The Blowjob - a story from my slave's point o
********************************************** Disclaimer/Warning *****************************************************
You do NOT have permission from me to use any of my profile, my writings or my pictures in any form both current or future. If you do or have done so already, it will be considered a violation of my privacy and it will be subject to legal action. Please be respectful of my wishes in this regard.
************************************** Author's Note (PLEASE READ FIRST) **************************************
I started writing erotic stories a little over 10 years ago; about the same time as I discovered I was a sexually dominant man. Being inexperienced in the lifestyle, I used the stories to explore aspects of the Master/Slave relationship and to decide upon what turned me on and what did not.
I very quickly realized that there were acts and images often associated with this kind of lifestyle that did not turn me on at all. Not only that, but some of this imagery was very disturbing. I blame this on the entire pornographic industry... an industry which continues to feed and perpetuate the belief that a Master/slave relationship MUST include all other aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. This is NOT true...
I quickly disregarded these beliefs, and set out to create my OWN idea of what a true, pure Master/slave relationship should be. I soon discovered that I was not alone and that there were many other dominant AND submissive people out there with similar beliefs to my own.
I began my exploration into this sort of writing by i*****lly copying another author's story that I had read and enjoyed. I know... I'm a horrible person. I would then begin editing it (sometimes drastically) to reflect my own way of thinking and my need to explore my own dominant nature.
The stories were always re-written to star both myself and my slave girlfriend at the time, creating for the most part, imaginary scenarios where I (and sometimes she) could work out feelings, ideas and concepts important to my growing confidence as a Master.
Very soon I found myself starting brand new stories, working with and editing and them completing them all on my own. The authors of the original versions of the first few stories have been long since forgotten, but I am truely grateful to them all for their help during my more 'humble' beginnings as both a Master and as a writer.
signed,
Humble Master
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The Blow Job
(A short story from my slave's point of view)
We're spending a wonderful evening together and have just left the movie theatre. We have been dating for a while now, and I've fallen in love you so much. I am so glad I found you, my Master. The sexual heat is strong, just like it always seems to be between us. You are my man and I belong to you. I know this... and I want it that way.
No man has ever made me feel the way you have. I can feel better about anything by just being near you. I ache for you whenever you are not with me, and I crave to be marked as your property again and again. I need your your cum to mark me as yours, my love.
We decide we need to be alone for a bit before heading hom so we decide to go for a moonlit walk in the summer evening warmth. We decide to explore the trails in the park across the street from the theatre.
We climb the cement stairs leading to the public trail and enter the woods. It is dark enough so that it is hard to see, but lit enough by moonlight so as not to get lost. As soon as I feel we are in a secluded enough area, I stop. I gently push you off the gravel path about thirty or forty feet... far enough not to be seen, but not far enough to lose our way. I push you up against a tree. The moonlight is beautiful as it reflects the sexy features of my man’s face. Once our eyes adjust to the dark, the moon provides just enough light to see each other by.
You stand before me, and I stare deeply into your eyes. We say nothing for what seems like an eternity, just staring. I lean forward, putting my arms around you and resting my head on your shoulder. We are relaxed and unhurried. You reach down and kiss me and it makes me melt... I feel my passion and desire for you grow with each gentle touch of your lips against mine. I can feel my body reacting to yours, and I can feel a familiar wetness between my legs. This is what you do to me my Master. My body aches for your body, the way my heart aches for your heart.
I then turn my head, and whisper into your ear, "I want you, Master. I want to feel your hardness in my hand... I want to suck your beautiful cock. I am hungry for it. I need to serve you, my love."
When I say this, you can feel my hot breath against your skin. I place my left hand on your crotch, cupping your genitals through your pants. You are not surprised by this... you know how hungry I get for you. Your cock is the most amazing thing I have ever seen, not that I have had a lot of experience, mind you. I’m not a slut or anything!
It seems so long ago now, that first time you took me... sliding your huge length into my body... claiming me as your own. I gave you my virginity, and you took it gently and with love. I became your woman that day and you became my caring owner. Ever since that day, my body has never been able to crave any other man. It has ached only for your body, for your powerful cock. I am your property now, my love.
