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Master's View

(Mdom/F, mast, cons)

By Emerald


Email: enslavedsincemay@yahoo.co.uk 



My Master is coming home soon.  I can’t wait.  Just thinking 
about him makes me smile.  If I think about his touch, my pants 
start getting wet as I tingle all over.

I move to his prop dresser, looking in the deep bottom drawer 
through the outfits he keeps there for me to wear.  I know what 
I’m looking for.  I pass over the outfits neatly folded on top: 
maid, nurse, secretary, chef, lounge dancer, gypsy, and police 
officer.  I pass over them all.  There it is – at the bottom 
of the drawer.  The cowgirl outfit.  I lay it out piece by piece, 
making sure it is all there before I close the drawer.  The chaps, 
vest, kerchief, hat, and boots; yes, it’s all here.  I close the 
drawer and stand up, gathering the outfit in my arms.  I walk 
over to the chair and lay it down.  

After walking into the bathroom, I brush my hair into a pony tail, 
low enough to be able to wear the hat correctly, yet high enough 
to swing freely as I move my body.  I tie it with a piece of ribbon.  

I return to the chair and take off my clothes, slipping my feet 
out of my sandals and pushing them next to the wall.  I slide my
shirt off, folding it neatly and placing it on my sandals.  Unhooking 
my bra and taking my arms out of the straps, I shiver in anticipation 
as the combination of the cool air hitting my skin and the thought of 
my Master coming home, makes my nipples hard.  I fold my bra and lay 
it on my shirt.  Slipping my thumbs into my shorts, I slide them down 
over my hips.  I close my eyes, imagining Master removing them from my 
body.  I touch my thighs lightly, trembling **no time for this girl – 
get ready – Master’s on his way home**.  I quickly step out of the shorts 
and fold them up, pushing thoughts of Master touching me from my mind.  
I put the shorts on top of my bra and shirt.  As Master has a rule of no 
panties and clean shaven at all times, I am now standing naked with the 
cool air fingering my skin, no hair to protect my most sensitive parts 
from the light breeze caused by the A/C.  My nipples stand out further 
and my crotch tingles. 

Turning to the chair holding the cowgirl outfit, I pick up the chaps 
and slip my feet into them, sliding them up my legs, careful of the 
sore spot on my left hip.  Once on my hips, I buckle the waist and
smooth the chaps down my legs.  The cool air on my now framed naked 
ass and crotch is making me think of Master’s touch. **STOP IT GIRL!!** 
I run a hand across my nipples, they are so hard, they ache for Master’s 
touch – his hand, his mouth, his breath.  

I pinch my nipples and shiver, as I reach for the vest.  Raising my 
hands and the vest over my head, I slip my hands into the vest, letting 
it fall onto my shoulders.  As I lower my arms, the vest slides onto 
my body, fitting against my back.  The contact of the leather front of
the vest just barely brushing against my nipples is really making my 
crotch wet.  

I rub my legs together, the tingling stops.  I put the kerchief around 
my neck and knot it on the side of my neck.  I grab the hat and put it 
on my head.  I pull my chaps to the side and slip my feet into the boots.  

I bend over and grab either side of one boot and pull up, making sure 
my foot is all the way inside.  As I reach for the other boot, I catch 
sight of my chaps framed ass in the mirror **Oh God!  This is what Master 
sees?** and freeze.

I don’t like to be viewed while naked, not even by my own self. **too 
bad girl – this is what Master likes – deal with it**. I look at my 
reflection for a second longer, then gripping the short vest with my 
hands right by my breasts, I stomp my feet, making sure the hat is on 
right, the chaps are on securely, and the vest is pulled down in the back.  
Perfect.

I hear Master’s truck.  Quickly looking around the room to be sure I put 
everything back as it should be, I move to a spot on the floor to wait for 
him.  I get down on my knees; legs spread, chest thrust out, eyes down, 
hands on my knees – palms up.  I hear him at the door.  I don’t want to 
disappoint him.  I look to make sure I’m where he can see me, from his chair, 
his bed, or the doorway – but not in his way.  

I hear him enter the room.  His keys are laid on the desk.  The chairs 
familiar noise as he sits in it. He clears his throat; I raise my face, 
but not my eyes.  I feel his gaze and wonder, ‘Did I choose the right 
outfit? Does this please him?’  

