Her Master's Command

by Sabrina Armstrong

  “My cock hasn’t been the same since,” the wizard mused playfully “it’s so much larger now.”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. This man had been touched by the Master himself and I believed that I could forge a connection straight to the source through him. I moved like a tigress wrenching down his pants until his massive cock was on full display.

  It didn’t matter to me that he was twice my age I pounced on his cock with my open mouth, gratefully licking and sucking at all the places the master’s hands had been. It was my offering to him for his wonderful story. I worked his shaft with my hands while my lips and tongue slid over his sensitive head. I tried to move slowly but the excitement of the moment had me at my whit’s end. I found myself hungry for him and quickly eased the length of his huge rod into my throat. I worked him fast, deep-throating him until his massive cock leapt further down my throat and I felt the familiar twitch of his muscular thighs right before his come splashed against the back of my throat.

  By the time I got up, his cock had gone limp and was out cold.

  I knew he’d be out for a while and my curiosity was piqued so I started to look around. Cursory searches in the living room, dining room and kitchen left me no clues to lead me to Him. By the time I got to his bedroom, I started to give up hope. It wasn’t until I opened his closet did my luck start to turn.

  “The laces,” I whispered as my eye soaked them in. I wanted them like I’d never wanted anything else I my entire life. I wanted to possess them with as much as I wanted to be possessed by their original owner. Magic drew my hands forward to take hold of them and it was magic that moved through me as I closed my eyes and pulled the laces off the hanger. Taking them was wrong.

  Very wrong.

  And I knew the blow job I’d given the old wizard was hardly the kind of compensation that would satisfy stealing a magical object.

  With the laces in my hand I found a piece of paper and quickly wrote down a spell that the old man could use to draw his lost lover back to him. With any luck he’d have his beloved Domme pegging his ass before tomorrow was done. Before I set the spell on the coffee table and rubbed pressed it to skin and charged off a little of the spell onto it just for luck. The wizard stirred a little in his sleep and I figured it was my signal to leave so I closed my eyes and thought, “Disappear.”

  When I opened them again, I was in my hotel room just inside the door.

  After setting about enchanting the room again for privacy and against uninvited guests, I placed the laces on the bed and stared at them. In the back of my head I told myself that the only thing I was guilty of was trying to return the Master’s property to him. It was a clumsily constructed lie that anyone would be able to see through if they pressed me but I didn’t care.

  I knew the instant I’d seen them that the laces were the key to finding the Master. All I had to do now was seek out the third witch and get her to talk.

  *****

  With the laces wrapped around my waist like a makeshift belt I hit the street dressed for trouble. I tried a few of the newer places on my list without much success. It wasn’t until I decided to duck into a place that wasn’t on my list that I realized I was on to something.

  Stepping inside the change in atmosphere in the pub was immediately recognizable. It wasn’t the kind of dreary picture the first witch had painted or the washed out pub slinging chili and hot sauce where I met the wizard. There was live music and even livelier patrons. The performer was a sexy lyricist playing acoustic guitar perched atop a bar stool.

  Before the close of her first set I knew she was the reason the place hummed with energy and it became clear she would not play in the background. Her music set the scene and became the foreground. She was the main topic of conversation at every table and she reveled in it.

  Her music was magic.

  The enthusiastic clapping made me realize her set was over. I looked up from my thoughts and caught her eye. I gestured that she join me. The bartender saw her nod and sent her regular to the table along with a vodka gimlet for me.

  “You perform beautifully.” I said as she sat down across the table.

  “Thank you.”

  “The way this crowd responds to you, I wonder whether you play this place a lot. They seem to know you.”

  She blushed and wrapped her hand around her drink. “I play a lot of different places. I’ve played this place a few times, but I’ve always found that, when I give myself to the performance, the crowd will always be there with me.”

  “Do you find a lot of men want to take you home at the end of the night?” I asked the question and leaned in to touch the back of her hand with my finger.

  She sat straight up, a smile moving over her lovely face. “They try but I mostly go home with women,” She whispered “I might take the occasional man home but I’m a bit of a slave to my personal preferences.”

  I stared at her and wondered what kind of spell she’s woven around her that made people feel so compelled to lavish her with their praise and attention. If we weren’t sitting right in the middle of the room with all eyes turned toward us I would have asked her about it. “How many more sets will you play?” I chose the safer way out.

  “Just one more.” She stood up and nodded to the stage manager. “I’ll only be playing for about another hour or so If you’d like to see the whole set.”

  “I’ll be enjoying you from here,” I said and picked up the pick she’d left on the table. It was a bold move on my part but I gave it a firm squeeze and dropped it into her hand

  She smiled as the pick came to rest in the center of her palm and I knew she’d be taking me home with her when the hour was up.

  Cutting her set short she played the next 45 minutes with hard driving perfection. There were no more covers. Everything was original work inspired by her rock idols and her own experiences. Her lyrics were woven together in chords of her own stitching. The rhythmic picking pulsed euphoria through the

  guitar’s six vibrating strings casting wave after wave of happiness that released the revelers of their inhibitions as they danced. Men wanted to fuck her and women wanted to be her.

