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I stood in front of the bed smiling, slightly shaking my head as I shot a half-hearted glare in his direction. The choice of outfit for the evening was laid out before me, my Master’s choice that is. He cryptically mentioned that I would be given many opportunities tonight to make my own choices, but what I wore remained his.

I sat down to slide the pantyhose up my legs, ensuring everything was in the right place. Stepping into the little black dress, feeling far more flimsy than I would have liked, thin straps loosely resting on my shoulders. Matching black heels slid easily onto my nylon covered feet, instantly feeling the tension in my legs as they lifted me into the air. He had ‘forgotten’ to provide me with a bra, the light fabric already gently teasing my nipples.

As I ran my hands over the dress, smoothing it against my skin, I felt Master behind me, firmly gripping my waist. My heart quickened, feeling his breath on my neck, tiny moans escaping me as I was enveloped by his touch. Gentle kisses along my neck had me instantly leaning into him, my body responding to his affection. My dress tightened as he zipped me in for the evening, knowing he’d be the one to take me out of it as well.

Turned around, my chin in his hand, I stared into his eyes while he smiled. It didn’t take long for him to put me in this state, claiming me, demanding without words my utter devotion. He had been and was many things to me in life: boyfriend, lover, friend, annoyance, pain in the Ass!, and support. But not tonight. Tonight, moments like this, moments where he held me in the palm of his hand, direction my every whim, consumed all factors of my mind, he was only one thing.

Master

At first we had both giggled at the word, laughing, casually throwing it back and forth. But as we delved deeper into our dynamic, realising what it meant for both of us, the word Master held weight. I could feel it leaving my mouth, the lingering effects it left on my tongue, the tingling sensation that spread through my body hearing it come from my lips. Tonight, as I felt the necklace he gave me adorn my neck, the collar I happily wore when leaving the safety of our apartment, I wanted nothing more than to be his. His good girl. His submissive.

Master smiled, at all times recognising the change in me, the moment I slowly fell under his control. Through the sass, brattiness, glares, and fits I threw his way, he at all times knew that I would do as I was told, that I would behave. I knew that at any moment I could stop this dynamic, use my one word to regain control. But I too realised something deep inside of me long ago, recognising these moments for what they truly were for me.

I didn’t want control.

I wanted his touch, his direction, his stern commands pushing me to and fro. Through humiliation, discipline, pleasure, pain, Love, torment, teasing, and anything else his wondrous mind came up with, I happily submitted. I knew he only wanted to make me happy, to feed that side of myself. My head in his hands, as well as my trust, I simply fell into that control. That dominance he so easily held over me.

Leaning down, removing me from the trance I was in, Master kissed me deeply, forcing a moan from my lips. Pulling away, smiling as he took in the sight of me, he took my hand, leading me out for the evening. I blushed as we walked towards the restaurant, feeling every breeze in my little dress. The air thankfully was quite warm, but it didn’t stop my nipples from betraying my excitement. I blushed as we were seated outside, knowing I was on display, the subtle glances my direction. But as he took my hands over the table, staring into my eyes, I simply didn’t care.

All through dinner and the walk home my legs shifted and rubbed together, the subtle ache in my Pussy never leaving my mind. I knew as we entered the apartment my panties would be soaked, would soon whimper as his fingers explored his good girl, running through the proof of my excitement from the evening. Standing at the door, held against him as he stared down into my big, willing, pleading eyes, I desperately hoped he tore me out of this dress that instant.

Master, however, was rarely predictable, instead leading me by the hand to our balcony. Confused, softly growling from not getting my wish, he gently placed both my hands on the railing, feeling the warm evening air around me. We were high enough up that the breeze was constant, lightly teasing my light dress, fabric slightly billowing in the wind. Pushing against me, lips once again tracing the side of my neck, I leaned into Master for support, whimpering from his teasing.

Feeling my necklace removed, heart beating as it was replaced by my metal collar. Thin, gorgeous, perfectly fitting around my neck, the undisputed sign of my devotion to him. Hearing that subtle click as it fell into place, the familiar weight against my neck, feeling myself fall further under his control. Moving to my ear, a teasing bite to get my attention, he whispered in that deep, melodic voice of his.