I see Master’s foot move to my knee, he gently pushes my knee away from 
my body, spreading my legs further.  I look up to apologize for not being 
in the proper position – but stop.  Master is smiling at me.  I lower my 
eyes, blinking away the tears that had started forming when I thought I 
had failed.  **He smiled.  Why are you so afraid you’ll disappoint him girl?  
He just wants you to know your place as his property and for you to obey.** 
I smile a small smile and sit up straighter, thrusting out my chest.  I 
glance down, my nipples could be harder.  I think of Master’s touch, my 
nipples tingle; I tweak them both, getting them hard.  I lower my hands 
back down to my knees, palms up.  

I think about why I am sitting here.  Remembering yesterday, when Master 
had told me to keep my hands over my head as I lay on his bed blindfolded.  
He was touching me; my breasts, my stomach, my face, my neck.  Softly, 
teasing me.  Not knowing where he would touch me next, or even if he was 
going to use his hands or his mouth, was making me so excited.  My nipples 
were staying hard and my pussy was soaked.  He’d whisper to me, “Does my 
slave like this?” and then touch my breast with his tongue.  “Does my slave 
like this?” and then slide his hand across my slit, pressing one finger 
against my clit.  

Then he said, “Run your fingers through my hair.”  As I reached out to 
do what he said, I felt my body reacting to the impending sensation.  I 
was not to cum, not without Master’s permission.  Before I even touched 
his hair, I knew this was going to push me past my limit and I moaned, 
“That’s not fair.  Your teasing me is not fair.”  

He moved his hand from my clit and pulled me onto my hip and smacked me 
on my ass.  Raising his mouth from my breasts at the same time, he said, 
“Who are you?”

“Your slave, Master.” 

“Who owns you, slave?” 
 
“You do Master.”

“Then what does fair have to do with anything?”

“Nothing, Master.  I’m sorry.  I feared that just touching your hair was 
going to make me cum.  Please forgive me.”

“Your punishment will be masturbating for 30 minutes in front of me, do 
you understand slave?  You will carry out the punishment later, another 
day.  And you are not to cum for 3 days.  Am I clear slave?”


He knows how I dread masturbating, but I must learn to do as he says.  
And I must learn not to be shy.  “Yes Master.  I understand.”  

“Then you will pleasure me, but you are not to make me cum.  What is your 
punishment slave?”

“Yes Master.  I am to masturbate for you for 30 minutes and then pleasure 
you, Master.”

And that is why I am here on my knees now.  

Master likes this outfit.  He likes when I masturbate in front of him.  
And he likes when I strip.  I am hopeful that adding the other elements 
in with my punishment will not displease him.  It makes Master unhappy 
to discipline me, but I earned this punishment and I need to be disciplined.  
I was wrong to make that outburst, so I must be punished.  He is Master, 
not I.  I am for his pleasure, not he for mine.  I am his to do with as he 
pleases.  I am to obey him.  I must be trained, disciplined, taught.    

I watch Master walk to the refrigerator and get a Coke.  He returns to his 
chair at the desk. 

Once he is seated, I reach down beside me out of his line of vision, and 
pick up his paddle and crop.  I lean closer to Master, and lay them on his 
desk near his hands.  

As there is no spanking due for punishment, Master raises an eyebrow in 
question as he tilts his head and looks at me.

“Master?”

“Yes slave.”

“May I complete my punishment now?”  As he waves his hand at the crop and 
paddle questioningly, I continue, “I put those near you in case I move to 
slow, act timidly, or do anything that doesn’t please you, as I carry out 
my punishment.”

“You are planning to displease me slave?”  He asks in surprise. 

“NO MASTER!!  Never!  That is just in case I do Master.  So you won’t have 
to get them out, they are already there for you.”

“Yes slave.  You may carryout your punishment.  What was it?”

“I am to masturbate for your pleasure, not mine, for 30 minutes and not cum, Master.”
  
“Is that all?”

“No Master.  I am then to pleasure you, but not make you cum.”  I pause.  
“Master, I want to know if I may do whatever I want to carry out both parts 
of my punishment.”  

He touches the paddle and the crop with his hand, then he looks at me in 
the outfit at his feet.  I watch him, he’s thinking about it.  **Oh no!  
He’s not liking that I acted on my own.  I blew it!!  Do not let him see 
me cry.  It will only make the punishment worse. Stop it NOW!**  

Is that a smile?  I see a smile starting to play across Master’s handsome 
face.  I breathe again.  The tears that had started to form are now gone.  

