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Pulling me along, I follow you into the house. After a week away, I eagerly follow you. I've been dreaming of the moment to show my adoration. Imagining your smell, your touch. Without I word, I follow you up the stairs to the place you've stop. I drop to my knees wanting to pull you, my Master, into my mouth. To show you how much I've missed you. How much I want to please you.

I hesitate, waiting for permission. It won't do for me to presume. I glance up at you, locking your eyes with mine. Your smile tells me that you are pleased but then, I am surprised when you quickly grab my hair and pull me up. The tug on my hair is painful but I feel my body response dually. I stand to get the pain to stop while feeling my pussy pulse with excitement. I catch my breathe while struggling to stay still and listen for your word.

"Off. Everything off." you sternly command.

You don't let go of my hair as I attempt to quickly disrobe while minimizing the pull on my hair. The cloth from your clothes feels foreign as I brush against you. I need to feel your skin on mine.

I've barely finished as you pull me along by my hair towards the bench. The furniture you made just for me. Just for us. I know this will be a long session. I would sigh with relief if I could think. You have obliterated all logical thought from my head.

I climb onto the bench, facing down with my elbows and knees supported on the shelfs. You make quick work of the ropes to hold me in place. Resting my cheek on the bench, I feel surprisingly relaxed as I await my fate. It is temporary.

While you disrobe, I feel a breeze on my pussy lips. I am exposed and I'm sure you will see my need plainly. I both fear and desire you to feel how damp I've gotten in such a short time. I sigh with relief as you brush your skin against mine. A rush of heat overcomes me.

You stand in front of me and I obediently part my lips to take you. As you push inside my mouth, you pull my head towards you with a tug on my hair. You tangle your fingers in my long blonde locks giving me the sensation I crave. Breathing deeply through my nose, I am engulfed with your scent. I am transported to a place where only your cock and my mouth exist and I am ravaged with desire. 'Please, sir. Don't stop.' is what I would beg if I could. I am content to communicate that another way for now.

I struggle to keep up with you and press my strong tongue against the sensitive spot I know will give you pleasure. I am rewarded with a moan and fervently continue.

Suddenly, you pull away leaving me wanting. Quietly I wait as you return and from the side, whisper sweetly in my ear.

"Open."

I feel myself pause and then quickly respond to your demand. You push the ball into my mouth far enough that I can't cheat by unintentionally pushing against it with my tongue. I am compelled to breathe through my nose which automatically forces me to relax. I feel my eyes water as I feel another method of influence removed from me. I am wholly under your control. I feel safe and anxious at the same time.

The first strike on my ass takes my breathe away. And all the thinking going on in my head. I am grateful for your ability to take me out of my head and into the physical space around me. There will be no warmup tonight. You continue and I feel the heat rising to meet your hand. A slight pause allows me to catch my breathe when you start again with the paddle. The sting is searing. To think that I didn't feel that the paddle was big enough to get my attention. My pussy weeps as you strike my thighs. I blush knowing that you can see my desire.

You stop momentarily to stroke my face, brushing the hair from my eyes. You smile and I know I please you.

Your statement, "Good girl", brings another blush from me as I realize that I respond to this. I don't know why but I am more enflamed with your encouraging words. My whole body blushes and shakes in response. I have no secrets from you.

You run your fingernails over the heated flesh of my ass and I moan helplessly. More strikes with the paddle and I am beyond myself. I have no earthly presence except the need between my legs.

I sigh with gratitude when you press you cock against my lips. Feeling you sliding inside me with ease, I am complete.

You pull out and push against my ass. My pussy as provided enough lubrication for you to push inside without difficultly. I strain at my ropes and push against you, forcing more of you inside me. I am ravenous for your cock. 'Please take me", I want to scream. You know what I am saying without words and you pull me against your hips.

Repeated thrusts bring me closer to climax and I feel you swell inside.

"You will not come. You will allow me to pleasure myself with you without coming."

I thrash and protest behind the gag but will not come without your permission. You have amazing stamina and I feel myself straining to prevent an orgasm. You find your voice and announce your completion as I feel it inside me. It takes all I have to not come myself but the enjoyment of feeling yours without mine is immense.

I am whole and complete as the instrument of your pleasure.

I wait for my time, as I know my generous and giving Master will reward me another time for my obedience.

I am patient for you, Sir.