Ecstasy (a first moments release)

There is more here, an embarrassing bit that I’d rather not talk about. Let’s settle on the fact that Master taught me a lesson, one that I will forever remember. It involved an inspection for which he bent me over across a shelf, facing a wall mirror. I bowed my head, ashamed to have disappointed him, but he twisted his fist in my hair forcing my head up.

It was not gentle as his cock pushed into my ass again, but I didn’t want it to be. I deserved the pain for disappointing him, but it was more than that. It was a cleansing of what had passed between us. Once again he demanded that I look at him and after the initial shock I enjoyed it. The contortions of his face as he dove deep inside me sent shivers down my spine.  It was a revelation for me to know that regardless of the disappointment, he wanted to use me still, delve into the pleasures my body could provide.

He did not release my hair, but rather used it to push me into the shower. I knelt at his feet as the water washed over us. He cleaned me roughly and I lapped at his cock as he did. I reeled when he left me there without a word. I knew there were reasons, but a finger of doubt crept through me. Was he still angry?

I hid in the water, my head bowed as it flowed over me. I floated in indecision, finally standing and turning it off. I rubbed myself dry, the feeling of the towel rough against my skin. I dried my hair as best I could and stepped out, picking up my brush to run it through my hair. His towel flicked over my head and fell around my neck. He pulled it tight almost pulling me over backward. I spun with it finding myself back on the bed, his hand once more buried in my pussy.

The next bit is a conglomeration of sensations. I floated blissfully through the time coming over and over again. I was his to use and he did so with splendid abandon. I was amazed to find myself crying softly but it was not in the anguish I had started the afternoon in. It was gentle, soft, a sweet release. My Master had taken the time to understand. He cared for me, wresting my semblance of control out of my white knuckled grasp because it was what I needed.

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