“If I don’t like what you are doing, I will use the paddle or crop on your 
ass.  Is that fair slave?”

“Of course Master.  It is more than fair.  Thank you Master.”     
 
I look at my Master.  I want to make him happy.  He sits there waiting for 
me to start.  Master knows my weaknesses, and they far out number my strengths 
for now.  He knows I fear eye contact and his seeing me touch myself – actually 
I fear touching myself.  **MOVE GIRL – NOW** I look up into his eyes.  
**don’t cry – do NOT cry** and promise myself I will not look away unless 
I have to.  I smile a small smile, fear of crying stopping me from smiling 
seductively like I had wanted to.  

Looking into Master’s eyes, I run my fingertips lightly up my inner thighs 
where the chaps leave my skin bare.  Sliding them toward my waist, I 
criss-cross them across my stomach under the vest toward my breasts, 
lightly brushing over my nipples **Can he see? Can he see that I imagine 
it is his hands doing this?**  My nipples harden, my breasts tingle, I feel 
my pussy getting wet.  I rub and tweak my nipples.  The tingling in my lower 
body is very pleasant, and growing insistent in its desire for release.  
**I want him so badly.  I wonder if he knows that I can taste him? smell 
him? feel him? from here?**  I tilt my head back, running one hand up to 
my neck toward my face, while teasing my nipple – pulling, rubbing, twisting.  
It’s standing straight out now, just like master likes.  

I slide one finger into my mouth.  I stare at his eyes.  I suck the finger 
in and out of my mouth slowly, as my other hand trails off from my erect 
nipple and plays down my stomach.  The lower my hand goes, the harder I suck 
and lick my finger.  As I reach my slit, I pull the finger from my mouth, 
rubbing it’s wetness onto my nipples, imagining that it is Master’s tongue, 
and press my other hand down onto my slit **Oh God I wish it was him, I want 
to feel him against my skin**, the pressure is tantalizing.  I press my palm 
harder and keep sliding my hand down, slipping a finger between the lips, 
touching my clit.  I tremble slightly, his eyes are locked on mine, watching 
me watch him watching me.  I want to lower my eyes.  I can’t.  I won’t.  

I rub my nipple harder, imagining Master’s mouth moving on me.  His tongue 
on my nipple - sucking, teasing, licking.  I raise my ass up off my feet.  
I’m so wet I can feel the moisture on my thighs, slowly spreading toward 
the chaps **Does he see?  Does he realize I’m thinking of him, not of myself?** 
I slide my hand down and put one finger inside my pussy while still pressing 
my palm on my clit, grinding it slowly.  My hips involuntarily push into my 
hand **Oh how I want my Master, to feel him inside me** and I slide my finger 
back up my slit and across my clit **careful girl!**.  I rub the wetness from 
my pussy into my clit, in circles just like Master does.  My hips are moving, 
I’m getting too close, **God it feels good** so I lift the finger from my clit 
and move it toward my face.  Watching Master’s eyes – he watches my hand.  

I slip that finger into my mouth, tasting myself for the first time.  I’m 
surprised; I thought it would taste horrible, it doesn’t.  Master smiles, 
apparently my surprise was showing.  I blush, but start licking my finger 
as if it were Master’s cock.  I lick the tip of my finger, sucking it into 
my mouth.  I lick down both sides of my finger, and then slide it into my 
mouth, sucking my finger while tickling my tongue across it and pressing 
the finger into the roof of my mouth.  

I drop my other hand from my nipples, down to my pussy.  Rubbing my clit 
in slow circles again.  Sliding my fingers down either side of my slit and 
getting them wet.  I slide them back up to my clit. **Oh Lord I have to 
stop** I quickly raise my hand up and pinch my nipple while locking my lips 
around my finger and biting down on it so Master can’t see.  The pain 
distraction brings tears to my eyes and successfully stops the feeling 
building inside me.  As I keep looking at Master’s eyes, I lower my hand 
back down to my slit, rubbing slower this time.  Slipping two fingers into 
my soaked pussy **NO! The throbbing is coming back! Stop pretending it’s 
Master!** sliding them back up to my clit **I want him, can he tell?  I 
want HIM, not just his body or just to be fucked.** and continue rubbing 
in slow circles.  

