The Master's Embrace
(An Erotic Adventure)
By The Knave
The full moon's reflection dances on your skin as the tide slowly laps at your feet. I can make out your breasts, not large, but firm and proud in their defiance of gravity. The cool night air off the surf has your nipples erect as if they are striving to free themselves from the creamy mounds of flesh to which they are bound. As I lower my gaze across the soft skin of your abdomen, I fix upon the gentle curve of your hips. Their smooth slope and alabaster pallor glow in the moon's illumination as if they were molded of wax. My critical eye follows the taper of your thighs, to your knees, to your calves, and into the surf at your feet before reverting back to your down-turned face.
You instinctively know to turn, slowly, into Luna's pale radiance, so I may complete my inspection. As your other side comes into view, I trail the curve of your spine and then drag my cold stare over your ass as it gently swells out from your lower back. It mimics the globe-like qualities of the celestial sphere that lights it now. As you come full circle to again face me, I allow you to approach and wilt under the weight of my presence. I extend my hand and cup your right breast in my palm. As I slowly squeeze it, it reluctantly gives way as if it were a newly ripened fruit. I sense you wincing as I increase the pressure of my grasp and give you a small taste of what I have in store for you.
I can feel your heart's pace quicken under the strength of my grasp. I draw you to me so you may bask in the heat of my infernal flame. You dare to glance up, your eyes struggling to focus on my silhouette, to get some glimpse of this avatar before you. Your own body now is confused, the cool midnight breeze at your back, and the intense, warm aura confronts your swollen breasts and quivering abdomen. Your mind starts to cloud and your knees weaken as I draw you down to bow before me. As the surf now laps at the inside of your thighs, I can tell you are growing moist like the sand beneath your knees. I will take pity on you and let you serve me.
I caress the top of your head, not unlike an owner strokes his favorite pet, and let my fingers slide through your blonde locks. With my left hand, I grab a tuft of bangs that now hang over your face and pull your head back sharply to meet my piercing gaze. If you have any doubts as to the nature of my intensity, the cold blue stare you now witness should lay those doubts to rest. I am pleased with you thus far, my puppet, so I guide your open, anxious, mouth to my rigid godhood. You now have a chance to prove your worth.
The warmth of your tongue is a welcome contrast to the chill of the night air. I pull your face to my loins until your nose grinds against my pelvic bone and I am completely engulfed by your wet embrace. After a brief moment to savor the feeling of your throat constricting me, I slowly withdraw myself. Your eager lips draw across the veins of my shaft and streak them with the gloss that coats their pouting exterior. As the head of my cock re-emerges into Luna's glow, it glistens with your saliva.
I move my hand around to the base of your skull and re-tighten my grip. I can smell the musk of your femininity mixed with the salt air and can tell you are oozing from between your thighs. I once again turn your willing mouth to the throbbing mast of flesh that thrusts out from the center of my hips. I revel in the vibrations that emanate from your throat as the object of your attention stifles your whimpering. As I violate your innocent features with my engorged member, I will slowly ease my grasp on your scalp to allow you to show your devotion in your own way. Although your ministrations are clumsy, as a newborn calf learning to suckle, your persistence and desire to please may yet be your salvation.
Now that we have left your inhibition behind and you have allowed yourself to forgo thought and reason, I shall reward you for your devotion. As you hesitate, the head of my circumcised cock pulsing angrily on your tongue, I launch my engorged man-flesh once again forcibly into your hungry mouth, past your lips and into your throat. The abrupt contact my seminal vessels make with your chin signals the opening of the floodgates. The essence of my evil wells up from within me and erupts from my instrument of dominance to fill your being. Torrents of the molten fluid you so desperately seek flood your throat and burn their way to your belly for what seems like an eternity.
Panic begins to take hold of your senses, for my swollen cock-head denies you the ability to take in breath, and if I do not loosen my grip, you may very well drown from within. The fear in your eyes fuels my lust, and I unleash the last of my life force into your overflowing orifice. As I sharply withdraw myself form your oral grasp, in the same manner a vampire detaches a newly turned fledgling from his wrist, your bosom heaves, and I hear you gasp to fill your lungs with the briny breeze. I can hear your heart pound as a blissful elation descends on your being.