Do you want to cum, baby girl?

Not looking back, barely able to breathe let alone talk, I nodded. Master responded, kissing my cheek, taking off my jewelry. I readied the dress to come off next, but he simply left, hearing the sliding door close behind me. Scowling, my body screaming at me to be used, played with, I glanced over my shoulder. Not daring to move, I saw him casually moving about the apartment, giving no indication of returning!

Pouting, I decided then and there when he returned my answer would be no. How dare he leave me out here! Exposed, the breeze constantly teasing my nipples, the dress threatening to fly off me it seemed. Yet, I stayed, hands on the railing, feet slightly aside in my heels, and I waited. After a few minutes Master returned, his hands exploring me in all the methods I loved, forcing tiny involuntary noises to escape me. Once again, his breath Hot in my ear, he whispered.

Do you want to cum, baby girl?

My earlier defiance forgotten, stolen by his touch, I once again nodded, whimpering softly as he slowly slid off my heels. A gentle pat on my Ass, I was left yet again in the open air, my every wondered focusing on the ache between my legs. I shifted back and forth, nylons thighs rubbing together, wanting nothing more than to be bent over that railing and fucked. My wish once again denied, left to suffer through the mind games that Master had in store for me.

Another visit, another whisper, another nod. This time it cost me my pantyhose, ever so slowly sliding them down my legs. Delicately, Master ran his hands up my bare skin, evoking shivers out of my body. The warm air on my legs felt amazing, and in no way was helping with my excitement. A kiss on the cheek, a loving spank on my Ass, and the door closed once more. Once again left on my own with my desperate need to be played with. To be fucked.

My heart thumped in my chest as he returned, knowing my options for clothing were slowly diminishing. Those wonderful hands rubbed and gripped me all over, sinking into his touch as I moaned. Master’s fingers found my panties, completely soaked from the evening, each stroke forcing a whimper from my lips, my Horny and desperate mind consuming every wondered I had. Gently rubbing my clit from outside my panties, I knew his question was coming. I knew what he would take, and I knew I would say yes.

Do you want to cum, baby girl?

I growled, slightly throwing a tantrum as I leaned against him, my head resting on chest. But he didn’t move, didn’t relent, simply waited for my answer. A frustrated, sassy sigh escaped me, pouting as I nodded once more, whining at him with abandon. All it got me was a chuckle, kissing my cheek as he slowly slid wet panties down my legs. Successfully stolen, his fingers returned to my clit, robbing me of my sass. Whimpers changing to loud, desperate moans, I pushed into him, aching to be played with. To be touched. To cum.

But once again he pulled away, despite my soft begging for him to never stop. Master simply smiled, patting my Ass once more before departing, leaving me Hot, bothered, aching, and pouting. I gripped the railing hard, growling into the night, needing something to vent my frustration on. How dare he leave me in this state out here, it wasn’t fair! He knew how excited I was, what wearing that dress out for dinner had done to me. I wanted to bite him, pin him down on the bed and tear his clothes off with my teeth!

Yet again, he returned to press against me, those hands seemed to rob me of my anger. His lips on my neck stealing my resolve, fingers slowly circling my clit removing any resistance I had. I could only melt into him, desperate for his touch, warmth spreading all over my body. I couldn’t hide my excitement from him even if I tried, my only option submission, in the pleading hope that he finally, finally, let me cum.

But in the back of my mind I knew. I knew that this was far from over. As his teasing tore through me, his fingers rubbing and moving in just the right methods, my mind tried to fixate on the Orgasm building so close to the surface. But it wasn’t enough, I knew that. Master knew that. Leaving me longing, waiting, desperate. I knew his question would come, and I knew the price to be paid this time around.

Do you want to cum, baby girl?

I groaned, knowing Master knew the answer to that question. Of course I did! But did I want it badly enough to lose my dress? To stand naked on our balcony in the summer air, knowing I was on display for a multitude of strangers? My mind unfortunately didn’t have time to process the answer, my aching Pussy and clit responding for me. I felt myself nod.