  I my case, I wanted both.

  Buffeted by the adoring crowd after her set, we made our way out of the pub. Once the street she locked her arm in mine and whispered, “Thank you” in my ear before kissing me.

  “For what?” I laughed as her soft lips moved away from mine.

  “I know what you did tonight. I know what you are. To be honest, I knew you were coming. I saw it. I think you’ll find, however, I will not tell you my story of Him as easily as others,” She sighed and propelled us along the busy street. “I was not some one night stand or someone looking to be healed. My story is that of love, which are feelings rather actions, which I’m sure you’re more used to.”

  “Will you tell me anything?” I asked, my heart sinking with each step I took.

  “One must take their own twisted journey of love - based on personal and observed experiences - to shape their own future with it. It must be difficult for you?”

  What was she talking about?

  “You’re wondering how I know so much about you. Sometimes my music allows me to see the future. Well... not so much to see as to feel, but I’ve been learning this gift my whole life and I see what I feel pretty easily now.”

  “And what have you felt for me?” I asked.

  There had been long pauses in our conversation as we walked up and down the hilly streets of Portland. Finally, we stopped. By the sounds of things we had walked to a night club with based-up Latin music and the smell of burning leaf.

  “I felt dancing was in your future, so here we are.” She motioned me into an open door.

  In a moment we had checked our coats and were on the dance floor. The band played a Bachata song whose familiar beat had my hips leading hers in unison. My forward leg edged between her open thighs. I could feel wet cunt swell through the thin layer of fabric barely. As we danced hot bead
s of sweat began to form on my exposed skin, she as touching every exposed inch of me, drinking in what my skin had to offer her until I felt her pussy pulse and spill her warmth against my leg.

  “Oh,” she sighed in my ear nearly collapsing upon me. “We need more privacy.”

  Holding my bare hand in hers, she pulled me up the stairs in the back of the club. We pressed past lovers on the stairs whose passions grew as we passed. At the top of a second flight, she led me through a barely recognizable steel door.

  Her apartment was spectacular. The moment the door closed, I no longer heard the pounding beats of Batchata. I barely had time to take in my surroundings before she began to undress.

  “Take off your clothes.” She demanded.

  “I’m not sure you want that much of my skin exposed. No one has ever been with me completely naked. The exposure to that will overpower you.” I stammered and tried to pull away from her wandering hands.

  She gave a sweet laugh and touched her finger to my lips. “Based on how I wielded your powers through my pick tonight and pulled you by your bare hand up the stairs, I am willing to bet I may be able to redirect it back to you. Has no one figured out how to do that yet?”

  “No.” I stood in front of her like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi. No one had ever asked me that before and no one had bothered to make it past the effect of my skin touching them. “Never.”

  “Well, why don’t we give it a try and see what happens.” She purred.

  I liked her determination and carefully slipped the laces off my waist and held them for a long moment. They were too precious to me to simply discard with the rest of my things.

  “Are those His?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “I hadn’t noticed before. I never thought I’d see them again.”

  “So you know them?”

  “The Master has a wide selection of restrains but these are of particular use to him. I’m sure he’ll reward you fully for bringing them back to him.”

  “I stole them,” I stammered and pulled my dress over my head. I felt my skin tighten against the cool temperature of the apartment. My nipples hardened at the vulnerability of my naked state. “I know it was wrong but I had to do it. They were in a closet of a wizard the Master had been with. I don’t know, I thought they might help me to find him.”

  “You are a smart little witch,” she whispered “smart and beautiful. The Master will know exactly what to do to you. He’ll be driven to make sublime such a beautifully unsatisfied witch.”

  “Realy?”

  “Yes,” she smiled and bit her full, lush lip. “Now, put the laces down so I can pay you on your back and eat that pretty little pussy of yours,” she murmured and moved close enough that our bodies touched.

  “Like this?” I asked as I can down.

  “Spread your legs,” She ordered “You’re not allowed to be shy with me.”

  “Perfect,” she sighed as she lowered herself over me “I’ve been wanting to taste you since I saw you sitting in the bar.” She eased a teasing finger over the naked lips of my cunt and laughed when I shivered with delight. “Do you feel that?” She asked. “It’s like a reflection of the energy coming off you. It makes me wet just thinking about it.”

  I took a deep breath and let my head fall back. “It feels so good.” I groaned and moved my hips into her waiting hand.

  “Do you want to taste me too?” She asked.

  “Yes, please.” I moved to get up but her hands held me steady while she expertly slid her body halfway up mine and turned herself around so her lovely cunt was presented to my face. It was a beautiful sight. “You’re so pretty.” I murmured and pulled her higher until the lips of her mound met my mouth. I felt her body shiver as my tongue ran along the seam of her center and pressed. We moved easily, I cupped her ass and squeezed, her sensitive inner thighs pressed softly against the sides of my face. I began to massage her tender ass. I pressed my thumbs to spread her wide apart. I felt her hands slide underneath my own ass and spread my angle my thighs so she had full access.

