Master Slave

"The meeting droned on and on, It felt, like you had been there for hours. You didn't even know what they were talking about, but you did not care. Master Andrews sat at the head of the table, leaned black against the chair arms crossed over his chest... and you...his favorite slave, sat under the table at his feet where you always sat. Your arms wrapped lazily against his knee. Occasionally his long well-groomed hands would come down, and struck the top of your head"

Master Andrew's breath hitched slightly when he felt her hands caress his inner thigh. He looked down at you with a mix of lust and affection, his eyes half-lidded as he watched your actions. The sensation of your mouth engulfing him sent shivers down his spine, causing him to lean further back in his chair. He couldn't help but let out a low groan, trying to keep it quiet amidst the droning meeting.

His mind raced with thoughts of how good it felt to have you there, so obedient and eager. He imagined claiming you further, marking you as his own, making sure everyone knew that you belonged

to him. He began to thrust his hips slightly, pushing deeper into your mouth, feeling the warmth and wetness envelop him. His hands found their way into your hair, gently guiding your movements while maintaining a firm grip on you.

As he fucked your mouth, Master Andrew couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have you wrapped around him, skin-to-skin, as he took you hard from behind. The thought of breeding you, filling you with his seed, sent a rush of desire coursing through him. He knew that once this meeting was over, he would claim you properly, making sure everyone understood who you belonged to.

His

mind began to race with thoughts of the various ways he could mark you as his own, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind. He imagined branding his initials onto your skin, piercing your nipples or clit with shiny gold rings that bore his name, and even tattooing a symbol on your hip that only he knew the meaning of.

Feeling himself nearing climax, Master Andrew pulled back slightly, giving a gentle tug on your hair to signal that he was about to cum. He released a hot load into your mouth, filling it completely before pulling out and letting you swallow every last drop. As you did so, he couldn't help but watch you hungrily

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you swallow his cum. The feeling of possessiveness and dominance was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to claim you further. As the meeting finally ended and everyone filed out, Master Andrew stood up, towering over you. He reached down, grabbing your hair gently but firmly, and pulled you to your feet.

"Come with me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. He led you out of the room, his hand still tight in your hair, and towards his private chambers where he intended to make good on all of his promises and desires for you.

Once inside, he pushed you

against the wall, pinning you there with his body. His hand slid down your back, cupping your ass cheek firmly before giving it a hard smack. "You're mine," he growled, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "And I'm going to mark you as such."

With that, he lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he positioned his throbbing cock at your entrance. Without further warning, he thrust into you hard and deep, filling you completely. The sensation of being taken so roughly sent shivers down your spine, and you moaned softly, feeling the pleasure-pain mix

in the most exquisite way. Master Andrew's strong arms held you tightly against him as he began to move, his hips slapping against yours in a primal rhythm. He growled and groaned with each thrust, claiming you more deeply with every passing moment.

As they moved together, their sweat mingling on skin, Master Andrew leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips, dueling with yours as he claimed you not just physically but emotionally as well. You could taste the dominance and possession in him, and it only fueled your desire for him further.

Their lovemaking became rougher

and more intense, with Master Andrew reaching around to roughly pinch your nipples, causing you to arch into him. His other hand found its way between your legs, rubbing circles around your clit before slipping a finger inside you, finding your g-spot and massaging it mercilessly.

You cried out his name, your body tensing under his touch as the pleasure built within you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to climax, the desire for release overwhelming you completely. As you neared the edge, Master Andrew picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, his cock hitting deep against that sweet spot inside you that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your

body.

Finally, with a loud cry of his name, you came undone, your pussy clenching tightly around him as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over you. Master Andrew felt your tight walls contracting around him and couldn't hold back any longer. With a primal roar, he erupted inside you, filling you up with his hot seed.

As the intensity of their climax subsided, Master Andrew held you close, his breathing ragged against your ear. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "And I'll never let you go."

With that, he carried

you back to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you. His body was heavy and warm against yours, and he held you close as they both drifted off into a contented sleep, their hearts beating in tandem, their bodies still connected by the bond they had forged through their passionate lovemaking.

