My Master is the most beautiful person to ever walk this world. He is my God. He is my life. I will never cease to be grateful for His presence, His power over me, His attention, and His life in itself.
I wake Him with a gentle kiss. It is early Saturday morning, and if He wants to sleep in, He will tell me now. He opens His eyes slowly, and smiles upon seeing me. I smile back. If Master is happy, I am happy.
"Good morning, Luna," He says.
"Good morning, Master," I reply.
I pull back the covers and slide into bed next to Him. I like to lay next to Him when He's just woken up, and He has never told me off yet. I know He is naked, I have already dressed in the clothes He laid out for me while I was sleeping.
My eyes linger on His body, beautiful and perfectly formed. I trace my fingers over His face, and He watches me in amusement. I run them over His lips and He playfully nips at my fingertips. Of course, I squeal like a little girl. He smiles, that gorgeous, perfect smile.
I run my hands over His chest, toying with the tiny patch of chest hair that is sprinkled there, down to His abdomen. Finally I reach the iron rod of flesh, at attention as always. His skin feels like silk beneath my hands.
Continuing, I run my hands over His inner thighs. He laughs and I realise that I am moving lower down the bed the further my hands travel.
"Come here, Luna," Master instructs. I move back to lay at His side, facing Him, and He rolls over to face me. I stare into His eyes, a deep, luscious brown that I could drown in without even trying.
He watches me as I study Him, marvelling at His exquisiteness. His eyes are serious now.
I focus on those eyes. I watch them as they travel over my face and down my neck, analysing my body. He pulls the blankets completely off, and I am presented with the opportunity to visually explore His naked body for what must be the hundredth time - yet it always feels like the first. I marvel at the colour of His skin, tanned next to mine, which is pale in comparison. I drink in the sight of His body, lightly muscled, marked with the occasional tattoo. His left nipple is pierced, I toy with it lightly.
"Luna?"
"Yes, Master?"
"What are you thinking about?"
He asks me this often. Sometimes I can't answer Him the way I want to. The words don't come out, and if they do, they never sound as meaningful as I mean them to. How can I tell Him He is God personified?
"I am just grateful to have You, Master." It's the only thing I can muster.
I kiss the spot beneath His ear, and leave a trail of kisses down the hollow of His neck. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. I can feel His heated rod of silk pressing against my navel through my clothes.
He kisses me then, a deep and passionate kiss that leaves me breathless, then slowly He begins an exploration of His own.
He lifts me from the bed with one hand and removes my top in one fluid motion with the other. He throws it casually onto the floor. He then turns His attention to my skirt. He slides it down past my hips and then it too is discarded. He lays me down with the utmost care and runs His hands through my hair, kissing me full on the mouth, His tongue searching for mine. I don't deny Him. He breaks the kiss and moves down to tease my nipple with His tongue, nipping lightly, sucking ever so gently. He moves to the other, repeating the treatment. I feel the love for my Master turn to lust, and it burns me with fierce intensity. The heat that blazes in my nipples spreads to my pussy, filling me with an insatiable hunger for my Master.
He lays a trail of kisses from my neck to my navel, travelling still further south until He reaches His ultimate destination. Before Master, I was a virgin. I'm glad for that, because my Master is the only man I will ever experience. I am not tainted with memories of sweaty, light-headed, meaningless nights with men I don't remember as so many of friends have been. I had had some experience with men and sexual deeds before I met Master, but all were disappointing, until I found Him.
Master takes His time inspecting me. He orders that I keep myself clean-shaven at all times, except for a thin strip of hair as a mark of my womanhood. I have shaved carefully this morning, and I hope He likes what He sees.
He seems satisfied, and places a kiss on my skin. The hunger intensifies, and I struggle to keep my breathing steady. I can feel His breath on my skin. I close my eyes - I can't look at Him without wanting to beg Him desperately to fuck me, take me, use and abuse me. Unexpectedly I feel His tongue on my clit, a long stroke with the flat of His tongue that leaves me breathless. My eyes snap open. A moan escapes my lips and He smiles wickedly before continuing His pleasurable torture. He varies His strokes - teasing me with the tip of His tongue, then a long, flat stroke, taking my clit into His mouth and sucking gently. He runs His tongue over the smooth skin of my outer lips, dips into the depths of me, devouring me like only Master can. I am openly crying out now, rocking my hips into Him. He presses me back down on the bed, instructing me to be still. He continues to devour me, His tongue working steadily towards its goal. It takes every bit of my self-control to keep my body from rocking into His touch.
"Master, please," I beg desperately, "I need You."
He looks up at me and smiles again, that wicked smile that melts me. He rises up my body until His lips meet mine, and I can feel His rigid cock pressing at my entrance. I taste myself on His lips, on His tongue. Without warning, He enters me in one long, hard stroke. I moan gratefully as the emptiness inside me is filled.
He thrusts again, deeper, His eyes locked onto mine.
Yes, Master, You have control over me, I am Yours. I am helpless without You, lost without Your guidance. I need You, Master, and I love the way You show your love, ramming into me time and time again, filling me, breaking me.
He keeps His thrusts deep but slow, a beautiful, agonising torment. I rock into Him, wanting Him harder, faster, deeper. I want everything He can give me. I want Him to abandon Himself in my body, care not for the way my body reacts. My sweet captor, my loving conqueror, the missing part of my soul.