Slowly, I slide down your body until I am on my knees on the ground in a more submissive position, your groin at my eye level. I know you love seeing me like this. It just feels right being here... about to worship my Master this way.
Then I rest my face against your crotch, sniffing the sweet smell through your pants. I gingerly unbutton them, and slide the zipper down; then slip your pants and underwear down and off one of your legs. Directly in front of my eyes is my Master’s gorgeous staff. His manhood is so big and powerful looking, just inches from my lips. And it is all mine. This is the cock I fantasize about, the one I dream about, the one I worship... it is the cock of my man. The one that took my maidenhead and made me a woman. It is the only one I will ever crave!
I gently kiss and lick your scrotum, staring up at you all the while. Then I purse my lips against the tip of your glans, and slide your cock deep into my mouth, relaxing my lips as I go, accepting you with love into my mouth. You are so big! Sometimes I forget if I haven’t taken you in my mouth for a few days.
I place my hands on your buttocks, embracing your waist the way a lover might embrace her lover's head during a deeply passionate kiss. As your cock slides deeper into my mouth, I straighten my neck slightly, trying to take all of your length down my throat! As usual, it is just too long, and I can’t... but I know you love the feeling of my trying, and I love to practice. Someday, I will finally be able too, my love... if I just keep practising.
Time seems to stand still as I trace the length of your beautiful penis with my tongue. I am aware of the time passing only vaguely, since my entire being is focussed on pleasing you, my man. I continue to gently work my head back and forth, jacking you off with my mouth. Occasionally, I interrupt this motion by focussing more on the tip of your cock, swirling my tongue around the tip slowly. I crave the taste of your cum, Master... even if it is only precum. Sometimes I allow your dick to leave my mouth, and I lick it from the base of your testicles to the head of your cock. Then I repeat my deep sucking motion.
I continue to suck on. How long has it been now? I am completely lost in the moment, doing what I was born to do... serving my Master. I begin to feel your glans swell slightly in my mouth. My sucking action becomes more urgent, my tongue stimulates your cock more as it savours the sexual flavour of your dick and genitals. I love what it tastes like, but crave being marked by your seed so very much. I want your cum, Master... I have been wanting it ever since you picked me up this evening.
Silently, I begin to plead and beg for your cum... your mark. 'Make me yours again Master, mark me with your seed.'
You feel yourself reaching your climax and then suddenly the most powerful orgasm of your life hits you. At almost the same time, you feel semen shooting out of the tip of your cock, and into my hungry mouth. You gently hold my head in place as load after powerful load of your thick cum spurts into my mouth, marking me as your woman. You remind me to lick it all up and not to let any of your precious seed be wasted. I feel a warm glow of satisfaction form inside me... I have pleased my Master, his body is utterly satisfied.
I continue to rock my head back and forth, accepting all the yummy cum from your penis and testicles. It tastes like sweet sugar candy to me... I can’t take it all though and it spurts out of the corners of my mouth, and runs in little rivulets down my face and chin. As the last of your orgasm fades, I stop pumping with my head, and let you hang in my mouth to relish the afterglow.
My hands are still holding your buttocks, which have now relaxed. When I feel that you are completely finished, I release your cock from my mouth. My chin has your sperm all over it, and though I have swallowed many times already, my mouth is still full of the stuff. It tastes heavenly... the seed of my man... no wonder I crave it constantly.
I do nothing but gaze up into your eyes for a few moments. For your enjoyment and delight I make a little show of gulping down the final wad of warm, salty sperm that is in my mouth, licking my lips to make sure I get it all. There are still gobs of it sticking to my tongue, lips and face. I then thoroughly lick your cock and scrotum, cleaning them off. When I have swallowed these last few treats, my gaze returns to yours.
"I love you Master", I whisper through my soft supple lips. "I am yours, now and forever." And I truly mean it.
"I love you too, my slave," you reply softly... enjoying the special moment we've created for ourselves. "Forever."
