How You Became My Slave. Part 2 - Sex Stories

How You Became My Slave. Part 2

... frenulum and I moan to show my approval. You run your tongue along the ridges of my head and you want to feel more of me, but I pull myself away from you. “Good girl,” I praise you, “now I want you to lick my scrotum.” I say, directing you to my shorn scrotum with my hands. “Yes Master,” you say, with a smile on your face. “Slowly lick them all over,” I instruct, holding my cock against my body, watching your motions. I moan softly to let you know that you are pleasing me. “Very good, now kiss them.” You softly kiss me all over and your soft lips feel wonderful. “Yes that is nice,” I praise you. “Now add suction when you kiss.” You part your lips some and add suction as instructed, pulling sectors of my skin into your mouth. “Yes, very good,” I moan, “keep doing that and lick.” I immediately feel your tongue sliding over my skin and I moan again to let you know I approve. “Now I want you to continue doing that, but move slowly up my shaft.” I coach as I release my cock. It takes work for you to position your head the right way to pin it against my body, and you strain against the ropes, wishing you had use of your hands. You slowly move up the length of my cock, eager to get the head back into your mouth again. When you get to the frenulum, a stream of pre-cum greets you, and you involuntarily moan when you taste it. “Stand up,” I command. You look me in the eye to see if I am displeased, as you stand up. “Turn around.” “Yes Master.” You feel the ropes binding your arms ...

... being untied. You smile at the thought of continuing your lesson with free hands. “Turn around.” You obey, careful to make eye contact, even though you really want to look down. You are anxious to resume your lesson. “Get down on your knees.” You kneel between my legs again, maintaining eye contact. I take your hands in mine and lay them on top of my thighs. I guide them up and down and then let go and you continue to caress my thighs for a moment. “Now, let me show you how to touch me,” I say, “watch me, and then you try.” You look down and you see my fingers lightly caressing the skin on my scrotum. You move your hand between my legs and replace my hand. Your fingertips lightly explore the contour of my ball sack. You hear me moan with pleasure and it makes you smile. “Yes, that is very nice,” I praise. “Now cup them in your hand, and gently squeeze.” You slide your hand under my scrotum and cup one of my balls in your hand. You are surprised how heavy it feels in your hand and you lift and squeeze it softly. Then you switch to the other and notice that they are slightly different. I guide your other hand to my cock and wrap your hand around the base. I apply pressure around your hand showing you how hard to grip me. “Now, lick my frenulum,” I coach. You guide my cock with your hand to your lips and proceed to lick the underside of the head of my cock. There is something so empowering holding Master’s private parts in your hands, pleasing him so much. You become aware of the ...