Dear Master by Katie Greene

delicious, tingling waves of pleasure to flood through my body.
    I moaned, Master. A long, low animal moan. Do you remember?
    It felt so good to be used like this, Master: for you to finally touch and explore my body however you wanted, and for me to give myself up to you completely; to let you do whatever you wanted to me.
    Suddenly I felt you grab both my wrists and pull them back behind me. I fell forward, my face falling against the bed sheet as your hot strong hands pinned my wrists against the small of your back. I heard you reaching down to something on the floor next to you — it sounded like a briefcase unlocking — and then a moment later I felt cold curved metal on my wrists, clicking firmly into place, locking my hands tightly behind me.
    There was a delicious pause, Master, and then I felt you roughly tug my thong to one side. You were so quick and rough that I gasped in surprise.
    You held my panties to one side while the fingers of your other hand began to toy once more with my pussy lips and clit. As you worked my sex in urgent circles, I gasped again, unable to contain my pleasure.
    When your fingers once more move up towards my asshole, I realized just how wet I was, my hot gooey juices slicking over my tingling goose-fleshed skin. I felt you lean in behind me, bringing your face right down towards my ass. You tugged the thong down over my thighs, then pulled my ass cheeks wide apart, bringing your face up to my eager asshole, sniffing in deeply, and then I felt your hot wet tongue begin swirling round my tingling butthole, then slide slowly right the way into me. And like that, you began fucking my tight little ass with your tongue, Master, just like I hoped you would.
    I squirmed forward, pressing my face hard against the silky sheets, gripping a mouthful between my teeth, feeling the faint beginnings of an orgasm rising up in my body. As you continued to softly fuck my ass with your mouth, you also slipped two fingers into my pussy, which by now was dripping wet; I could feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs.
    Oh shit, I thought, as you fucked me in both holes, your expert tongue and fingers working in perfect unison.
    I pressed my face into the sheets and moaned with pleasure, as you fully explored my pussy and ass.
    I wished I could reach for my breasts, cup them, play with my nipples. I could feel that my nips had  already stiffened into hard little buds and I wished my hands weren’t bound tightly behind me, so that I could tweak and tug at them. But instead all I could do was moan and writhe on the sheets, offering my ass up to you, Master.
    Next you slapped my ass, just two firm hard slaps, one on each buttock and it caused such a delicious pain that I cried out and shivered.
    And then, all of a sudden, I felt you grab my hips hard with both hands and effortlessly flip me over, so that I fell onto my back. It hurt to lie on my bound hands, but I figured that pain was something you wanted me to experience too, Master. I felt a hand on my face, tugging off the blindfold, and then I looked down between my legs, and saw you for the first time.
    You were just how I was always picturing, Master.
    Your eyes were black and burning and your hair was silver and there was such a look of urgent lust fixed on your face as you tugged my panties over my ankles, then pushed my legs apart, my slick wet pussy completely exposed to you. You touched two fingers to the opening of my sex, then brought them to your mouth, sucking my juices off your fingers.
    “Hello, Slut,” you said, and your voice was strong and deep, somehow both cold and warm at once.
    You touched my pussy again, this time offering your glistening wet fingers to me.
    I sucked myself off them, tasting the sweetness of my own sex.
    Then you tugged off your black t-shirt. Your skin beneath was tanned a light dusky brown and your body was surprisingly in shape. You looked more athletic than like some steroid junkie, though.
    I watched