You do NOT have permission from me to use any of my profile, my writings or my pictures in any form both current or future. If you do or have done so already, it will be considered a violation of my privacy and it will be subject to legal action. Please be respectful of my wishes in this regard.
************************************** Author's Note (PLEASE READ FIRST) **************************************
I started writing erotic stories a little over 10 years ago; about the same time as I discovered I was a sexually dominant man. Being inexperienced in the lifestyle, I used the stories to explore aspects of the Master/Slave relationship and to decide upon what turned me on and what did not.
I very quickly realized that there were acts and images often associated with this kind of lifestyle that did not turn me on at all. Not only that, but some of this imagery was very disturbing. I blame this on the entire pornographic industry... an industry which continues to feed and perpetuate the belief that a Master/slave relationship MUST include all other aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. This is NOT true...
I quickly disregarded these beliefs, and set out to create my OWN idea of what a true, pure Master/slave relationship should be. I soon discovered that I was not alone and that there were many other dominant AND submissive people out there with similar beliefs to my own.
I began my exploration into this sort of writing by i*****lly copying another author's story that I had read and enjoyed. I know... I'm a horrible person. I would then begin editing it (sometimes drastically) to reflect my own way of thinking and my need to explore my own dominant nature.
The stories were always re-written to star both myself and my slave girlfriend at the time, creating for the most part, imaginary scenarios where I (and sometimes she) could work out feelings, ideas and concepts important to my growing confidence as a Master.
Very soon I found myself starting brand new stories, working with and editing and them completing them all on my own. The authors of the original versions of the first few stories have been long since forgotten, but I am truely grateful to them all for their help during my more 'humble' beginnings as both a Master and as a writer.
signed,
Humble Master
************************************************************************************************************************
The Blow Job
(A short story from my slave's point of view)
We're spending a wonderful evening together and have just left the movie theatre. We have been dating for a while now, and I've fallen in love you so much. I am so glad I found you, my Master. The sexual heat is strong, just like it always seems to be between us. You are my man and I belong to you. I know this... and I want it that way.
No man has ever made me feel the way you have. I can feel better about anything by just being near you. I ache for you whenever you are not with me, and I crave to be marked as your property again and again. I need your your cum to mark me as yours, my love.
We decide we need to be alone for a bit before heading hom so we decide to go for a moonlit walk in the summer evening warmth. We decide to explore the trails in the park across the street from the theatre.
We climb the cement stairs leading to the public trail and enter the woods. It is dark enough so that it is hard to see, but lit enough by moonlight so as not to get lost. As soon as I feel we are in a secluded enough area, I stop. I gently push you off the gravel path about thirty or forty feet... far enough not to be seen, but not far enough to lose our way. I push you up against a tree. The moonlight is beautiful as it reflects the sexy features of my man’s face. Once our eyes adjust to the dark, the moon provides just enough light to see each other by.
You stand before me, and I stare deeply into your eyes. We say nothing for what seems like an eternity, just staring. I lean forward, putting my arms around you and resting my head on your shoulder. We are relaxed and unhurried. You reach down and kiss me and it makes me melt... I feel my passion and desire for you grow with each gentle touch of your lips against mine. I can feel my body reacting to yours, and I can feel a familiar wetness between my legs. This is what you do to me my Master. My body aches for your body, the way my heart aches for your heart.
I then turn my head, and whisper into your ear, "I want you, Master. I want to feel your hardness in my hand... I want to suck your beautiful cock. I am hungry for it. I need to serve you, my love."
When I say this, you can feel my hot breath against your skin. I place my left hand on your crotch, cupping your genitals through your pants. You are not surprised by this... you know how hungry I get for you. Your cock is the most amazing thing I have ever seen, not that I have had a lot of experience, mind you. I’m not a slut or anything!
It seems so long ago now, that first time you took me... sliding your huge length into my body... claiming me as your own. I gave you my virginity, and you took it gently and with love. I became your woman that day and you became my caring owner. Ever since that day, my body has never been able to crave any other man. It has ached only for your body, for your powerful cock. I am your property now, my love.
