CaptinIncubus

I created a tumblr if anyone likes art,erotic photos,and a spin with a master/daddy/slave/hippie feel, its heart warming and gets your blood pumping.

http://lunarphenoix.tumblr.com/

Love a intelligent slave,this was written for me today by one im teaching. enjoy :) 

I was his. Completely his, in every way. I wore my servitude on my neck in the form of a black leather collar. A charm hung from an O ring with his name engraved on the front.

I stood behind the front door, awaiting his return home. I wore nothing but his favorite panties.

They were white and lacy with a tiny black bow in the front. I stood for as long as it took, waiting for my master to return. Finally, I heard the key click the lock, and the door swung open and my master appeared from behind it.

“Welcome home, Sir. I have prepared your drink.” I always had a drink waiting for him. I wanted to make sure that he could relax as soon as he come home from working all day. After all, he deserved it. “Good girl,” he said, taking the cold drink from my slender fingers.

He flicked the charm on my collar and gave me a small smile as he walked past me. I didn't move until he told me I could follow. I turned on my heel and accompanied him to the living room, three steps behind, per usual. I watched his lips touch the edge of the glass and take a sip.

The ice cubes clinked in the glass. It was such a sweet sound. He turned to face me and I stopped in my tracks. He placed the glass on the side table atop a coaster and raised his arms to his sides.

I immediately remove his jacket from his shoulders. I hurry over to the coat closet and hang it up neatly and return to his side. Upon my return, he slides a finger under my collar. His finger is hot against my skin and it sends shivers to every inch of my chilled skin.

He gently pulls me closer to him, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest. My face is just below his, and I'm forced to look up, though I don't mind. My body is inches from his and I can feel his warmth. Oh, how I wish to push against him and sink into his skin. His mouth hovers over mine, and I feel my lips part slightly, wanting to feel his tongue. His eyebrow raises, as if he can read my mind, or perhaps its the look in my eye telling him how badly I want to please him. His finger leaves my collar, but his hand gently wraps around my neck.

My breath catches in my throat and a fire is sent down below. The feeling of his strong hand around my throat makes my body tingle. My chest rises and falls with each heated breath I take and I can tell he is just ravishing in the sight of me squirm. He releases my throat and slides his hand down to my breasts. My nipples are already hard from the chilled air and the excitement I'm already experiencing.

His warm hand cups my breast, soft at first, then rough, almost causing me to lose my balance. My master's eyes watch his hands fondle my breasts, watch my chest rise and fall. A small smirk formed upon his lips and I knew I was pleasing him. His hand traveled down my stomach and brushed the top of my panties, dipping just below the waistband. “You want to please your Master, don't you, my Pet?” He said in that warm, dark voice that always captivated my body, soul, and mind. “Y-yes, Master. I aim to please you, Sir,” I said, my voice shaking with anticipation.

“Good.” His voice was stern and commanding. He placed his hand upon the top of my head and pushed me to my knees. I knew exactly what he wanted and I was thankful for the opportunity.

My knees touched the cold tile below me and I was eye level with the top of his pants. My fingers eagerly found the clasp of his belt and pulled it open. The button and fly were opened just as quickly, and his manhood was quick to great me. I pulled it out the rest of the way and admired it's size.

I would always be amazed by it. I ran my soft fingers down the entire length of the shaft and back up again. A soft groan escaped my master, and I was eager to continue. Without further hesitation, I wrapped my pink lips around the head and licked the tip lightly, slowly sliding down. Within moments, his length touched the back of my throat and my tongue circles the base.