wanted. I have no permission from her to touch. I instantly freeze up.
“Katya, she is yours… enjoy her.” Ez reassures me , reading my apprehension.
“But ...” I stammer. “I have to hear her accept, and I can’t see if she likes it or wants it. How can I observe her as a Domme if I can’t see her?” The reality of it is, I don’t want to do to her what was done to me. “This seems backwards to me.”
“Feel, ” Ez flattens my palm between her very large breasts. They engulf my hand in fleshy softness. “Her heart is racing for you, is it not?” He moves my hand in a small circle and she whimpers. “Hear her, she loves it. Unlike you, she knows who you are. She’s here because she needs to be.”
Gripping the cuffs on my wrists , Master Ez moves my hands like a puppet on a string. Both hands are firmly settled upon her breasts. So luscious and full, they overflow my palms.
“Oh, fuck, ” I hiss as soon as I realize whose breasts are beneath my palm. Master Ez’s hold releases me, and with it, mine.
I unhin ge.
I’m on her in a second. M y hand fists the back of her hair and my fingers tangling with the tendrils. My other hand tightens on her tit. Her nipple etches my palm.
My m outh fuses to hers and pries her lips apart. My tongue hungrily presses against hers, eating at her mouth, devouring her delectable taste. Animal noises rise from both of our throats as we sloppily kiss.
My hand glides from her neck to her ass. I push her in a rhythm against my thigh. My lips travel down her neck, nipping with my fangs as I go. Oh, how she loves the bites. Finally, I do the one thing that has rendered me mindless. Using both hands I push her tits together and merge my face between them. Overcome with frenzy, I bite, lick, and suck like I’ve lost my mind.
“Master, may I call her by her name? Please,” I beg.
“Oh, God, you’re killing me,” Master Ez groans. “You prove me wrong, Kitty Kat. You can appreciate a gift that is given.” His voice is rough with lust.
I pant waiting to use her nam e. If I say her name, it’s real- she’s mine. One more puzzle piece put into place. One more mystery solved. One more step closer to learning who Master Ez really is.
“Please,” I beg again . I grab his hand, and quickly kneel on the floor.
Master Ez releases a husky, masculine laugh. “Katya, I am so pleased. No, you may not use her name, yet. I know you think you know who we are. I’m not saying you’re right or wrong. But you need definitive proof. Prove it, and game over.”
“Fine.” I slink back into my chair and pout. “I’m not calling her Pet. It seems disrespectful.”
Teeth punishingly bite my bottom lip for their petulance. A soothing tongue stroke follows the pinch.
“ Pet is a cherished term of endearment, but call her anything you’re comfortable with, except the name you think she has.” Master Ez breathes across my mouth.
“Temptation, s he breaches all of my control.” I don’t even think about it, it just erupts from my tongue.
A slightly evil snicker spills from Master Ez’s lips, as if he knows exactly how badly she tempts me with her deliberate antics.
“ Temptation- apt. Alright, Kat, she’s all yours, and you’ve worked her into a tizzy. Temptation has been such a good girl, and deserves rewarded, not punishment.” When I don’t respond to Master Ez’s comment out of confusion, he adds, “Reward her.”
My eyes widen beneat h my mask. He can’t mean that. Surely he doesn’t want me to do that in front of him.
Master Ez clears his throat in warning. I guess he wants to watch.
“Temptation,” I call , and she comes to my hand.
“You may touch me…” I think about it for a second checking my comfort level. “A little bit,” I add on. “You will not come until I tell you , or I will punish you. Beware, I can be very creative.”
I reward my submissive. I can’t bring myself to admit her name in my head. I imprint Tem ptation into my
“Katya, she is yours… enjoy her.” Ez reassures me , reading my apprehension.
“But ...” I stammer. “I have to hear her accept, and I can’t see if she likes it or wants it. How can I observe her as a Domme if I can’t see her?” The reality of it is, I don’t want to do to her what was done to me. “This seems backwards to me.”
“Feel, ” Ez flattens my palm between her very large breasts. They engulf my hand in fleshy softness. “Her heart is racing for you, is it not?” He moves my hand in a small circle and she whimpers. “Hear her, she loves it. Unlike you, she knows who you are. She’s here because she needs to be.”
Gripping the cuffs on my wrists , Master Ez moves my hands like a puppet on a string. Both hands are firmly settled upon her breasts. So luscious and full, they overflow my palms.
“Oh, fuck, ” I hiss as soon as I realize whose breasts are beneath my palm. Master Ez’s hold releases me, and with it, mine.
I unhin ge.
I’m on her in a second. M y hand fists the back of her hair and my fingers tangling with the tendrils. My other hand tightens on her tit. Her nipple etches my palm.
My m outh fuses to hers and pries her lips apart. My tongue hungrily presses against hers, eating at her mouth, devouring her delectable taste. Animal noises rise from both of our throats as we sloppily kiss.
My hand glides from her neck to her ass. I push her in a rhythm against my thigh. My lips travel down her neck, nipping with my fangs as I go. Oh, how she loves the bites. Finally, I do the one thing that has rendered me mindless. Using both hands I push her tits together and merge my face between them. Overcome with frenzy, I bite, lick, and suck like I’ve lost my mind.
“Master, may I call her by her name? Please,” I beg.
“Oh, God, you’re killing me,” Master Ez groans. “You prove me wrong, Kitty Kat. You can appreciate a gift that is given.” His voice is rough with lust.
I pant waiting to use her nam e. If I say her name, it’s real- she’s mine. One more puzzle piece put into place. One more mystery solved. One more step closer to learning who Master Ez really is.
“Please,” I beg again . I grab his hand, and quickly kneel on the floor.
Master Ez releases a husky, masculine laugh. “Katya, I am so pleased. No, you may not use her name, yet. I know you think you know who we are. I’m not saying you’re right or wrong. But you need definitive proof. Prove it, and game over.”
“Fine.” I slink back into my chair and pout. “I’m not calling her Pet. It seems disrespectful.”
Teeth punishingly bite my bottom lip for their petulance. A soothing tongue stroke follows the pinch.
“ Pet is a cherished term of endearment, but call her anything you’re comfortable with, except the name you think she has.” Master Ez breathes across my mouth.
“Temptation, s he breaches all of my control.” I don’t even think about it, it just erupts from my tongue.
A slightly evil snicker spills from Master Ez’s lips, as if he knows exactly how badly she tempts me with her deliberate antics.
“ Temptation- apt. Alright, Kat, she’s all yours, and you’ve worked her into a tizzy. Temptation has been such a good girl, and deserves rewarded, not punishment.” When I don’t respond to Master Ez’s comment out of confusion, he adds, “Reward her.”
My eyes widen beneat h my mask. He can’t mean that. Surely he doesn’t want me to do that in front of him.
Master Ez clears his throat in warning. I guess he wants to watch.
“Temptation,” I call , and she comes to my hand.
“You may touch me…” I think about it for a second checking my comfort level. “A little bit,” I add on. “You will not come until I tell you , or I will punish you. Beware, I can be very creative.”
I reward my submissive. I can’t bring myself to admit her name in my head. I imprint Tem ptation into my
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