| Straight: BDSM: Master's Reward (1/5) |
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It had been a week ago I had received the letter from Him. I heard from Him daily, of course, but sometimes it was just simply a conversation of the day’s events, or perhaps the weather in the particular area He was in. He knew I didn’t mind- not that I ever had a choice- but talking to Him, no matter what the subject, was always a joy. Occasionally, through the week, say three or four times, the discussion would lead to what He enjoyed the most. I suppose it could be called the sexual relationship between us. But I thought it so much more than that. For he was my Master, and everything I did was for Him. My day was centred around Him. He enjoyed the talks, by email, by text, knowing that he was turning me on and that there was nothing I could do. He didn’t hold many rules for me when I was away from Him, but one he stuck to truly was that I was not allowed to pleasure myself without His permission. This permission was not easily given- but as long as He could visibly see me, He said yes. So often He teased me, making me want Him so badly, wanting relief from the throbbing in my pussy and the ache in my clit, but knowing I would wait until I had His permission. But I must have done something right, for he had sent me a letter. It was on the floor in front of my front door one morning. I lived alone and so no one else had seen this letter. I arrived downstairs one morning and saw this letter. It was facing upwards, and as it was simply addressed to ‘my plaything,’ I knew who it was from, and knew that it was for me. I also knew that He had hand-delivered my letter that morning, most likely before going to work. Inside, the letter made my face grow alight. My slut, Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you have been a good girl recently- to the standard that I asked of you. It never escaped my notice. I promised you a reward. I’ll be at your back door in exactly one week- make sure you are ready; I plan to last the night. Do not disappoint me. Master My grin had spread across my face at the sheer pleasure of the thought of what could possibly come. I wouldn’t know until a week was over- I knew he would not tell me. So I would have to wait a week, and make sure I was ready. So, in the following week, I took up a routine that I knew would please Him; I booked myself for a wax. I paid particular attention to my yoga, making sure I was as flexible as possible. My house was cleaned from top to bottom. Towards the end of the week, I retrieved His toy box from inside my wardrobe, knowing full well that He would want it. I looked through it, reminding myself of what was in it. Inside I found numerous handcuffs, blinds, restraints, the odd whip, lotions, and of course, my selection of underwear and costumes that were for my Master to see. Any of them pleased Him- He had been there when I bought them and so the decision was left to me of which one to wear. The night before He was due to arrive, I |
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