Kajiradreams

Part 1

she is curled at his feet. her Master relaxing on the sofa, his legs wrapped around her waist holding her in place as his hand idly strokes her hair. she feels at peace… calm; yet that simple sensation of feeling his fingers flow through her hair excites her. she feels the fire deep set in her stomach burning and she smiles to herself. It is part of her, part of who and what she is yet it amazes her. She cannot fully comprehend the changes that have occurred within her since she voluntary accepted him as her Master. Since she willingly and in full knowledge gave up her free will into his care.

She would no longer wish to go back to the shell of the woman she was. She pities that person now; the person who was so fiercely independent that she vowed never to bow down to any Man. The empty life that was. Of fighting for a non-existence, just to say she was not rule.

She ponders when the change actually happened. Many men had lit a flame within her in the past, lit the flames of passion but then failed to tend it; to stoke the flames into a burning fire like the one that now burns deep within her. The fire that was created  and brought to bear by her Master.

It could have been one or many moments in the past, but still, she wonders.

When was it?

At first glance it could have been when he decided to collar her, that day when afterwards he had her knelt naked before him, feeding on his cock, wet and needy with desire for him alone before being lifted by the hair and roughly bent over a table, forcefully taken. Begging and pleading for more as she came hard, flooding her nectar over his cock and balls before being dragged back to her knees, head held still as his seed spilled into her mouth; her drinking, lapping it up. His tastes mingled with hers as she knew then how well he dominated her… and how much she craved and needed it.

Or was it? Was it when she first obeyed a command of his she did not want to. when she felt the harsh feelings within her as she fought to disobey, only to find herself bending to his will without any apparent visible action from him. When to not obey quickly became an unthinkable and gut wrenching feeling. one to be avoided at all costs.

nestling close between his legs, she tilts her head back, eyes closing briefly as she enjoys the sensations his hand creates

Part 2

she stretches and turns to face him, nuzzling her head against his jean clad thigh. If it were possible, she would quite happily purr with contentment… As it is she cannot, so does not.

She looks up at him sat there and smiles, hunger for him burning in her eyes and his hand comes around and strokes her cheek, his thumb rubbing against her face gently as she watches him.

“you want to feed my pet, I know pet. You will wait.”

She breathes slowly, calming her body down a little, bowing her head. It doesn’t take much from him to have her wet with desire, a look across a room full of people is enough, as it is she nuzzles her head against his thigh and cuddles close. She murmurs an acknowledgement to his denial and he moves slightly so he can see her more clearly, his hand again stroking her hair, neck and shoulder idly.

“You may play with yourself my pet, while I watch.”

A shiver runs up her spine at his words as she leans her head back and gazes at his face. one hand slowly travelling over her breasts and down her stomach. She parts her thighs slowly and wide. Making sure her can see everything as one deep red painted fingernail grazes over her lips and dips in between. Eyes widening with lust her fingers slowly circle her lips, nail grazing softly before gently rubbing against her clit, dipping into her wetness one by one. Shivers running down her body in pleasure he watches her, a smile on his face as his eyes roam over her body, his property. She arcs her body, between her thighs hot and sticky with pleasure. Her clit and lips swollen as her fingers pinch and roll her clit, dipping into her cove two at a time, shallow at first.. teasing, before finger fucking herself  for him, eyes wide open, watching her Master and love with pleasure blazened across her face. She can see his hardness encased within his jeans, straining for release and he chuckles softly. unbuttoning his jeans and letting his hard cock stand up free and proud. One hand stroking his length slowly as his other moves and cups a breast, pinching and rolling her nipple hard. Gasping and whimpering with pleasure she whispers to him.

“please Master…”

“Please what my pet?”

He is grinning, he knows what she is asking for, what she needs. He chooses to make her be explicit. Slapping her breast sharply before squeezing hard again on that sensitive nipple. Her fingers are sodden, sticky with nectar and she can feel sweet release close by.

“I don’t know anymore… I want release Master.. I want to suck your cock, to taste you.. I want…”

She moans, she knows he knows her well. She knows he will choose what she can and cannot do. she knows he can deny her anything. That knowledge just tips her closer to the edge.

“Taste yourself.”

she does, bringing her fingers to her lips, tasting her musky juices which coat her fingers. dipping them deep back inside her and bringing them back out, sodden again. She grins, lifting them to his lips. As he sucks them clean he squeezes her breasts hard, causing her to cry out in pain mingled pleasure. Her body shaking, crying out to be tipped over the edge. He releases her fingers and looks into her eyes. His hand slowly stroking his hard length still.

“use your hand. coat my cock with your juices. Do not release yet my pet”

She grins, whimpering as she fucks herself again until her fingers are sticky and wet with her need. she strokes his cock, wetting it, feeling his pleasure, coating her fingers again and again before bringing them back to his cock until it glistens. she can see his thick cockhead, that purple head shining and wets her lips. He laughs.

“Yes my pet. You may feed now”

she needs no second command. turning she drops her lips over his cock, tasting herself clearly there and shivering with need and desire for him alone. her tongue wrapping around his hard length and suckling with passionate abandon as he continues to punish her breasts. she tastes his precum, licking his cockhead with desperate need. One of her hands rubbing herself still, torturing her clit as her other cups his balls, caressing them,nails gently scratching his sensitive skin. she wants more, her body wants more. She can hear him groaning with pleasure as he wraps his hand in her hair lovingly and she knows she cannot hold her release at bay much longer. He bends closer to her telling her to release for him and she does, her thighs flooding with nectar, waves of pleasure racking her body as she feels his cock pulsing its seed into her mouth. His hand holding her there firmly. She drinks his cum deeply, her tongue lapping against the underside of his cock as it spills into her mouth and throat. She needs his hand holding her head. It sends her over that edge into sweet oblivion.

Slowly, whimpering with pleasure sated for a while. licking and kissing his shaft, cleaning it, she gazes up into his eyes. his hand relaxes its grip and strokes her hair before leaning down he pulls her up onto his lap. There, cuddled close in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, hands on his chest and around his body, she is at peace. He strokes her skin softly, holding her close to his heart before chuckling softly.

“A film is just starting my pet. Do you think we should watch it?”

Laughing softly she looks at him a moment before he reaches over and pulls a blanket over them.

“aye my Master. If you wish”

she closes her eyes breathing in his scent. Life doesn’t get better than this.