Slowly, I slide down your body until I am on my knees on the ground in a more submissive position, your groin at my eye level. I know you love seeing me like this. It just feels right being here... about to worship my Master this way.
Then I rest my face against your crotch, sniffing the sweet smell through your pants. I gingerly unbutton them, and slide the zipper down; then slip your pants and underwear down and off one of your legs. Directly in front of my eyes is my Master’s gorgeous staff. His manhood is so big and powerful looking, just inches from my lips. And it is all mine. This is the cock I fantasize about, the one I dream about, the one I worship... it is the cock of my man. The one that took my maidenhead and made me a woman. It is the only one I will ever crave!
I gently kiss and lick your scrotum, staring up at you all the while. Then I purse my lips against the tip of your glans, and slide your cock deep into my mouth, relaxing my lips as I go, accepting you with love into my mouth. You are so big! Sometimes I forget if I haven’t taken you in my mouth for a few days.
I place my hands on your buttocks, embracing your waist the way a lover might embrace her lover's head during a deeply passionate kiss. As your cock slides deeper into my mouth, I straighten my neck slightly, trying to take all of your length down my throat! As usual, it is just too long, and I can’t... but I know you love the feeling of my trying, and I love to practice. Someday, I will finally be able too, my love... if I just keep practising.
Time seems to stand still as I trace the length of your beautiful penis with my tongue. I am aware of the time passing only vaguely, since my entire being is focussed on pleasing you, my man. I continue to gently work my head back and forth, jacking you off with my mouth. Occasionally, I interrupt this motion by focussing more on the tip of your cock, swirling my tongue around the tip slowly. I crave the taste of your cum, Master... even if it is only precum. Sometimes I allow your dick to leave my mouth, and I lick it from the base of your testicles to the head of your cock. Then I repeat my deep sucking motion.
I continue to suck on. How long has it been now? I am completely lost in the moment, doing what I was born to do... serving my Master. I begin to feel your glans swell slightly in my mouth. My sucking action becomes more urgent, my tongue stimulates your cock more as it savours the sexual flavour of your dick and genitals. I love what it tastes like, but crave being marked by your seed so very much. I want your cum, Master... I have been wanting it ever since you picked me up this evening.
Silently, I begin to plead and beg for your cum... your mark. 'Make me yours again Master, mark me with your seed.'
You feel yourself reaching your climax and then suddenly the most powerful orgasm of your life hits you. At almost the same time, you feel semen shooting out of the tip of your cock, and into my hungry mouth. You gently hold my head in place as load after powerful load of your thick cum spurts into my mouth, marking me as your woman. You remind me to lick it all up and not to let any of your precious seed be wasted. I feel a warm glow of satisfaction form inside me... I have pleased my Master, his body is utterly satisfied.
I continue to rock my head back and forth, accepting all the yummy cum from your penis and testicles. It tastes like sweet sugar candy to me... I can’t take it all though and it spurts out of the corners of my mouth, and runs in little rivulets down my face and chin. As the last of your orgasm fades, I stop pumping with my head, and let you hang in my mouth to relish the afterglow.
My hands are still holding your buttocks, which have now relaxed. When I feel that you are completely finished, I release your cock from my mouth. My chin has your sperm all over it, and though I have swallowed many times already, my mouth is still full of the stuff. It tastes heavenly... the seed of my man... no wonder I crave it constantly.
I do nothing but gaze up into your eyes for a few moments. For your enjoyment and delight I make a little show of gulping down the final wad of warm, salty sperm that is in my mouth, licking my lips to make sure I get it all. There are still gobs of it sticking to my tongue, lips and face. I then thoroughly lick your cock and scrotum, cleaning them off. When I have swallowed these last few treats, my gaze returns to yours.
"I love you Master", I whisper through my soft supple lips. "I am yours, now and forever." And I truly mean it.
"I love you too, my slave," you reply softly... enjoying the special moment we've created for ourselves. "Forever."
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