by Aaron Evans
He walked toward the camera, turning it off as we passed. I relaxed, and was almost dozing before we made it to his bed.
3
Master Victor’s room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of candles. Master Victor loved candlelight, and his room was always awash with it. He took me into his king sized bed, and lay my naked body down amongst his plush bedding. He held me and we gently dozed for a couple of hours.
“Rest for a bit, pet.” I snuggled into his warmth.
When he awoke me, I knew exactly what he needed.
“Little toy,” his voice was a whisper. “I need you to show me what your mouth is for, sweetness.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I grinned sleepily. I loved servicing him. I loved being his fuck toy.
I started slowly, knowing the kind of attention he deserved. His cock stood proud and thick. I adored everything about it, his rich, smooth skin, the way he smelled, the solid feel of him in my hand.
I smiled at him, and began to bathe him with my tongue.
I licked to the base of his shaft, and teased his balls while he groaned and murmured obscenities.
I worshipped the head, tonguing and suckling on him, moaning as I slid him into my throat.
I tasted my way from his smooth, round tip, to the musky salt of his heavy balls, and underneath to the softest skin he had. The entire time, I cooed and sighed with pleasure.
Eventually, of course, his hands found their way to my hair again. He twisted his fingers into my black locks, and began to pump his thickness in and out of my mouth. I could scarcely breathe, but I did not care. Nothing mattered, nothing except the taste and smell of my Master. I was his to fuck, however he wished.
"Oh, my good little girl. Do you like the way your Daddy's cock tastes?"
"Mmm," was all I could say, but words weren't required. I devoured him, taking all of him as far down my throat as I could.
“Are you ready for me to use your sweet cleft again, little toy?”
I reluctantly pulled my mouth off of his hardness to babble happy acquiescence. “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. I belong to you Daddy. You can do whatever you wish.”
Slowly, inexorably, he pulled my mouth up to his face.
"You're a good girl." He leaned upward, kissing me again. His other hand wrapped around my throat. Gently, he squeezed, simply feeling my pulse as his tongue pushed its way in my mouth. I whimpered.
"You are right, of course. You belong to me, and I will play with your whenever I please." He released my throat and lay back. "Now spin that pretty ass around so I can reach your sweetness, and show Daddy how a good girl sucks cock."
“Yes, Sir.” I moved so I was at a ninety degree angle to his body, with my ass arched in the air. I lowered my head and swallowed him again.
He traced his large fingers along my stomach, reaching between my legs. I moaned around his cock as his expert fingers began to caress my wetness. I pulled my mouth back from him.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I was already so wet. “Thank you!” I ground my hips backwards against him.
Chuckling darkly, he moved his fingers away from me.
"No, little toy. I’ll touch you as I please. You should be focused upon serving my cock. "
I sighed. ”Yes, Sir.”
He twisted his fingers back into my hair.
It was amazing. He savagely took my mouth, fucking me with no concern for my breath or my poor jaw. Within seconds, I was drooling around his thickness. It was difficult to breathe, but I didn't care. His fingers were magic. As he took my mouth, he rubbed his hand faster and faster. I couldn't moan or sigh with him in my throat, but I'm certain my hips spoke volumes. I felt the wetness run from me, and down my thighs and over his hand.
I groaned my mounting desire.
He pulled my mouth off of his hardness. “Were you saying something, little toy?”
“Oh fuck, Daddy. Your fingers.…”
He was going to make me come again.
I was dripping, honey heavy, and I felt the edge of the wave, deep in my body. He must have known, as he eased off.
"Not yet, little toy. Daddy needs you to be a good girl first."
"Yes, Sir.” I took his thickness in my hand and eased my mouth off of him. Slowly, I began to bathe his balls with my tongue as I stroked him.
"Yes. That's my baby." He started to move his fingers again, and my hips began to buck and writhe. “Lick my balls, you little bitch. You show Daddy how a little fuck toy likes you worships cock. "
"Yes, Sir." I smiled as I squeezed his shaft and began to lick in earnest, tasting his salty musk. Master Victor sighed and moaned as I moved lower.
