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I contemplated what brought me here. I was really trying to consider all the decisions that brought me to this point, but the feelings of euphoria shuddered through my body, distracting me from my rational thoughts bringing me back to reality. I sat in his lap completely stripped of any clothes except my bra, his hands wrapped around my body, one of his hands holding a vibrator to my clit while the other pumped another vibrator in and out of my slick cunt.
The collar around my neck jingled with every jerk of my body, his breath hit my skin, hot and ragged as he continued his ferocious movements. “Don’t come… don’t come until I say so,” he growled, refusing to slow down his movements, just expecting me to follow orders as I always do. This ultimately brought me back to a thorough consideration of what brought me here, it could’ve been my coy behavior he always hinted at subtle things yet I continued to feign ignorance, thinking he was just being a tease. It seemed like a game of cat and mouse, in which he was a cat in a mouse costume.
Maybe it was fate, a twisted fate that brought me into the arms of a covert domineering man, that has the masses fooled, everyone knows and loves him for his shyness, however through my eyes I see him for what he truly is. I wanted to believe it was fate, that I was meant to be here in his arms as he forcefully coaxed me to an orgasm, as I screwed my eyes shut trying to deny what my body clearly wanted, a release. It seemed easy enough to believe anyways, but in reality, I was just some lucky son of a bitch that decided to push him past his limits just because I could. Deep down I knew something was off, so I really just wanted to see what would happen if I continued to pester and tease him past his breaking point, although from all my fantasized realities none of them came close to this.
None of them prepared me for the day he wrapped this collar around my neck, for the day he branded me as his toy. None of it could’ve prepared me for the long punishments or the even longer rewards, yet here I sat enduring another one of his punishments because I forgot to say please. It constantly slips my mind he’s a man of manners and etiquette, especially when he’s balls deep, growling in my ear that I’m his bitch. Moments like now, when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, purposefully making sure to break the skin, to serve as a constant reminder of who I belong to.
I tried to keep my thoughts distant for as long as possible, but even the strongest must fall, and my mind slowly becomes subservient to the coercion of my body's screaming desire to release this pent up tension in the pit of my stomach. “T- Tamaki,” I groaned, my neck bending forward to watch the vibrator disappear inside me.
“What,” he barked, his voice husky and carnal with desire, he was holding back, for the sake of another one of his punishments.
“P- please… I’m sorry,” I begged, my mind going blank as I felt my resilience wearing thin. I just need him to say it, I want so badly for him to say what I need to hear, to finally ease my body’s relentless aching.
“3…” he breathed, somehow being able to thrust the toy in and out of me faster. The lewd slosh my pussy made rang throughout the room along with my labored moans, no matter how badly I needed to become completely undone in his arms, by his hands, I had to wait. A constant reminder rang through my head that my ultimate goal is to please him, only then would I be truly satisfied, so I continued to hold it. “2…” my mind wandered to the person I once was before I met him, I was so opinionated and loud, headstrong and dominant, yet he was somehow able to break me apart, piecing me back together in the way he wanted me to behave, in the way he expected me to behave. Maybe in reality I was just a brat as he had claimed countless times, a seething brat in need of a master willing to punish me to their heart's content. In hindsight he was right, and I let him break me to then put me back together as a piece of abstract art that he more so enjoyed, I let him do that and my only rebuttal was ‘thank you, sir.’
I couldn't tell if the change was for better or worse, but I don’t believe I’m the rightful judge of that.
I was snapped back to reality when I finally heard him say that one delicious word that could put me at ease, “1… come. Now.” I broke the chains holding my mind captive, letting the floodgates open, my body jerked and rolled an inhumane howl ripping through my body as I felt myself cum on the toy. It didn’t stop there. My body kept going with 3 orgasms that he somehow rolled into one seismic earthquake rattling my body to the bones. Every nerve in my body went numb as I squirted on him, gushing all over his hands and the toys, it was nothing short of embarrassing.
Tamaki has made me cum loads of times with different people, in multiple positions, with different stimuli, but it has never been this intense. He pulled the toys off of me, setting them to the side as he let my body ride out this euphoric high. His hands resided on my thighs keeping my legs apart while they twitched and jerked begging to be pressed against their twin counterparts. He watched me over my shoulder, watched as I jerked and rolled, my body still humming from the already discarded stimulants. “What do you say,” he remarked, his breath tickling my ear, still ragged, serving as a silent threat to what could possibly ensue if I didn’t behave to his standard.
“Th- thank you… sir,” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
“Hmm… good girl,” he whispered, gently kissing my cheek. He is my heaven and my hell, my cause of pent-up frustration and my raw feral passion, he was the yin to my yang. He was my master.