Joseph

 

 

 

She’s waiting for me, kneeling with her thighs spread wide, her perky ass resting on her ankles, her back arched, chest forward, her head held high, and her eyes lowered. Her hands are resting palms-up on her thighs. The perfect pose of the pleasure slave.

When I close the door behind me, I can see her wince, her eyelashes fluttering as I approach her. Nothing suggests that today would be any different than the days before. She has been waiting like this for me every single day, just as I told her to. Her eyes are lowered, her body tense with anticipation, and she averts her eyes like she always does.

Nothing is different today than it was yesterday, or the day before.

Until I touch her.

When I lean forward to caress the powdered skin on her cheek, she doesn’t flinch away like she did before. Instead, she leans into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she welcomes me.

My heart skips a beat, realization blossoming in my chest, as I understand what this means.

She’s ready.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

She obediently lifts her eyes up to me. Like every day, she had no trouble following her orders to get ready for me. She’s showered, shaved, smelling like a delicate flower, and her face is painted with the make-up I laid out for her. However, today she looks different than usual. I never gave her any instructions as to what I like on a woman’s face, but trusted her own judgment on what would look good on her. Until now, she’s opted for a subtle look, only emphasizing her natural features, and not turning her face into a mask.

Today, the black lines around her eyes are drawn out longer, adding a seductive and almost cat-like look to her face, especially as her lips are painted in blood red. She almost looks like a different person, and I’m not sure if I like it.

But I know what she’s trying to tell me.

She’s completely naked, only wearing the collar I gave her on the first day. I took off the leash earlier today, after bringing her breakfast, so she could eat and get ready for me. She never knows when I’ll be back, but she knows that I will be back, and she knows that I will play with her.

Today, it seems, she has something else on her mind. She’s trying to play me.

An entire week. It’s never taken me this long to shove my cock inside the pussy that’s mine. I never had to wait this long. With Ruby, anything else would have felt wrong.

She looks like the epitome of a sex goddess, her plush lips pouting ever so slightly while she bats her eyelashes at me.

“You look hungry,” I say, as I hold her chin between my thumb and index finger, forcing her to maintain eye contact with me. “Starved for cock. Is that what you are?”

She blushes and tries to look away, but I don’t let her. Her reaction calls my cock to attention. Within a moment, it’s yearning to be buried inside of her. It only gets worse as I realize that today will finally be the day when that happens.

“Answer me, my pet,” I tell her. “Are you hungry for my cock?”

She bites her lower lip. Killing me.

“Yes, Master,” she breathes. Even the tone of her voice is different today.

I know she’s not a talker. Making her say things she wouldn’t say on her own is part of the game. She needs to admit to being the slut she is for me to fully enjoy her.

“Let’s see what we can do about that,” I say. “Put your hands behind your back, your hands touching your elbows.”

“Yes, Master.”

I make sure she understood the instructions before I walk over to the other room to fetch three hemp ropes from the cabinet. This should do.

She’s familiar with being tied up, but I have never tied her in a proper harness before. I move her hair up to the front so it doesn’t get in the way, and begin tying her up in a simple box tie, restricting her arms by fastening the rope around her upper arms, letting it cross between her breasts at the front and tying her wrists together. It’s a classic tie and one I’ve done a thousand times before, so the motions come to me without even thinking about it. The process itself is highly erotic, serving not only to restrict her movements, but to tease her by playing with her nipples, caressing her skin in sensitive places, causing her to moan as I trace little bites along her neck.

She leans into my embrace, sighing softly every time I fasten the rope around her body. I finish tying the knot at her back, making sure that the rope doesn’t cut into her skin too much anywhere.

“Does this feel good?” I ask her, still kneeling behind her, my arms placed on her shoulders.

She sighs and leans back into me. “Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.”

I can almost feel her heart jump at the words, and a faint smile appears on her face when I plant a kiss on her left cheek. I get up on my feet and stand before her, watching her as she gets accustomed to the feel of the rope around her chest and arms. Her back is arched, because of the strain that’s put on her arms tied at her back, pushing her breasts forward. Her nipples are hard and her breasts stick out even more due to the rope cutting into her flesh around them.

“Very good girl,” I praise her again, reveling in the face she makes when I begin to unfasten my belt.

Her eyes light up with excitement and she quivers, struggling against her restraints.

My rock-hard erection springs free right in front of her face, the tip already glistening with wetness. Her eyes are glued to my cock for a few moments as she takes in its size. I know I’m quite blessed in this regard, but I still enjoy seeing a girl’s eyes light up with amazement and a hint of worry when she see my hard length and girth for the first time.

Ruby pulls her gaze away from my steel rod to look up at me, the sexiest pleading expression evident in her eyes.

I could give her permission and calmly tell her that she’s allowed to suck on it. But I opt to remind her who’s in charge here. I place my hand at the back of her head, grabbing a fist of her hair as I tilt her head back.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” I command her. “Show me how hungry you are, my pet.”

She grimaces in pain as I pull on her hair, but obediently opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue like a bitch in heat.

“Good girl,” I praise her before shoving my length between her lips in one brute motion.