"There's a good girl." My tongue crept down as I brought my other hand around his cock. Twisting and pumping with both hands, I began to hungrily tongue my Daddy.
"Oh, fuck, Tasia, that's it. Milk Daddy's cock." His fingers were making me dizzy, and but I focused, enthusiastically tonguing him. He loved it. I could feel his cock beginning to pulse in my hand.
"Oh, Tasia. Oh, my baby girl. That's it. That's how a good girl fucks." He gasped, and lurched upwards. "YES. OH, Tasia, you- YES!!!"
I twisted my hands around his shaft, feeling his heat pour over my hands and his stomach. I kept licking him, feeling his cock pulse as he came.
God, I was so close. I was panting and whimpering. My voice was kitten-soft, but it was all I could manage.
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you for your come." My own breath caught. I was going to come soon. I glanced up. He was a reclining god, looking at me, his seed all over his stomach. Moaning and whimpering I began to lick it off of him as the wave of my desire loomed ever higher, threatening to break over me any moment.
"Thank you, Daddy. Oh God. Your come belongs in-,” I gasped for breath, needing it to finish my sentence, “-inside of me, Daddy." I lapped it off of his body, like a hungry puppy. My hips seemed to thrust of their own accord. I moaned as I licked his seed from his stomach.
"Such a good girl." He chuckled.
His words were like sweet rum. As I tongued the last of his come from his body, the wave crested. I began to wail.
"Daddy! Oh... oh fuck!" I almost screamed. “Master Victor, I need to come. Please please please…”
He pulled his hand away, and slapped me on the ass, three quick times. “Shut up, you little bitch.” His voice was tinged with danger. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
Then, his fingers rubbed faster. It was dizzying. I could feel my wetness trickling all over his hand
Every muscle in my body was taut. I couldn’t help it. As I started to come, my hips thrust back and forth against his fingers.
“Daddy!”
He chuckled and caressed the side of my face with his other hand. "It's time for you to come, little Tasia.”
I screamed his name.
It felt as if every secret dream I ever had poured from me and ran down my trembling legs. My body lurched, and buckled, and every muscle in my body was trembling.
“Oh, Daddy. Thank you! Thank you for making me your toy, Daddy…”
My words trailed off into nonsense as I collapsed onto his chest. I was panting like an animal on the run from the hunt.
He stroked my back, and told me to rest; to sleep.
That was the last time I was touched by a man, until the party.
I would never be the same, after that.
An Autumn Morning
The following days were dull, like long rainy afternoons. Master Victor was unavailable, getting the house ready for New Year’s Eve. I spent the time in my room, and getting caught up on writing projects. I’ll admit most of the time was me in my robe, with no make-up, drinking coffee and typing away.
Decidedly unsexy.
I got so swept up in typing out Passion’s Choice that I lost track of days.
When New Year’s Eve actually arrived, I was awakened by Autumn. She sat on the edge of my bed and ran her hand up my leg.
“Mm mph.” I'm always a little bleary in the morni
ng.
She leaned over, and whispered coyly in my ear. "Time to wake, little puppy.” I must have mumbled something incoherent, because she chuckled. “Come on now.” Her fingers danced their way along my naked thigh, and up to my breast. I rolled over, and she sighed. "We have a long day ahead."
I opened my eyes, and then promptly groaned and shut them against the light. Oh, I wanted more sleep. With Autumn I knew I had little choice, however. She was almost as demanding of my time as Mater Victor was, and just as willing to punish me. I sat up, blinking against the sunlight in my window, and looked at her.
"There's a good girl." She caressed the side of my face. “It's a big night, and I have been informed that I need to educate you about our New Year’s gathering.” She spoke with no small amount of irritation. I assumed that Master Victor had taken her to task over the fact that just a few days ago I had no idea that this party was even occurring.
I blushed at her tone. "I apologize, Mistress Autumn."