I slide the finger in my mouth down toward my breasts, grazing my nipples 
lightly, the hand continues down toward my other hand.  I rub one hand up 
one side of my slit and rub the other hand down the other side of my slit.  
I can hear the wetness in my pussy.  

I press one palm firmly against my clit, rocking that hand slowly; the other 
hand tickles my thighs and moves up – slipping one finger inside my pussy.  
I slowly move that finger in and out while rubbing my clit with the rocking 
motion **I want him, I’m so close to begging him to let me have him.** I 
find myself pretending it’s Master touching me, his finger inside me.  I 
slip in another finger.  As I start to feel like I need to lie down to enjoy 
this, I start to lower my ass back to my feet.  The throbbing feelings ebb 
**God no!**, I quickly raise back up and spread my knees further apart.  I 
start to lean forward, toward Master’s knee **Stop now or you will disappoint 
him girl** for support.  

The clock on the computer catches my eye; it has been more than 30 minutes.  
I stop.  I have to, or I will disobey Master and cum.  I keep looking at 
Master, I lick each finger clean.  He has an odd smile on his face as he 
watches me.  My eyes never leave his face.
  
I lean forward, putting my hands on the floor.  As I slide my feet flush to 
the floor to stand, I untie Master’s shoes.  He looks at me, kicking off his
shoes as I slide my hands up is legs and over his knees, stopping mid-thigh.  
I press down with my hands and stand up in front of him.

Taking a few steps back, I slide my hands up my thighs to my hips and slip 
the strap out of the chaps buckle, but don’t unbuckle it.  I slide my hands
up between my breasts, pulling the vest back off my shoulders slightly.  

Slowly moving my hands up the kerchief ends, I undo the knot and pull it from 
around my neck.  Tipping the front of the cowboy hat forward over my eyes 
**Yeah Yeah I know – what happened to eye contact – forget it for now**, I 
reach out and slip the kerchief into Master’s lap, letting it lie there.  

I turn my back to Master slowly, keeping my face toward the desk, watching 
the crop and paddle out of the corner of my eye.  Letting one shoulder drop, 
I twitch my back and shoulders to get the vest to slide off.  Once it slides 
to my elbow, I let the other shoulder drop.  The vest easily slides off that 
shoulder.  Dropping both arms down behind my back, I let the vest fall off my 
arms and into my hands.  

It briefly covers my bare, but chaps framed, ass.  I slide the vest back 
and forth across my ass with it lightly gripped in my fingers, then let it 
go with one hand and toss it onto my folded clothes next to the wall.  

With my back to Master, I unbuckle the chaps.  I keep them snug on my hips 
by slipping my thumbs into the opening in the front at the waist.  I smile 
a secret smile.  Master hasn’t seen my ass yet – not all of it anyway.  I 
wonder if he will be surprised when he does.  I rock back on my boot heels, 
gyrating my hips slightly.  I’m just out of Master’s reach and still eying 
the paddle and crop.  With the hat low on my eyes, my pony tail swings down 
my back even more than it had been.  I shift my weight from my heels onto my 
feet and start sliding the chaps off my hips.  I lean forward as the chaps get 
half way down my ass, turning my left hip away from Master as I don’t want him 
to see that side of my ass closely just yet.  Wiggling my hips, I let the chaps 
slowly slide of my body.  I turn to face Master as they fall.  As the chaps slip 
out of my fingers, I run my hands up my smooth legs as I stand back up.  

I shiver lightly as my once covered legs adjust to the cool room temperature 
and my mind adjusts to my standing here nude, nothing but boots and a hat on.  
**Don’t freeze now – keep going** I look at the crop and paddle, then toward 
Master.  With the hat still low on my eyes, I move toward him a step or so.  

“Master, may I pleasure you now?”

Master answers by standing up in front of me.  The kerchief falls to the floor.    

I reach out and touch his shirt, unbuttoning it.  As his chest starts to appear, 
I lean in and kiss it.  As more of his chest is exposed, I push the shirt out of 
my way and lick his nipples.  

I gently bite his nipples with my teeth while running my hands up onto his 
shoulders and sliding the shirt off.  Down his arms I pull the shirt.  I lower 
my face from his chest to his stomach.  Once I pull the shirt off his arms and 
toss it onto the chair, I put my hands on his belt and unbuckle it as I settle 
onto my knees.  

