I love the time I spend as a slave. It’s important to me and it fulfills a deep need I have, but I’m not naturally submissive and it’s not always easy for me to get into the headspace where I am completely subsumed in my Master’s presence, but when it happens, it’s a mystical experience.
Sometimes when I serve Sir, I don’t quite get there. I can follow His orders and I am a good slave to Him, but for whatever reason, I don’t lose myself in Him. I’m too aware of myself, I’m too aware of anything that might be a little uncomfortable or bothering me, I have trouble letting go.
I want to be His slave. I need to be His slave. I want to forget myself and just be His property. Luckily for me, I have an amazing Master who is very good at reading me and pushing me when I need it and backing off when He senses I’m not quite where I need to be. On those days, maybe W/we’ll just talk, or I’ll massage Him or just suck Him. It’s not always a heavy scene.
It had been a few weeks since I had been in His presence. I had been traveling. Sir sent me orders to follow and I of course obeyed them. He sent me some very hot pics of things He wanted to do to me, and He was making me quite excited. When I finally got home and was able to get to Him, I was already primed. But Sir took it slow. He drew it out, increasing my desire to please Him. He was gentle at first. He teased me until I was begging for him to hurt me, but he didn’t. He let me lick His pits and I devoured them. He let me lick His jock strap. I chewed it. I wanted the cock that was hiding underneath. When He finally pulled down His jock, He teased me by keeping His cock just out of reach. Just close enough to lick the head, but not letting me engulf it with my mouth. When He finally allowed it, I sucked His cock like it was manna from heaven. I was down to his balls with little gagging. I was focused like a laser on that cock. It was the only thing I could think about. It didn’t matter what He did to me, I wanted that cock and I wanted to make it happy. I wanted to hear Him moan. After a while, He put me on the bench and fucked me. I wanted Him in me. All I could think about while He fucked me was being a good fuck for Him. While it felt incredible, I only cared if it felt incredible for Him. I didn’t care if He made my pussy sore. It was all about Him. He fucked me hard and long and finally came inside me. He pulled out of my ass and shoved His cock back in my mouth. I greedily cleaned His cock. The taste of His cum and my ass drove me nuts. As I was already on the bench, He went back to my ass and worked it with His fingers until His fist was in me. He stretched me so good and fisted me until I could barely breath.
He wiped my ass, pulled me off the bench and pushed my face to His boots. I licked them until they were spit shined and then worked my way up his legs. I sucked his balls, deeply inhaling His musk. He pulled me up and I sucked his nips. I sucked and kissed wherever he put my face. I was completely lost in Him. I was completely His slave. It was transcendent. When I get in that zone, I truly worship him. It is akin to a religious experience.
He finally grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back so I was staring into His eyes. “You’re really just two holes, slave” he said. Smiling blissfully, all I could say was “Yes Sir, yes it is”.