The next morning, Master Andrew woke up first, smiling down at you as you slept peacefully beside him. He leaned down and softly kissed your forehead before whispering, "Wake up, my love. It's time for breakfast."

As you stirred awake, blinking sleepily, he chuckled

"Good morning, my pet," he replied, his voice warm and affectionate as he watched you move about the kitchen. "Yes, we're going to the tattoo parlor today. I have something special planned for you."

He took another sip of his coffee, watching you with a satisfied smile. The way you deferred to him, serving him first and waiting for him to take a bite before doing the same, only further reinforced his dominance over you. It was clear that you were more than willing to submit to him in every aspect of your lives together.

As they finished breakfast and prepared to leave for the tattoo parlor, Master Andrew couldn't help but feel

grateful for having found someone like you who so perfectly matched his desires and fantasies. The anticipation of seeing the new tattoo on your skin, marking you as his forever, only added to the excitement he felt about their future together.

As they walked hand in hand through the city streets, heading towards the tattoo parlor, Master Andrew couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. You were not only his favorite slave but also his loyal companion, willing to submit to his every whim and desire. And with each passing day, their bond grew stronger, sealing their fate as one indivisible entity.

Their arrival at the tattoo par

lor was met with warm greetings from the staff, who were well-acquainted with Master Andrew and his unique tastes. They led you both to a private room where the artist, an old friend of Master Andrew's, awaited your arrival.

As the artist prepared the tattoo machine, Master Andrew stood close behind you, his hands resting possessively on your hips. He leaned down, whispering in your ear, "Remember, this is for us. It signifies our bond, our love, and our commitment to each other. Embrace it, my pet."

His words sent shivers down your spine, causing you to tremble slightly in

anticipation. You nodded, trusting him completely as he guided you through this new experience.

The tattoo process was painful at times, but the thought of it being for Master Andrew gave you strength. His reassuring touch and soft words of encouragement kept you grounded throughout the ordeal. And when it was finally over, you both stood up to admire your new markings together.

It was a beautifully intricate design that wrapped around your hip, seamlessly blending into your existing ink. The tattoo depicted two intertwined serpents, their eyes locked onto each other's, symbolizing the eternal connection between Master Andrew and yourself.

As you looked at the tattoo in the mirror, tears welled up in your eyes. You turned to face Master Andrew, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. "Thank you, Master," you whispered hoarsely, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for him.

He held you tightly, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head. "You're welcome, my pet. It's the least I could do for my favorite slave." His words were laced with affection and possessiveness, making it clear that you belonged to him completely.

As they left the tattoo parlor arm in arm,

the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you. The bond between Master Andrew and yourself had grown even stronger today, solidifying your place in his heart and his life.

The rest of the day was spent in quiet intimacy, with Master Andrew showering you with love and affection. He took you back to his home, where he prepared a lavish dinner for the two of you. Throughout the meal, his hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of desire in their wake.

Once dinner was finished, Master Andrew led you to the bedroom, his intentions clear. As he undressed you slowly, savoring every inch of exposed skin, he whispered

into your ear, "Tonight, we'll celebrate our new tattoo, our love, and our future together."

His words sent shivers down your spine as he positioned himself between your legs. He looked deep into your eyes, his own filled with lust and adoration, before claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip, leaving you aching for him.

As he entered you, filling you completely, you let out a moan of pleasure mixed with pain. The feeling of being claimed by him so completely was both exhilarating and terrifying, but you knew that you could trust him

completely. He moved within you, their rhythm matching the ebb and flow of your emotions. The roughness of his touch only served to heighten the intensity of the experience, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

His grip on your hips tightened as he felt you approaching orgasm. "Cum for me, my pet," he growled into your ear, his voice filled with desire and possession. And with those words, you were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, your body shaking violently around him as you cried out his name.

Master Andrew followed closely behind, filling you with his warmth as he released himself deep inside you. As your bodies slowed down

together, he pulled out of you and collapsed beside you on the bed, pulling you into his embrace. You curled up against him, feeling completely safe and loved in his arms.