I lean forward as I unsnap Master’s jeans and stick my tongue on the zipper, 
catching it with my lips and sucking it between my teeth.  I lean back and 
pull my head down, unzipping Master’s pants the way he likes – with my mouth.  
Slipping my hands into his open jeans and around his hips, I press down on his 
jeans, pushing them off his hips and down to his ankles.  He steps out of them.  

I usually put my hands behind my back or onto Master’s thighs at this point; 
but I want to try something new to please him.  Watching his hand near the 
crop and paddle for signs of movement, I raise up on my knees and slip one 
hand down onto my clit and start rubbing it while quickly leaning forward 
with my mouth and grasping Master’s boxer waistband with my tongue and lips.  

I lean into Master’s stomach, pushing my hat down lower on my face as I tug 
on his boxers with my lips, pulling them down to uncover Master’s cock.  I 
lick the tip and suck gently on the head as I move to lick the shaft.  When 
I run into the boxer fabric again, I pull them down off Master’s hips with 
my free hand.  When they touch the top of his feet, Master steps out of them.  
I move that hand to my breasts and start rubbing my nipples as I continue to 
rub my clit – circling, touching, rubbing.  I suck Master’s cock carefully 
into my mouth, circling my tongue around the tip and moving my mouth back and 
forth steadily.  I move my hand from my hard nipples and tickle Master’s thighs 
as I raise my hand to cup his balls.

As I move my mouth faster and suck harder on Master’s cock, I find my fingers 
are moving faster on my clit and I’m breathing faster. **Gawd I’m wet!** I can 
feel a trail running down my thing to my knee. **Concentrate. Focus on Master. 
Watch his hand on the desk.** Master likes to watch me masturbate and likes me 
to pleasure him with my mouth.  Maybe trying the two together is going to be okay.
 
I suck Master’s cock as far as I can into my mouth.  I feel the head touching 
the back of my throat.  I move my hand from my clit; it’s just too close for me 
right now.  I’m afraid I’ll cum.  I move that hand to Master’s cock, gripping 
the shaft firmly.  I slide my hand up his shaft when I pull my mouth back, and 
slide it back down the shaft when I slide my mouth down.  I put my other hand 
on Master’s hip – pulling him toward me.  

As I suck and lick his cock, I slowly push him toward the bed until I feel 
the mattress bump into his legs.  As he sits down, I continue to move my mouth 
up and down his cock **I want to feel him inside me.  I need to feel him inside 
me.  Can he tell?** as I gently squeeze Master’s balls and suck his cock into 
my mouth, I start to swallow.  I feel his balls tighten and rise up in my hand.  
Suddenly I feel Master’s hands on my head, firmly gripping either side.  

Master stops me, holding my head still.  I am confused at first.  What did I 
do to make him stop me?  Master lies back on the bed.  I see him turn over 
onto his stomach as he slides his tall body up the bed.  

I didn’t displease him!  Master wants me to massage him! 

Kneeling between Master’s ankles, I rub his calf and lower leg.  Leaning to 
one side, I reach under the edge of Master’s bed and feel for the bottle of 
oil he keeps there.  Finding it, I pull it out and sit back up.  Opening the 
flip top with my teeth, I pour a bit of oil onto Master’s lower leg and drizzle 
it up to his thigh.  My hand slides on Master’s skin much easier now.  Laying 
the bottle of oil down on the bed, I use both hands to rub Master’s calf, gently 
twisting and kneading.  Sliding my hands firmly over the back of his knee, I start 
pressing a kneading Master’s lower thigh.  I continue to work my way up his thigh 
to his hip.  I rub back down his leg to his ankle, twisting gently, kneading firmly –
no tickling.

Grabbing the oil, I drizzle some on his other calf and thigh.  I press firmly on 
that calf, firmly working the muscle in my hands.  I press up over the back of 
his knee to his thigh.  I rub Master’s thigh, squeezing and kneading, pulling 
and pushing.  I get to the hip and rub back down his leg to the ankle.  

Grinning mischievously, I quickly run my fingers lightly up the back of Master’s 
calves.  I slip them to his inner thigh.  Tickling lightly all the way up to his 
balls, I run my fingers lightly across them and back out to his ass. 

“Slaaaaaaaaaaave?”

“Yes Master. I’m stopping.”

Squeezing oil onto my hand, I rub my hands up Master’s lower ass and hip.  I 
massage his ass carefully, sliding my body up onto his thighs, straddling him.  
Working my hands on Master’s ass and lower back, I knead the muscles up either 
side of his spine **his back is beautiful** to his shoulders.  