She sighed and pushed her hair from her face. She was full on blonde again, and had a braid going down her back. Autumn colored her hair fairly constantly, but it looked as if for the party she was going with her natural color. This morning she complimented the blonde with a black satin camisole.
"You're going to make it up to me, little puppy." She grinned wickedly.
I blushed. “Yes, Mistress.”
She pulled her fingers through my hair, and tightened. She pulled my face an inch from hers. "Show me how a good puppy greets her Mistress.”
I gingerly stuck out my tongue, and traced it along the side of her face.
“More, little girl. Be my good puppy.”
I licked her faster. I hated it when she made me lick her face or feet. She giggled.
“Good girl. Let’s take a moment and put that pretty mouth to use, and then we'll talk.”
It wasn't a question. Autumn never asked if she could do anything. As long as I wore Master Victor’s collar, and he was not around, I was hers to use as she desired. "Yes, Mistress."
She smiled, and reached for the drawer by my bed. "Good girl. Let's see how else you can please me with your pretty pink tongue." She opened the drawer, and pulled out the pair of clover clamps that Master Victor had left there.
I winced upon seeing them.
"Do a good enough job and you won't have to wear these for very long."
I shuddered. Those clamps were particularly painful. She saw me shudder and grinned.
“You don’t like these on your pretty tits, do you little ‘Tasia?”
“No, Mistress Autumn.”
She traced a perfect fingernail up my side, and gently pinched a nipple. Her blue eyes caught mine.
“You know I love playing with your tits, don’t you, little puppy?”
I whimpered as she rolled my nipple between her fingers. My breath caught. “Yes, Mistress Autumn, I know.” Less than two days after I had come to Master Victor’s, she had tied me to a St. Andrew’s cross and whipped my breasts with a scourge. She would wait until I was screaming, and then hold a vibrator to me and kiss me. Before I came, she would remove it and whip me some more.
I spent five hours on that cross. Five hours before she and Lydia took me off the cross, held me down, and fucked me at the same time with strap on dildos, Autumn in front, Lydia behind. When I came, finally, I screamed and saw stars. My entire body convulsed. I begged and cried, but they were relentless.
I slept for most of the next day.
“Good.” She reached out for the other nipple, and gently pinched that one as well. She twisted them both, pulling me closed to her. I gasped. I could smell fruit on her breath.
She smiled. “Little puppy, we’ve discussed the rules of Master Victor’s parties. I remember the day I told you about New Year’s.” She turned a cheek to my mouth, and twisted my nipples. Whimpering, I licked her face. She pinched harder and I gasped.
"Yes, Mistress. I’m certain you did."
“Good girl. Lie down." She let my nipples go, and I gasped as feeling returned to them.
I lay back into the soft white cloud of my bed. Autumn stood up and walked to the front of the bed, and then threw one leg over my face. This was her favorite position. Two days out of five she would come to me, just like this, and use my mouth on a whim.
Of course, she had no panties on, and so I was immediately engulfed in her delicious musk. As were all of Victor’s girls, she was completely shaved and waxed.
She smelled delicious. I hated that my mouth practically watered for her, but it did. I loved the taste of her cream.
She settled backwards sideways straddling my mouth while she faced the foot end of the bed. I started to lean upwards, to taste her sweetness.
Then, she slapped my left breast. HARD. I cried out.
"You know what your mouth is for, don't you, little Tasia?" Before I could reply, before I could lean my tongue into her tangy sweetness, and I felt the fire of one of the clamps on my right nipples. I whimpered, and but did not cry out.
"That's a good girl. It won't matter if you cry anyway." She attached the other, and now twin spikes of pain were centered in my poor breasts.
“Do you like being my bitch, Tasia?” She pulled on the chain that attached the clips. This time, I did cry out.
“Yes, Mistress. I love being your bitch,” I gasped out.
She laughed. "Eat me. Do a good job and I'll take them off. "
Words didn’t matter. I began to devour Autumn.
