My Sub - From the Master's Perspective

My message reads "leaving now".

They hadn't been together long, the chase had been worth it and was rewarding beyond belief.

It had started with easy banter, leading to written erotic stories and poetry.

She was intriguing and loved teasing him.

No face to face meets, just dropping cryptic clues. Clues to tease and frustrate him. Sending sexy photos of her body. No face pics, keeping that mystique alive. She knew her craft well.

His stories becoming more dominant, hinting at the treatment she would receive when they finally met.

She grew bolder luring him to the local Bunnings store early on a Sunday morning, playing hide and seek in the isles, before slipping away.

He was however persistent, working on her clues, until finally solving her complex puzzle.

Their first time had an unexpected build up for her, he had set her a task, to pleasure herself while he listened in over the phone.

She had completed her task while he was driving home from work, when he told her where he was, 5 minutes away, he was outlining his progress on his way to her, asking her if she wanted him to stop and turn around.

She seemed in shock, she didn't stop him, he was one street away.

He pulled into her driveway, confidently walked to the door and knocked, hoping she would open the door.

She did.

He looked into her eyes. "Hello Sub" he said, stepped inside, kissed her and pushed her against the wall in her entry.

She didn't resist.

His hands exploring, his body holding her in place. He looked down into her eyes, there was no fear.

He played with her breasts, lifting her top, taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking them, sucking them hard.

She moaned.

His hands moved to the place between her legs, delightfully wet.

His fingers strong, skillful, exploring, playing with her, making her moan, leading to "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!".

Her first orgasm.

He was relentless, she moaned and climaxed again and again, two, three, four times.

He stood back, giving her space, a perplexed look on her face, changing to one of determination.

She undid his fly, then his belt. She pulled his jeans and jocks down, releasing him.

She was on her knees in a flash and took him in her mouth. She began slowly gaining confidence, taking him deeper. His hand was soon on the back of her head, holding a handful of hair guiding the rythym, holding himself in deep, listening to her breathing. He would release her but she clearly knew who was in control.

He stepped back, undressed and lead her into her dining area, he undressed placed her hands on the table and let his fingers do the walking again, ..... and again. Her body responded quickly, more moans and cries of extacy. Her neighbours would be left wondering.

He put on protection, unceremoniously entered her from behind and started a fast rythym, pounding, then poundng harder.

She looked sideways into the wall mirror, watching him at work, watching her.

His hand went to her throat, she responded with a guttural moan before he exploded, emptying himself into her.

He pushed her down onto the table holding her there, before slowly removing this length from her.

What was only a few months ago seemed like a lifetime ago. She was his chrysalis, one who had turned into his butterfly.

Today was going to be interesting, he had some new ideas for his Sub...