I move my hands to one arm, starting at his wrist and massaging and rolling his 
lower arm muscles.  I continue to his elbow and then his upper arm.  I massage 
back down to his wrist and rub each finger separately.  I get more oil on my hands, 
and then grab his other arm.  I rub the lower arm, pulling the muscles toward me 
and firmly pushing them away from me, continuing up to his upper arm.  I rub back 
down to his hand, manipulating each finger separately.  I sit up, grab the oil, 
and lean forward with my hands on his lower back.  I pull my body up over his ass 
to his lower back.

“Slave, you aren’t rubbing that pussy on me trying to get off, are you?” he asked 
without even opening his eyes. 

Blushing, I reply, “No Master, of course not.”

I squeeze more oil onto my hands.  I reach out and rub Master’s shoulder and 
neck.  Pulling the muscles in different directions and pressing firmly.  

I wipe my hands on my outer thighs, getting excess oil off them. I run my 
fingertips up through Master’s hair and press into his scalp, around his ears, 
temple, and forehead.  I move my fingertips all over his scalp pressing firmly, 
but not too hard.  I lean forward, my nipples brushing against his back and kiss 
Master’s neck, and I slide off Master and push him over onto his back.

I rub his face, running my fingertips along Master’s ear lobes and up 
behind his ears.  I lessen the pressure in my fingers as I slide my hands 
onto his face.  Carefully, I rub around his eyes and cheeks.  I press a 
little harder as I rub his forehead and scalp, pulling his hair gently 
in large handfuls, manipulating his scalp.  

As I slip my hands down to his neck, I lean in and kiss his chest.  I 
straddle Master’s hips; I feel his cock behind me. I move my hands, 
kneading and rubbing, down one arm to his fingers.  I rub the palm and 
back of his hand.  I rub and twist my way back up.  I do the other arm 
the same way.  As I rub the palm and back of that hand, I lift his arm 
up and suck one finger into my mouth. I lower the arm, rubbing back up 
to the shoulder.  I kiss Master’s chest again, lightly biting one nipple.  

I squeeze oil into my hand and start rubbing his shoulders.  Pulling and 
pushing his neck and shoulder muscles carefully, I work my way to his upper 
chest.  I run my hands up and across both sides of his throat – no pressure. 
I place my hands on his chest **he’s got a beautiful, muscular body**.  I 
raise up my hips and push myself back over his cock and straddle his thighs.  

I massage Master’s chest, squeezing and occasionally licking.  I rub Master’s 
stomach and hips; I start to slide down Master’s legs more.  I pour more oil 
into my hands, Master’s erect cock catches my eye **don’t do it girl – resist**.  

I lean forward with the oil in my hands and lick the shaft to the tip, sucking 
his cock into my mouth gently.  I quickly lower my mouth on his cock as far as 
I can, turn my head slightly and come back up.  Then I turn my body so my right 
hip is to him and suck him back into my mouth.  I suck harder as I come back up 
and let his cock slip from my lips **nope, couldn’t resist**.

I take my oiled hands and rub Master’s calves down to his feet, careful not to 
tickle.  I rub up to Master’s knees, one hand on each leg, pressing firmly and 
kneading his muscles.  I get between his legs and rub his inner thighs, then his 
outer thighs.  

I lean over and suck his cock into my mouth again.  Down and up I go – real fast, 
sucking hard, two times.  I let him slide out of my mouth again.  Moving my hands 
to his cock and balls, I very carefully massage them.  I put my mouth back over 
the head of Master’s cock and lick all around, as I gently start stroking it.  
After licking and sucking the head, teasing, I slowly lower my mouth on Master’s 
cock and press it to the roof of my mouth with my tongue.  

I slide his cock back out of my mouth and lay my body on Master’s legs.  I press 
my breasts around his cock and start sliding up and down the length of it with my 
breasts.  **I wonder…** I lean my head forward, until my chin touches my chest and 
open my mouth.  **Yes – I think I can …** I try to get Master’s cock into my mouth 
without hurting him.  I suck his cock into my mouth again – teeth covered by my 
lips **do NOT make a mistake here!**.  As I slide my breasts up and down his cock, 
I pull the head into my mouth each time I’m close enough.  

Suddenly, I feel the hat pulled off my head.  Without stopping or changing 
position, I raise my eyes to try and see Master’s face.  He watches me – maybe 
three strokes in this manner.

