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The intimidating smell of leather filled the air around me. It was the only thing I was aware of. Everything else was not present. Just pure darkness. My eyes were covered with the leather blindfold, my hands tied behind my back with a rough rope, which felt sensitive against my skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I closed my teeth around the ball gag which filled my mouth. I could feel the saliva pooling up inside, just any minute it could spill out. The atmosphere was tense and slightly humiliating, even though I was alone in the room. Being here bound, on my knees with my head down, looking into darkness. I didn’t really have a choice. But there was one thing I was most certain of – I felt safe. The one who had left me here for around twenty minutes was certain to be in my presence soon. He is my Dominant. My Master. My Sir. The one who leaves a blanket of safeness around me, even when he is away. I clenched my teeth tighter around the gag, and I felt a little trail of saliva dribble down onto my bear flesh. I was naked except for wearing a small black lace thong and my collar, under Sir’s instructions. What will he do with me tonight? Will he let me touch myself? Will he touch me? Will he punish me? I mentally run through everything in my head these past few weeks that I have done wrong. Only mild bratty moments towards him – that’s fine, right? Although deep down I knew that I would enjoy every single moment of punishment he would give me. No matter how harsh. I heard the click of the door, a few mild footsteps, and then complete silence. He was here. He always does this to me. He doesn’t speak, but I can feel his presence behind me. I’m not sure how close, but he’s there. I can smell his enticing scent, the kind of smell that always makes a rush of heat pool inbetween my legs. I lowered my head a little more, just waiting. Silence. Just his scent, that’s all. A shiver was set across my whole body as I felt his warm touch against my shoulder. His firm yet gentle hand caused me to lift my head up, letting out a quiet muffle from behind the ball gag.  “Pet,” he whispered, in a low hushed voice, breaking the silence. He knew I couldn’t respond, yet he continued, walking round to the front of me, from what I could hear. The footsteps becoming closer. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, precious…” I felt a finger lift up my chin, gently jolting my head upwards. I could feel his warm breath against my face. He was close. But I wanted him closer. I tried to speak through the gag, but once again, all that can be heard was muffled sounds. “…I know you want to feel me. I know you want to touch me. You’ve been aching for a while now, haven’t you? Stay put for now. I’ll give you what you need once I admire my work.” It frustrated me how well he knew me, how he knew what I wanted, knew what I had been thinking about all day. What does he mean by ‘admire his work’? Sir is always coming up with different ways to surprise me and supposedly use me as an art exhibition. I stayed put as Şişli escort he said, and waited. I heard him walk across the room, opening a few drawers from the cabinets, closing them again. Shuffling sounds. He seemed to be looking for something.  The last noise of a drawer shutting followed by some footsteps back over to my direction, had me wondering. It was moments like these that always had me on edge. I could not see. I could not move. I could only rely on sound, smell and instinct. And of course, touch. Although he wasn’t touching me. I could feel him stand in front of me once again. “Keep still now, don’t move. Understand?” I nodded my head, as it was currently my only method of response. I kept my whole body still, even trying to relax my breathing. It was then that I felt something touch me. It wasn’t him. It felt weird. Like a weird, tickling feeling against my chest. It took a little while for me to adjust, but I remained completely still, eventually gathering that this strange feeling object against my skin was infact a pen. …He was writing on me. He seemed to be concentrating at whatever it what he was writing. I could feel the pen trail over my chest, slightly over my breast all the way onto the other. Then the stroke of the pen had ceased, and I heard him put it on the floor. I idly wondered if I was allowed to move, but I knew better to do as I was told, until he said so. I felt him suddenly and slowly remove the blindfold from over my eyes, as I took in the once again familiar scenery. The bedroom was filled with a dim light, the lamps were turned on, but they were the only bit of light in the room. Enough to see everything. I blinked, adjusting my vision, my eyes meeting with my Master’s for a split second, but then upon remembering my place, I was quick to avert my gaze to the floor. He put his hand upon my chin, lifting it up. “No. I want you to look at me. Look at me when I’m admiring how pretty I’ve made you look tonight.” I looked into his eyes. His deep brown, dark eyes. The kind that could pull you in if you stared too long. He was gorgeous as always. He had been at work all day, so he was dressed in a grey suit, wearing my favourite silk tie. I gulped, tempted to look down. I wanted to see what he had written on me. As if the man could read my mind, he stood up, a delicious smirk on his face. I wanted to kiss him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to right now, not when I’m like this. He helped me up, my hands still bound, making sure I don’t stumble and fall over. Walking me over to the long body-length mirror, he placed me directly in front of it. Brushing the hair out of my eyes, and lowering his gaze to the reflection in the mirror. I took a deep breath and stared at my own reflection. Across my breasts, in thick black marker ink, I could see the perfectly written words which read ‘Sir’s Little Slut.’ I felt a surge of redness and embarrassment come over me. I could not hide it. Not from him. “Look at you,” he whispered into my ear, one hand grasped a handful of my Sultangazi escort bayan hair, pulling my head backwards, causing my body to press back against him. I felt something hard dig into my behind. I could feel his arousal from my humiliation, but at least I could hide mine. Or so I thought. Once again, the man had managed to read my thoughts…. One hand held my head back whilst the other slowly trailed up my thigh, teasingly. My mind fell into a sea of pleasure at just the slightest touch from him. I’ve been waiting for this all day. For his hands to be on me. But this wasn’t enough. I silently begged for him to touch me all over. His hand trailed further up my left thigh, and he slowly pulled at the lace material I was wearing. “I love it when you listen to what I say. This is exactly the underwear I wanted you in tonight. Good. I could only imagine what I’d do if you went against my wishes….” His voice trailed off as he pushed against the wet opening. I was already soaking through. I shuffled a bit with all that I could, blissfully bound. He then loosened his grip on my hair, supporting me upright for a second. Lifting up my long hair, he undone the ballgag, letting it fall free from my mouth. He placed it on the bedside table, and then smoothed my hair back with his hands, gently stroking my head. I smiled, acceptingly. I loved this feeling all too much. Cherished. Loved. Wanted. Needed. Adored. We both looked in the mirror at our reflections for a silent minute or for what seemed alot longer. Remembering that I had received his permission for eye contact, my eyes met with him in the mirror. Even through reflection, they manage to pull me in without fail. I bit my lower lip, staring at him. He looked back at me with the same longing.  Placing both hands on my shoulders, standing behind me, he breathed against my ear, “Who owns you…?” I tried to find my voice. I was mesmorised by this beautiful man standing behind me, I was almost obvious of the words. “Yours. Yours, Sir. I’m all yours,” I managed, a faint blush on my cheeks. With that, he brushed his fingers over the black ink on my breasts, smiling proudly. “That’s right, little one. This is why I have written this on you. So you know who you belong to, who’s property you are. …You’re all mine. Is that clear?” Hearing that caused a surge of happiness and warmth to pool up inside me. “Yes, Sir.” I replied, although deep down I knew that I didn’t really need words to know I was his. He has me fully. In every way I want him to. “Get on your knees,” he demanded, in reaction to my acceptance. Without hesitation, I lowered myself onto my knees, him holding onto my shoulders to support me. I looked up at him with pleading wide eyes, wanting. He walked over to the other side of the room and collected my leash which had been hanging on the bedpost. Attaching it through the silver ring on my collar, he looked down at me, as he brushed his hands slowly down the black leather leash, until he grasped the end of it, holding Escort Taksim onto it – not taking his gaze from me. The moment was so intense, I felt like I could have an orgasm right there. As if he could see the want reflected in my eyes, he started to unzip his trousers, pulling his cock out. “I have a little treat for you, my darling.” He whispered quietly, looking down at me with the kind of look that caused me to loose my breath for a few seconds. By now, I knew exactly what was expected from me. I was to allow myself to be used for his pleasure. We’ve been through this many times before, but even now, he made something inside me stir up such excitement. I opened my mouth wide, gesturing for what we both wanted. It was then that he pushed his cock forcefully into my mouth, so far, so far down that I almost choked. I was used to this. My throat had become adjusted to his relentless fucking. I loved the woman he’s shaped me into, I loved myself, and all that he’s taught me. That’s all I remembered in that single moment, as he thrusted in and out of my mouth, making my eyes water without mercy. I moaned around his cock, wanting more of it every second. This was one of favourite treats. Sometimes he’d go days without giving it to me, just to watch me beg and plead. But no, not tonight. Tonight he was fulfilling my needs and cravings, as well as his own. With my hands tied behind my back, I had been deprived power to affect how deep he was going. He possessed all of the control. I used my tongue to lick around the top of him, causing him to groan slightly in pleasure. He grasped a handful of hair from the back of my head, pushing me closer onto his cock. My mouth was pressed tightly around it, taking all of him. “Stick your tongue out, slut,” he breathed, beckoning me to follow his words. I did exactly as I was told, allowing my tongue to hang all the way out of my mouth, whilst he slowly pushed his cock deeper down my throat…. all the way to the bottom. I tried breathing through my nose to regain balance and concentration, holding my position for a few seconds, until my natural reaction hit me and pulled me back up, causing me to choke a little. A long trail of saliva hung from his cock to my mouth, dribbling onto the floor. We both knew we didn’t care in this moment. Our play time always contained some sort of filthy mess. Usually it was me, at the end of it. “Good girl,” he said, patting my head in an adoring way, as if I was a pet. I nuzzled against his arm, endearingly. Those two words always got to me, no matter how many times he’s said them. The moment of affection suddenly changed without notice. He slapped me hard across the face, ramming his hard cock back into my mouth. “I didn’t tell you to stop sucking. Keep your mouth on my cock like an obedient little whore.” He tugged on my leash as he fucked my mouth, and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused at the scene that was taking place. The wetness inbetween my legs was becoming even more intense. Reaching down he brushed his fingers against the opening of my cunt, causing me to whimper a little, my mouth still around him. I eagerly pushed my hips towards his fingers, wanting more than just a simple touch. He knew this. But still he continued to tease me.

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