2
Even though she was often cruel to me, I loved pleasing Mistress Autumn. I loved the way her voice went from commanding to husky, and then finally to soft, high pitched sequels as her desire came to fruition. Today, she was riding my face in earnest, and smearing her honey all over my lips and chin. My nose hurt from where she was grinding her pubic bone against it. Once, she accidentally ground down on one of my teeth. Instantly she stopped. I whimpered, knowing what I had done.
Slowly, Autumn removed herself from my face. She stepped to the side of the bed, holding onto the chain the entire time, keeping it taut.
“You know what you did.”
I nodded, whimpering. “Please, Mistress….”
She held up a hand. “I will either pull these off, making their teeth bite you, making your nipples bleed…” She pulled tighter, showing me. I shook my head violently, begging with my eyes.
She smiled. “…or I will slap your pretty fucking face for letting your teeth graze me.” She smiled at me. “Which is it, little bitch?”
I didn’t want either one, but the choice was obvious. Slowly, softly, I whispered, “Slap my face, Mistr—”
“I can’t hear you.” She pulled the chain tighter.
I screamed at the sudden fire. “Slap my whore face, Mistress! Show me how I need to worship your cunt! Please!”
She let the chain drop, drew her arm back, and slapped me as hard as she could. It rocked my head backwards. I was instantly crying.
“Shut up. You know you deserved that.”
“Yes, Mistress.” I was sobbing, like a child.
“Would you like another chance?”
“Y…Yes, Miss…Mistress.” I sniffed. “Please allow me t…to service you w…with my mouth.”
She leaned closer to my face, inches away. I licked her cheek in supplication. Her voice was a bladed whisper.
“If you let your teeth touch me again today, I will torture you. There will be no teasing. I will pour hot wax inside you. I will tie you in the closet, and attach bricks to these clamps, and then leave you there until morning. You will spend the next week in the restrooms, cleaning every one of the Master’s girls after they use the toilet. Do you understand?”
I was bawling with terror. She simply waited, watching me with hawk eyes.
“Y…Yes Mistress. I understand.”
“Now eat my fucking pussy.” She straddled me again.
I licked her with a passion, devoting every ounce of what I was to pleasing her.
Slowly, she relaxed, cooing and moaning as I serviced her. As I pleasured her, she slowly and certainly pulled harder and harder on the nipple clamps. It was as if they were reins. As she pulled on my poor pink nipples I whimpered and begged, and but she just laughed.
"Such a good little dog.” Her voice was breathy. “This is what you need, little whore. You need me to walk in here in the mornings and use your mouth, don't you? "
All I could make were sounds of acquiescence, and but it was enough. She pulled a touch harder, and I cried out, tears coming.
“Your pain makes me so wet, little ‘Tasia.” It was true. Her juice was running all over me. Autumn rocked back and forth on my face, making soft moaning and whimpering noises.
“This is your life now, little bitch. You are my fuck toy. I will use and discard you at my whim.”
I bore down on her, working my tongue as hard as I could. Her breath caught, and I felt her muscles grow tense.
"Not so fast, little puppy." She shifted herself forward, and began to pull on the chains in earnest. I cried out. Those HURT. My nipples were on fire. She slid herself down my body, and brought her fingers to her pussy.
"Time to eat my ass, little whore.”
I was crying loudly by this point; the pain on my breasts was so fierce. “Yes Mistress A..Autumn.” I stuck my tongue out and began.
“Yes. YES. Eat my ass while I come on you, little bitch."
I tongued Autumn’s sweetness while she rocked back and forth, her fingers flying between her own thighs.
"That's it. Oh….” I loved the sound of her voice. “Little puppy, that's a good girl." She seemed giddy.
I moaned hungrily. The pain and endorphins had driven me over the edge. I loved her. I loved eating her.
"God damn, honey.” She whimpered. “Lick me while- oh, God, yes.” Her nub was so wet; she was practically splashing herself over my chest. “Just like that. Oh, FUCK. ‘Tasia, you… you fucking little dirty bitch. Oh, shit! "
She started to scream.
"FUCK! OH FUCK! YOU DIRTY BITCH!!” I pushed my tongue as far into her as I could.
“OH, OH, OH, OH....”