When I raise my head up and let his cock slip from mouth and ask, “May I still 
mount you Master?”  

He grabs me and pulls me up his body in reply.  As I slide across his cock, I 
push my thigh into him firmly.  He grabs my hips as I raise up.  I put my hand 
on Master’s chest.  This is always exquisite; I have to brace myself for the 
feeling.  

I feel Master’s cock on my slit, I rub my clit against it and then slowly – oh 
so slowly – slide my pussy down onto his cock **hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm**.  I 
start sliding up and down Master’s cock slowly.  It feels so good.  I grip with 
the walls of my pussy, flexing, as I slide down onto him.  

I move one hand to my clit.  As I raise my body up and down on Master’s cock, 
I rub my clit in circles.  Faster now, deeper, harder.  I slide up and down – 
stroking my clit faster.  My breathing changes **careful girl – you are close**.  
I spread my legs farther apart, to get him as far inside as I can **CAREFUL 
GIRL**.  Faster I slide on his cock, almost pounding up and down.  **Master 
said NO cumming – you better stop or you’ll disobey him** I have to stop, but 
I’m afraid I’ll displease him.  

His hands on my hips still, raising and lowering me.  He grips tighter 
**OW!** He’s touched my left hip, I flinch.  I quickly lift off Master’s 
cock, scooting back; I take it into my mouth and quickly get the same up and 
down speed as before.  

I suck and push him to the roof of my mouth with my tongue.  I cup and caress 
his balls, moving my mouth to different angles with each stroke.  Faster I suck 
and move my mouth, my hair falling forward, tickling my face and Master’s 
stomach area.  Faster I suck.  

I feel his hands on my head **don’t’ get scared – focus on Master**, they 
are lightly touching my hair.  Faster.  He grabs my pony tail, holding it.  
I keep sucking and licking and pushing with my tongue – faster.  I feel his 
cock growing in my mouth, stiffening.  Master’s body tenses, I push my mouth 
onto his cock as far as I can and start swallowing, constricting my throat on
the head of his cock while stroking the shaft, squeezing his balls gently.  

Then I feel it.  The new movement starts in his balls, moves up the shaft.  
Then, my mouth is full and I can’t swallow fast enough.  It’s very warm.  I 
pull back from his body some, swallowing two or three times, still pressing 
up with my tongue and sucking gently.  

Master tugs on my pony tail, pulling me up his body.  I wrap my arms around 
his neck.  

He smacks the left side of my ass lightly **OW! I hope he didn’t notice me 
jump** and says, “That’s for thinking ahead in your punishment.  But I liked
it, so no further discipline, THIS time.  Don’t do it again slave.  You ask 
first next time.”

“Yes Master.”  

I close my eyes.  I pleased him.  I smile. 

“Why did you jump two different times when I touched your hip slave?”  I don’t 
answer.  “You thought I wouldn’t notice?  Answer me slave. Now.”

I sit up facing Master.  

Looking into his eyes, I reach above his head and grab a tube of antibiotic 
cream from the head board.  Handing it to him, I say, “I can’t see where I 
need to apply this at Master.  Will you do it for me?”

Without waiting for his answer, I turn my back to him, the area in question 
no longer covered by chaps.  He sits up on one arm to look at my hip.  Then 
he drops the tube of cream.  He reaches out with his fingers, lightly tracing 
the mark on my hip.  He runs his fingertips along the ink lines.  
  
“When did you do this slave?”  He keeps tracing the ink over and over.

“Today, Master.”  I twitch as his fingers tickle my skin.
     
He looks up quickly, stopping his fingers.  “Does it hurt slave?”  

“No Master.  You tickled me.”

Master squeezes some of the ointment onto his fingers and gently rubs it onto 
the inked area.  When he’s done, he pulls me down beside him and looks at the 
tattoo.  “It’s best viewed from behind you slave.  An above view it seems.  
Why did you have it put there?”

“I told the man to put it were it could be seen best from behind, whether I’m 
seated, standing, laying down, or bending over; by someone taller than I am.  
I wanted it where you could see it when ever you wanted to, Master.”

Satisfied with my answer, Master lies down and pulls me to him.  As he dozes 
off, he puts his hand on the tattoo, tracing the raised MV with his fingers.  

He can do that.  It is after all, his.  

It is Master’s View. 


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