to my lips and tilted my head, emptying the glass in one shit so he could fill it up again. “Please tell me the story.”

  The wizard eyed me carefully. I knew the thoughts that were running through my head and I didn’t blame him. They were probably similar to the ones I’d had on lonely nights when my feet ached from endless prowling in my quest to find the Master.

  He sighed and picked up his glass, “I’ve never been that comfortable talking about it, other than to say I’ve never had to worry about my prostate failing again. But I don’t want other people to know about the profound effect he had on my soul. I doubt anyone would understand the power that the Master holds over people.” He nodded and quickly downed the drink. “I met him at the same bar we just left. He was sitting alone in a dark corner. I bought him a drink and he asked me to sit down. I told him I heard he could cure my condition and quell any lingering suspicions.”

  “What suspicions?” I interrupted.

  “It’s not the anal business. I came to terms with the prospects of another man penetrating my ass before setting out to find Him. Only a man can know another so well and I’m not afraid of that. In my youth I had a Domme who pegged me every night before she went to bed and I loved it. What I was uncertain about was whether he had the magical power to cure me of my condition for good.”

  The whiskey was clearly loosening his tongue. It was also getting me a little warm.. I drank another shot of the whiskey and encouraged him to do the same, this time I poured the whiskey in his glass the glass and handed it to him, lightly caressing his forefinger during the exchange as I smiled at him.

  The effect was subtle enough that he didn’t really notice.

  He smiled, sat back into the couch and finally relaxed.

  “Go on.” I encouraged.

  “When we got back to my place, he told me to drink something that would make me relax. He said it was a special potion, He told me the name of it but I promptly forgot. It was a strange name, in all my years of wizard training, I’d never heard of it. Whatever it was, the effect was amazing. I became uninhibited and every emotion I experienced, I felt its strength ten times.”

  “I’ve heard of it.” I smiled and wondered when he was going to make the connection between the spell on my skin and the potion that the Master had fed him. “I didn’t know it could be in potion form, though. Please, continue.” I had been sitting alone on the couch not directly facing him. It occurred to me to shift in my seat and uncross my legs. By the time I crossed them again and looked back up to face him, I could distinguish his growing cock through the front of swollen pants.

  “Well, like I was saying, I felt open and ready to experience whatever came my way. To be honest, I feel that way right now. Ahem! Sorry, I just have a little tickle in my throat.”

  Nervous he wouldn’t last long enough to tell the story, I encouraged him on. “We’ll get to that later. Now tell me what happened.”

  “He told me to undress and stand with my back to the blazing fireplace. While I undressed, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him undressing. With one hand he conjured what appeared to be a set of long leather laces. You know the kind people use for restraining. Sexually, I mean. Anyway, I didn’t know what he was going to do with them but just standing there with the heat of the fire against my back I felt warm and more alive than I’d felt since I’d lost my lovely Domme. It was as if the fire in the fireplace was inside me. I felt my cock twitch and looked up to see him holding his hand out to me,” he sighed and took another drink. “He was a beautiful man, athletic and strong. Never have I seen a man built like that. Like a modern-day Adonis, each muscle in his body pressed against the inside of his skin. He turned me to face the fire and stood directly behind me. He reached around to the front of me and took hold of my cock so he could rub it. From behind I could feel his cock getting harder as he pressed against my asshole.”

  The wizard set his glass back down, his face was a strange mix of wistfulness and lust in one. “I thought about what it would feel like to have a cock like his inside me and I tensed with fear. He was big. Bigger than anything I’d ever seen and I just didn’t know how he was going to fit that huge thing in my tiny little hole. I panicked and tried to move away but I wasn’t fast enough and I felt those leather laces moving over my skin, wrapping us up together.”

  “He must have enchanted them.” I gasped.

  The wizard nodded slowly. “Not once did he use his hand against my ass. With only the subtle movements of his hips, he managed to press the tip of his
cock against my hole as he massaged around the base of my cock.”

  I could see his eyes begin to stare as his mind wandered. At the tip of his recognizably massive shaft, I could make out the smallest amount of moisture which had begun to assert the notion the rest of it was ready for play.

  “Please tell me more,” I begged as my panties became wet.

  The wizard narrowed his eyes and turned his focus back to me. “He told me to relax. ‘Breath,’ he whispered into my ear as my hole gave way to his timely insertion. I gasped. Inside me, I felt him clench his muscles as he literally pulled

  me closer to him with the power of his cock. The more I breathed the deeper me pushed inside me until I was begging him to fuck me harder. I would have done anything he asked of me. I’d never felt that kind of sexual magic before in my life and I never wanted to let it go. He was in full command of both my body and his own, I began to feel the vibrations and gentle massaging of what felt like tiny hands inside me. With each stroke of his cock, I could feel him pressing inside me, milking me for everything I was worth. It was fast and hard and I didn’t realize I was coming until it was too late.” He stopped to take a deep breath. “The Master was kind to me. I hadn’t asked his permission to come and I felt deeply sorry but he told me it was part of the ritual so I didn’t have to be punished.”

  “Punish you?” I gasped as my heart started to race with the idea. “Why on earth would he want to punish you for having an orgasm?”

  The wizard smiled at me as if I was a stupid child. “Because he is the Master and you always have to have the master’s permission before coming. It would be an grave insult to deny him the pleasure of his permission.”

  “Oh,” I whispered as more of the puzzle came into focus “so he’s a real master. I thought he was called Master because he’d mastered the skills of sexual magic not because he was…” My voice trailed away as my brain worked its way around the idea of being dominated by such a skilled magician. The possibilities for pleasure and pain were endless.