  With one hand she eased open the wet lips of my pussy and slid her thumb just inside. Slowly she began to rub against my g-spot and pressed her forefinger against my hardening bundle of nerves.

  “Eat it.” I begged. Before she could, I pressed two fingers deep inside her cunt and rubbed her clit with my tongue.

  Deeper I pressed into her with my fingers while her tongue cupped and circled my tiny bud. Her breath tickling my swollen lips. I took a deep breath of her sex and thought of nothing else but her to her clit and g-spot. She moaned and buried my clit tight between her lips and sucked. I covered her pussy with my mouth and groaned deep as the walls of her channel tightened and contracts and her body bucked. She never stopped her ministrations while her orgasm worked through her and it was the savage flicking of her tongue that sent me rocketing into my own binging climax. The first wave crashed and forced me to brace myself against the floor with both hands. Her rhythmic suck and tickle sent a second wave of pleasure though me.

  I felt a thrust of white hot heat build inside me as I gyrated and moaned underneath her like a wild animal.

  We collapsed to the floor glowing in bliss.

  When I awoke, it was strange to have another person’s flesh pressed against me. I liked it. Still, it was not hers I wanted and my hands went out to grasp the laces on the floor next to me.

  “Everything ok?” She asked.

  “Yes. I just didn’t want to lose them.” I held the laces up to show her before pressing them to my chest. It was the only connection I had and I was starting to feel as if it was all slipping away.

  She gave me a sweet smile and rolled on to her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “I met him at that pub. I think you knew that already.”

  “Yes.”

  “I loved him from the beginning. It wasn’t until the end, when I learned why?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “He never really loved me. Although he found me interesting and sexy, I believe he settled with me.” She rolled away and handed me my clothes. “You should put these on. I’ll finish my story but you should probably be ready.”

  I didn’t hesitate, tossing the dress over my head and wrapping the laces around my waist.

  “I’ve heard other witches stories about how they found him in bars and pubs and that’s what happened with me. I was looking for him and he found me. I don’t know why he let me stay with him, I never asked him because I worried that if I did it’s only remind him that I wasn’t the person he actually wanted to be with. I tried to be but I could never full surrender my will to him.” She looked up at me, tears of sadness welling behind her bright blue eyes. “That’s what you’re going to have to do. Surrender yourself completely without question. The Master takes slaves not lovers. I left because I loved him and I knew I was only but what I had to give wasn’t what he needed. I hope you’re the one.”

  I felt the pull, a strong rush of air propelling me forward and I knew it’s worked. “I think that did it.” I bent down and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you.”

  “Good luck.” She touched her hand to my waist and held me steady for a moment. “You must remember that the one who surrenders their will is the one who holds all the power. I didn’t understand that until it was too late.”

  I nodded and took a deep breath of air before the world around me went black and icy cold.

  *****

  “Hello.”

  His voice washed over me like warm water splashing against cool stone and I felt my body waking up as my eyes snapped open. “Hello,” I answered back stupidly before struggling to my feet.

  “Am I to assume that you’re the little witch that’s been hunting me?” He laughed from behind me.

  “Yes.” I turned slowly and caught sight of him. He was beautiful. Everything I could imagine in someone with his reputation. Tall, wide shoulders with a hard, muscular body. His face was chiseled features and bright green eyes with a close crop
ped head of thick black hair. “That’s me.” I stumbled forward and started removing the laces from my waist. “Here. I found these and thought you might want them back.”

  He eyed the thin strips of leather carefully before taking them out of my hand. “The old wizard,” he laughed softly “and what did you have to do to get them away from him?”

  I bowed my head and let the guilt of what I’d done moved over me. “I stole them. They were in his closet and he was sleeping. I just took them. I wrote him a call to true love spell as payment but I doubt it”

  The Master closed his fingers around the leather and smiled. “Sometimes a person has to do something dishonorable to get the things they need. Don’t let shame blind you. The old wizard took the straps and hid them after I cured him of his illness. I appreciate the return of my property.”

  “I was happy to do it.” I shivered with anxiety as he put the laces down and stepped closer to me.

  “But my little pet you need to tell me the real reason you worked so hard to find me. It wouldn’t have anything to do with the spell you’ve cast on yourself?” He leaned in and touched a hand to my face.

  I thought I would melt right there on the spot.

  “Yes,” I whispered “I need you to cure me of it.”

  “Cure you?” His laughter was soft as it filled the large, empty room. “Why would I want to cure you of such a delightful gift?”

  I stared up at him, my stomach doing wild flip flops. “No one can touch me,” I answered “No one can stay with me long enough to-“

  “But Angelina did.” He smiled and pulled me to him. “I felt it. She made you come. She ate your lovely pussy and reflected all that wonderful energy off your skin and made you come. It was beautiful. I only wished I could have been there to taste you myself.”

  “Master,” I whispered.

  “That’s what they call me.”

  “Please.” I bowed my head and prepared myself to beg. “I need you to help me. I’ve got to break this curse. I can’t live the rest of my life like this.”