Kinky Domme Master: I Am Faithful

I belong to my kinky domme Master

 

I am my kinky domme Master’s little subby, I do wholeheartedly mean it.  From the moment he wanted to purchase a collar and leash for me, I knew this was the start of something special. We went to the store together to pick out the perfect set. You can’t go wrong with something as classic as a black leather collar and chain leash. When I saw it there on the rack I knew it was the one for me. I felt impatient and wanted to wear it out of the store, but Master said I must wait. During the drive home, I kept thinking about how much fun we were about to experience!

He instructed me to undress and get on my knees. When I did that, he walked over and put the leather collar around my neck. My nerves rose a bit, but I was more excited than anything for what was to come next. Then he attached the chain leash. When it touched my skin, it felt cold, but I didn’t mind. It was so interesting how I instantly felt like I was going into “subby play mode” at that moment. I was no longer “Vanessa” as he or I knew it, but instead something else wilder. Still, I felt a calling to be obedient to my kinky domme Master. Pleasing him was the only thing I wanted to do.

He undressed himself, exposing his hard cock to me as he sat down in a chair in our living room. Then he instructed me to crawl over to him on my hands and knees. A wave of arousal washed over me as I crawled to him.

So there I was, on my hands and knees, waiting for my kinky domme Master’s next command.

As he sat in his comfy chair, his erect cock was sticking straight at me. Dripping and twitching. My mouth watered the more I looked at it in all its glory. He grabbed and tugged on my leash and commanded me to suck his throbbing cock. And again, out of nowhere, a bark uttered from my lips. My sexual appetite grew as I first lapped up the precum that dripped from his head down to his shaft. He tugged on my leash again, forcing his cock into my warm, wet mouth. I felt his shaft jump while in my orifice.

My wild side grew and refused to subside. I was making animal-like noises while I pleasured my kinky domme Master. Panting and sticking my tongue out in sheer excitement when I wasn’t sucking him off. I could see on his face how turned on he was by his sexy little pet. Making him happy gave me such exquisite pleasure! At that moment, I felt so feral. I couldn’t be tamed unless it was by him. No one would be able to control me. Only my Owner could do that to me. This bond we have is special and I knew it right then. So, I was hungry for his sticky, warm load. I desperately needed it.

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