A Letter to my Master

I am aware of everything now. I feel his hardening cock against my mouth as I lick and kiss him. I feel 'my' hair on my face. I can hear his breathing, becoming more ragged. I can feel my knees through my hold ups on the carpet. Even my breasts – the fillet, glued to me hang on my chest like I imagine a woman's breasts would.

I want him, every part of him in me and in my life. He has such power over me and I am not sure he realizes just how far I would go for him. We have talked in a roundabout way about threesomes and foursomes, bondage and bukakke and I would gladly do any of these if it pleased him.

Back to the present. My eager, willing mouth has reached his glans and my tongue swirls around it's base, my hand pulling the foreskin fully back. A globule of pre cum appears at the tip. I look up and he smiles at me and nods.

I dip my head ad my tongue swirls around his glans, licking up the pre cum like some ancient Roman nectar. I feel a shudder run through my body at the taste of his fluids. I feel a shudder run through his body at the touch of my mouth.

I whimper as I put my mouth around his cock head and sink it a little, only a little onto his mushroom head. I want more, but pull back and show restraint.

He shows me a popper bottle and I nod. This is the magic potion he tells me that will lead to my complete submission to my becoming a complete slut.

He leans over and puts the open bottle under my nose and I inhale deeply.

Almost immediately, I am more turned on than I could believe possible. I feel my cock in my pants grow and start to push painfully against the silken material. As I hear him inhale as well, I feel his cock magically swell in my mouth.

The amyl has a magical effect on me and I have to fight the urge to rush and swallow him all the way down. I take just his head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around and dip my head in a small motion and then back up, my hand cupping his balls still wet with my saliva, so lovingly applied.