I must say, you have never looked as worthy as you do now, on your knees, defiled, the remnants of your deeds still trickling down your chin. You have served me well this eve, my newfound thrall, and I have in turn consecrated you with this communion. Enjoy this brief respite my little pawn, for your penance is far from over.
Now that I have sated myself at your expense, I wish to retire. With my right hand, I grasp the nape of your neck and bring you to your feet. I gesture with my left hand back towards the dunes above the shoreline while leading you forward with my right. I follow you, my hand on your neck, toward the candlelight's glow that emanates from what appear to be a pair of burning eyes in the distance.
As we crest the dune and step onto the flagstone path leading to the temple of your rebirth, shafts of pale light burst through their cloudy cloak, and I can't help but notice the sway of your hips and the scent of your lust being left in your wake. We are now in the foyer of the temple and I'm sure the warmth from the candles glow is a welcome comfort as you are lead across the blood red marble floor, past the ornate, carved, dark oak paneling, to the spiral staircase ascending to your Purgatory. I draw near as we approach the steps and whisper into your neck, "The chamber above should suit you. Rest now my plaything, for the dawn is soon upon us. I will summon you when I wish to continue."
I stand by the window, basking in the midnight sun, beholding you as you awaken the next eve, the sun having already melted into the horizon and the glow of the full moon infiltrates your surroundings. I cover the distance to the foot of the bed in a few large strides and, ripping the silken sheets away, I leave you cowering and exposed on the overstuffed firmament. I lunge over the footboard as the reality of your situation sets in. As the cobwebs of your sleep fade, and the bite of the restraints about your wrists and ankles dispel the sandman completely, you find yourself spread eagle and helpless.
I draw in a slow, deliberate breath and inhale your bouquet like a connoisseur does fine wine. "You've been dreaming of me," I whisper forcefully onto your quivering mound. My hot breath blankets the source of your femininity as my tongue snakes forward to flick across the swelling bundle of nerves at the apex of your other lips. I slide my palms beneath you, grasping the firm flesh of your ass, and pin the backs of your creamy thighs to my broad shoulders as I assail your womanhood again and again.
I measure my lashings, not making full contact with your flesh and illicit the frustration that amuses me so. Like a great ivory panther toying with its prey, I assault you at will. I move silently to the source of your lust and for the first time penetrate you. I slowly slide my tongue over your dripping entrance, parting the engorged lips, and once again coming to focus on your clit. Tiny circles of increasing pressure cause you to wrestle against your fetters and the scent of your rising fear enrages my libido. I return to the now flowering portal of sin and retrieve the mounting drops of feminine dew that have seeped from within. Your blissful panting is abruptly replaced with near hyperventilation as I thrust my tongue forward and pierce your outer folds to sample the witch's brew within your boiling cauldron. My tongue, my lips, and my goatee, are all instantly coated with the nectar of your pent up lust. My tongue writhes within you as I slide my strong hands up between your inner thighs, allowing my thumbs to spread you wide. As I continue to invade your most intimate region, I feel your muscles constrict and your lips swell yet again.
I withdraw my face at that instant and allow you to test your bonds in frustration. The rise and fall of your supple breasts betrays your exertion and brings an impish grin to my normally stoic features. I savor the tang of your carnal fluids as I wipe them from my mouth and chin. I have stopped short of taking you over the edge, but I am by no means finished with you. You will provide a submissive receptacle for my seed many more times before your servitude is relinquished. That said, it's time to debauch anew.
As the pressure in your loins subsides and you relax against your bonds, I take in the scene before me. Your body forms a pale X atop your black silk covered dais. Your petite form glistens in the radiation of the night's pallid, Cyclops eye. The night air again creeps over your body, bringing bumps to your skin and tautness to your nipples. I unbuckle the restraints from your ankles, and allow the throngs to fall aside. As you retract your limbs and withdraw, I can see the saliva laced serum drip from your open folds. Instinct would dictate that you recoil from your oppressor, but you simply lay there, legs spread, anticipation high. I retake my place between your wide spread knees and draw my left hand up between your moist lips, inserting the middle two fingers, and retrieving a bit of nectar form within you. I rub the viscous dew onto my engorged shaft in preparation for the coming maelstrom.