Certainly not in the way I imagined it, Master did indeed unzip my dress as I knew he would. The thin straps slowly fell off my shoulders, light material sliding down my body, blushing deeply as I finally stepped out of it. Hands gripping the railing firmly, for emotional as well as physical support, again he pressed into me, holding me. His fingers found my nipples, hard for many different reasons, rolling them back and forth. My mind was a foggy mess of arousal, pulled in so many directions, wanting so many things. Yet, as he once again patted my Ass lovingly, I was given none of them.

I whimpered with each breeze, trying so hard to be mad at him. But the excitement coursing through me was all consuming, devouring my every wondered. I needed him. I didn’t care what it took, what he made me do. I heard myself moan like a whore when the door opened, feeling his naked body against mine. Master showed me a plug, bejeweled sparkly end glittering in the light, running it up and down my tongue. Shaking with need, I nearly screamedYES before he even asked.

Do you want to cum, baby girl?

For the first time that night, I begged. Over and over. Pleading, whining, whimpering, agreeing, back and forth. I let go, becoming the desperate good girl he had forced out of me, successfully broken. Master’s hand firmly gripped my hair, pulling back my head as he calmly pushed the plug inside my little asshole, feeling it slide into place. I felt it with every shift, moaning as his hands returned to my nipples and Pussy.

Fingers rubbing circles on my clit, Master slid his cock between my legs, gliding against the wetness I could no longer control. I shook with need, wishing it was inside of me, stretching me out around his cock. Satisfied his good girl was exactly where he wanted her, Master finally granted me my wish.

A hand clamped over my mouth as he pushed inside of me, stifling the excited scream of finally being fucked. I no longer cared, unable to keep calm or quiet, moaning loudly against his palm as he pushed in and out of my desperate little Pussy. His fingers never relenting, at all times teasing and playing with my clit, I heard the words I had searched for all night, his voice no longer a whisper, Master’s command coursing through my body.

Cum for me, baby girl.

I didn’t need to be told twice. His hand slid up my torso, gripping my throat as I came, catching me while I collapsed into him. My legs quivered uncontrollably, barely able to support myself, Cumming around his cock and the plug in my Ass. Soundlessly, I came. And came. And came. Wave after wave washed over me, crushing every part of my body. His fingers constant, his cock firm and unrelenting, I was trapped between them, Cumming away in his arms.

My voice returning to me, deep breaths as I tried to regain some composure. Hands still gripping the railing, never daring to disobey him, I groaned as he pushed deep inside of me, crushing my body to his, whispering into my ear. I leaned back, searching for his lips, softly moaning into his mouth as I found them. I kissed him hard as he returned to fucking my Pussy, still slightly shaking from my Orgasm. My broken voice echoed by his, as I felt him tense up, telling me he was ready.

I didn’t have to wait long, his loud groan echoing in the night sky, feeling his cum shoot out of his thick cock. Still held tightly to him, Master’s toy to be fucked, I moaned through each final thrust, as if he was pushing cum as deep as it would go inside of me. Exhausted and spent, we both held onto the railing for support, entwined and smiling. Master spread cute little kisses all over my neck and back, calling me his good girl over and over.

I moaned with satisfaction as I leaned against him, feeling his cock slide out of me. His cum beginning to drip down my leg. The plug a constant subtle reminder in my Ass, a welcomed feeling as I shifted back and forth. Pushing gently on my lower back, Master had be present myself for him. Giggling, I wiggled my Ass back and forth as a happy target, met by his large hand, leaving a redness on my cheek. Giggles turned to moans as he spanked them out of me, my hunger returning, Pussy aching for one more fuck.

Leaving me once again, promising to return, I heard the sliding door close once more. I stared out into the night, letting the summer air wash over me, a contentness spreading through my body. I didn’t know how long he’d keep me out here, or if I’d get fucked again like I hoped. As the weight of my collar reminded me, I only ever knew one thing when it came to my Master. I wanted him. Wanted to be his good girl. His baby girl. His submissive. His toy. Whatever he had in store for me, I was ready. Willing. Eager.

As the plug in my Ass was replaced by his cock, warm oil spread over my body to keep me warm, his strong hands rubbing and gripping every part of me, I knew I wanted nothing more than this moment. Gripping onto the cock invading me, onto the railing Master commanded me to hold, moaning loudly with each stinging spank on my Ass, for the second time that night I basked in my reward for being his.

I came.

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