1. How You Became My Slave. Part 2


    Date: 4/29/2017, Categories: BDSM Author: SteveIsaac, Source: LushStories

    I lay you down on the bed and retrieve a soft plush towel from the bathroom. Starting at your shoulders, I begin to slowly towel off your body, gently wiping the beads of water from your soft skin. Your head is still spinning from your orgasm and you close your eyes to savor the feeling of being pampered. You know that it can’t last, fear that it won’t. This is just a phase, no slave gets treated this well, at least not long term. You have been taught that Masters are very controlling and unpredictable. You know better than to allow yourself to feel such comfort, but for the moment you indulge yourself in the pleasure of the soft towel caressing your skin, gliding over your breasts, down your tummy, over your hips with such slow and deliberate movements. You feel me pick up your leg as I run the towel along the outside from your hips to your feet, then parting your legs some as I move the towel up your inner thigh. You feel the petals of your virgin flower open with your legs and you blush when the air greets your wetness. You wonder if you will ever get used to being so exposed. The towel glides softly between your legs, over your womanhood, then back down the other side and down your other leg. I gently roll you over face down, and dry off the back of your legs, your buttocks and back. I turn you around again and tell you to sit up. I have a second towel in my hand, and I hand it to you. “Dry your hair while you watch me dry myself off,” I tell you. My body is still ...
    ... glistening with water droplets. Your eyes follow my towel, as I run it over my arms and shoulders. You enjoy watching my muscles flex and relax as I dry myself. I put the towel over my back, holding a corner in each hand, rubbing the towel side to side to reach every spot on my back. You see my erection swaying out of the corner of your eye and you take a quick look down. You impulsively lick your lips when you see there is a string of pre-cum dripping off the head. You tingle between your legs when you recall watching it drip onto your tongue and the salty taste in your mouth. When you look up again, I have been watching you. Panic shoots through your body when you see the look of displeasure on my face. “You must learn to control your urges,” I scold you. “Yes, please Master,” you whisper while struggling to maintain eye contact. “Stand up,” I order you. You stand facing me and I turn you around. I grab your wrists and pull them back behind you. I press your back forward, causing you to bend at the waist. I push you until your head is resting on the bed and I hold you down against the bed. You hear the nightstand drawer open up, and feel a rope slide over your hands and onto your wrists. I cinch the rope and make several wraps around your wrists and tie it off. I take you by the upper arms and help you stand again and turn you around. “Get on your knees,” I command. “Yes Master,” you whisper, as you lower yourself, obeying immediately. I position myself so that my cock is just ...
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