I lunge forward on my knees, 'til my now slick god-staff is at the gate of your womanhood. In a single fluid motion well-muscled hands grasp the backs of your thighs and hoist them aloft, forcing your knees to your bosom. I am at once inside you, your inner walls resisting futilely, and the well-groomed mass of my testicle sac makes sharp contact with the little rosebud between the cheeks of your shapely ass. The weight of my body is now upon you, the hair of my chest brushing the inside of your creamy thighs. I hover there for a moment, savoring the newfound warmth and the frantic attempts by your depths to expel me. I withdraw slowly, allowing your inner muscles to feel every vein on my member. As the head of my cock reemerges, I replace it swiftly into its newly fitted sheath. The muscles of your pussy react differently this time, it is not until I remove myself again that they contract.
Submission is a lovely thing indeed, and the taking of you continues as I plunge my rock hard cock into you and then pull back slowly, allowing the internal suction of your cock-glove to try holding me in. With every forceful reinsertion, you inhale sharply and your chest rises in response. I lean forward to devour the flesh of your left breast, taking the nipple and a good portion of the surrounding tissue into my ravenous mouth. I suck it in between my lips as your velvety furnace does the same to my cock. You are now inside me as I am inside you. The firmness of your breast resists my attack, but is little match for the potency of my assault. I continue to suckle at your nipple as a newborn extracting sustenance, all the while violating the sanctity of your womb. The secretions from your fiery lustfulness now boil over to coat my balls, the insides of your thighs, and the split of your ass.
I release my grip on your nipple to accost the other with equal fervor. After reddening the mounds of your chest, I right myself so that I may shift your legs, placing the backs to my muscled chest and your ankles about my ears. I then lean forward to allow myself full, unrestricted access to all your body has to offer. You strike quite a pose, legs in the air, arms bound at the wrist and above your head, and your head itself thrown back in blissful abandon. I reach around your stems to grip the meat of your firm tits as I begin to increase the pace of our little tango. My grip on your breasts is painfully firm, and the thrust of my hips is like that of a Ferrari's pistons at high speed as I feel the squeeze of your internal warmth increase. I pinch your nipples between my thumbs and middle fingers as I coax your pussy into oblivion. Internally, you spasm wildly and your breathing has all but stopped as Nirvana arrives.
The fetters at your wrists and the weight of my frame are all that ground you as a second wave of orgasm ensues. You feel my cock swell even more as your pussy attempts to remove it from my person. At that moment, you are again void inside as I extract my flesh phallus and with a couple of short jerks of my wrist, spew the contents of my balls onto the splayed lips of your now defiled cunt. I wipe that which covers my hand onto your stomach, and I can't help but smirk as my essence trickles down between the folds of your femininity, over the place of taboo pleasure, and puddles between the globes of your ass. This aftermath, coupled with your dejection at not being found worthy of having my seed inside you, is the reason I chose you. You have served me well yet again. I will remove your remaining bindings now little one, so that you may gather the milky sap from my organ that now covers your abdomen and intimate regions, and lick it from your fingers before you fade off into the land of dreams. Sleep well my humble servant.
As the night of depravity fades into the next, I again come to you, this time bearing gifts. I have deemed you worthy of having your sustenance rendered by my hand instead of the customary delivery as you slumber. Tonight we have fresh fruit, cheese, a small loaf of bread and a carafe of aromatic red sangria that should please your pallet. I have granted you this audience as a reward for your unwavering devotion. Rarely do my votaries embrace their role as you have. Gather your strength, my pupil, for I will return to you before Luna makes her descent.
The chamber door swings open before me as the moon's glow once again bathes its interior with pallid light. You recline upon your mattresses as if a royal concubine, secure in her lord's favor. I approach the foot of the platform, removing the black velvet mantle that shrouds my head, and lock my icy stare on the sage colored orbs within your skull. As I proceed, rounding the end post, I give a quick tug at the robe's clasp and allow it to fall to my feet. Reaching the far side of your newfound pyre, I motion to the marble floor before me and snap my fingers, issuing a non-verbal command. You leap obediently from your retirement to take your place on the quarried stone as I bring myself to sit before you. Leaning forward, I grasp with both hands the tresses behind your ears, raising your gaze, and drawing you to me. I allow eye contact again as I peer down into your soul and growl, "It is time once again. Worship me!"
My now hard cock welcomes your warm embrace as I stand and pull your mouth onto me. I guide your head deliberately back and forth across the shaft as I drag the swollen helmet along your tongue. I maneuver you onto my instrument again and again, first filling your mouth and throat, then withdrawing, so your teeth may gently rake the angry head that tips it. I stop mid stroke and fix your cranium, and in turn begin thrusting with my hips instead. The sight of me fucking your face is exquisite, as my saliva coated rod pumps, ever swelling, in and out of your sucking mouth. At the moment my carnal appendage is set to erupt, I remove it from your slippery kiss and bathe your angelic features with repeated splashes of my roiling discharge. The surprise etched on your fair façade serves to coax all of the waiting fluid from my depths and soon rivulets of searing cum roll from your cheeks and forehead. I must admit it is a splendid sight indeed.
The ebony frock I wore into the room is offered up to clean your face, neck, and cleavage of the seed you did not ingest. I stroke your locks, as you remove the last of the taint from the proud mounds on your chest, and I then cup the palm of my left hand under your jaw as I raise you from your knees to stand beside me. I gather your head to the pierced side of my chest and place your ear just above the nipple so you may feel the rhythm of my heart, methodical and powerful like the blacksmith's hammer forging steel upon his anvil. My still hard shaft presses against your stomach as I whisper through my demonic grin, "Now it is time to reward you for your servitude".
I gesture to the bed and command you to kneel. As you ascend the silken dais and position yourself on all fours, I stride in behind you to and firmly grasp your gently flaring hips. The climax experienced while being violated and the blissful degradation of having you pristine features soiled, have the lips of your pussy smeared with your juices already. I glide the middle finger of my right hand down from the base of your spine, into the seam of your rear, over the clenched entrance to your ass, between the glossy lips of your pussy, and on to the little button seated where those lips converge. You flinch slightly as I brush it lightly with the pad of my finger, your back arches, and your ready opening is poised for penetrating. I rub small, firm circles on the surface of this swollen nerve bundle, allowing the seepage from within you to flow into my palm. Working my touch back up toward the small of your back, I bury my cock in your fleshy tunnel. All the way to the hilt, my balls slapping against your clit, my gripping your hips the only thing preventing you from being ejected from your perch. I begin a rigorous pummeling of your very core, repeatedly impaling you with my enraged tool.
I continue like this for a period of time, all the while groping the firm flesh of your ass and forcing your hips down to spread you wider. I then change the pace of our copulating, slowing into a deliberate, full-stroke gait that elicits a soft slurping sound from your folds and less subtle moans from your throat. While maintaining control of your recoil with my right hand, I slip the thumb of my left down the part of your cheeks and gather a small glob of the nectar that has spilled from your pussy. I drag it up and onto the forbidden area above the cavity my cock is infiltrating now. I rub the oil from your womanhood into this little rosebud and then plunge my thumb in all the way, till my palm rests again on your ass. A sharp yelp is your only response, and I increase the tempo of our dance again slightly, violating you now twice as much. I alternate the insertions, first withdrawing my thumb and submerging my member, then reversing the configuration. We build momentum as abandon again takes over your actions.
As we both rise to a crescendo, my digit lodged in your rectum, my fuck-stick lodged in your pussy, you lunge back against these invaders, entombing them even further. The semen boils within my reservoirs and I can feel the distinctive constricting of your insides as we reach the edge of eternity. Your eyes roll back in their sockets and guttural screams now rise from you, signaling the pending explosion. My testicles churn and my cock becomes a cannon, discharging volley after volley of my scalding seed into your depths. Simultaneously, your hot, slick cunt begins to convulse uncontrollably, sucking my erupting scepter into your smoldering core. We are frozen momentarily in time as the waves of lust wash over us. You have now received your sacrament, and I remove the method of delivery, allowing the aftershocks within you to expel small streams of cum from your punished gash. I mercifully push you, lifeless, back to the mattress. Rest now my adoring whore, for you are now infected with your Masters essence, which even now seems to course through the whole of you.
The storm rages outside your window with fierce howls like that of a Banshee. The eye of the night is hidden from view and the glow of candlelight is your sole source of illumination. It has been two nights since I have come to you looking to quench my lust at your expense. Other obligations have kept me away, but as I enter your chamber on this eve, my carnal urges renewed, I intend to alleviate them within your depths. With measured strides I cover the distance from the threshold to where you sit at the vanity stroking your locks. The brush falls from your grasp as I sweep you upward, firm hands under your arms, until your supple breasts are before my eyes. The linen covering them falls aside, and I am at once consuming the flesh of your right tit, voraciously, as if attempting to remove the nipple from its perch. As I inhale the fruit of your chest, I cradle your lovely ass in my right arm, drawing you closer still, and make my way to what will become the alter of your rebirth.
As we near the bedside, I free you from my grasp, both ass and breast, and release you to the mattress below. As you recover from your short plummet, I tug at the drawstring securing my linen trousers and let them pool at my ankles, exposing the turgid tool with which I seek to disembowel you. A single step and I am again upon you, ripping the gossamer tunic to expose you fully, and this time targeting your left breast for my assault. Raspy moans begin to emanate from your core, as I forcibly taste the taut skin of your bust, rolling my tongue over its tip. My godhood presses firmly against your shorn folds, the slick effusion from within you coating it in preparation.
I rise from my place atop you and admire the scene before me, your petite frame laid flat, your firm breasts protruding from your chest and reddening from the mauling, the gentle curve of your hips, your shapely legs parted, your waiting entrance exposed and quivering. "Pleasure yourself, my fallen angel," is the command, and any remaining inhibition dissolves as your hand slides to your center, reenacting the interludes you steal in my absence. Humiliation suits you, as is evident by the swelling of your lips and the fervor of your caressing. Perversion fuels my voyeurism as I gaze in silence, then as you near the end of your self- inflicted journey, I am again between your thighs. I guide the bell end of my cock from the tip of your spine, over the gateway to your bowels, and up between the engorged curtains of your womanly window, all the while you pushing yourself towards bliss. I slide the head up and down over your opening anointing it with your feminine fluids. As the rising waves of ecstasy begin to overtake you, I add to the swell by launching my cock fully into your twitching grip. You have the feel of a squeezing fist as I penetrate you again and again, shoving you closer to the far side of your silk clad alter with every powerful thrust.
The orgasm inside you reaches its peak, the nerves of your cunt afire, the hammering of my shaft forcing your innards to spew forth their creamy contents in loud squelching bursts, and your sinewy stems wrapped about my waist. As the rolling tides of orgasm slowly start to retreat, your well lathered body is affronted anew as I hoist your knees over my shoulders, remove my angry purple rod, lower its trajectory a bit, and ease its well greased length into your virgin orifice. Your mouth forms a silent scream, and your nails dig into my arms, as my rigid serpent snakes inside this forbidden alleyway. The scruff of my well-groomed cock beard scours your tender pussy, the rim of your rear passage clinging to every vein encircling my member, and the sack below it coming to rest between the rounds of your ass. A newfound sensation grows internally, as I glide in and out of you, slowly at first to allow your tunnel to adapt, then quicker as the muscles relax. After a spell, the shock subsides, and you begin to feel the tingle of Nirvana well up again. After roughly the time required for both halves of an hourglass to be equally full, I release the backs of your legs from my grasp and allow them to fall from my chest to the sheets, again changing angle of entry, and restoring your manicured gash to my line of sight. My cock is on the verge of detonation, so I command you to spread your slippery lips wide so that I might see your core, then release the first few rounds of steaming semen into your ass before extruding it to extract the remainder of my ball sauce onto, and into, your hungry, gaping twat.
The geyser of cum onto your open lips and throbbing cunt-button are the catalyst for rapture, as you again surpass the edge of reality. I can see the muscles of both your entrances convulse, the grunts and squeals of abandon emitting from you, as if you were possessed. After what seems like an eternity, the fibers of your being relax, and you once more come to rest on your pyre of lust. Instinct brings you to a fetal position, chilled now, and spent. As the warmth of the gift I have left within you begins to fade, and fatigue returns to you, I snuff the candles, pet your sweat-soaked tresses for a bit, then leave you, mercifully, to the Sandman.
The next day brings the sound of gulls and crashing waves. Newly washed garments have been provided for you, and I wait at the base of the stairs for you to emerge from your chambers. This week of domination must come to a close and I will now release you back to the world you normally inhabit, the world of high rise offices, Starbuck's, and designer suits. The newfound darkness growing in your heart, and the fond feelings of humiliation will return you again and again to my embrace, but for now, you will be left with memories of your servitude. For what it's worth, you served me well, and your vigor will be hard to replace. That said, it is time for you to take your leave.
Farwell my amorous toy…
