Rahul comes to new normal
I was nervous as fuck when I first messaged you on that kinky website. I was 25, and you were 26, and I had never done anything like this before.
I stand before you, Ansh, my Master, my Dominant, my everything. The room is bathed in the soft glow of candles, casting a warm, sensual light over your chiseled features. Your eyes, dark and intense, hold me captive, as they always do. I can feel the anticipation building in the air, a palpable force that makes my heart race and my breath hitch.
"Kneel, slave," you command, your voice deep and authoritative. I obey without hesitation, sinking to my knees on the plush carpet. The position is familiar, comforting even, a reminder of my place in this dynamic. I am yours to command, yours to control, yours to use as you see fit.
You approach me, a small, wicked smile playing on your lips. In your hand, I see a candle, the wax pooling at the top. My heart skips a beat, a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me. I know what's coming, and I both dread and crave it.
"You know what to do, Rahul," you say, your voice a low, seductive purr. I nod, taking a deep breath as I prepare myself. I lean forward, my body taut with anticipation, and press my lips to your hard, muscled thigh. The scent of your skin fills my nostrils, a heady, intoxicating aroma that makes my head spin.
You tip the candle, the hot wax spilling onto my exposed balls. I gasp, the pain sharp and intense, but quickly fading into a warm, pleasurable sensation. I can feel my cock hardening, straining against the restraints that bind me.
"Good boy," you murmur, your voice filled with approval. The praise sends a shiver down my spine, a surge of pleasure that only intensifies the sensation of the wax. You continue to drip the wax, each drop a new wave of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping and moaning.
Once you're satisfied, you set the candle aside and turn your attention to my aching cock. Your fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking me with a firm, steady rhythm. I moan, my body arching into your touch, desperate for more.
"Patience, slave," you chide, your voice filled with amusement. I groan, my body aching with need, but I know better than to disobey. I remain still, my body tense with anticipation as you continue to tease and torment me.
Finally, you release my cock, leaving me gasping and panting with need. But you're not done with me yet. You move behind me, your hands deftly undoing the restraints that bind me. I'm lifted onto the bed, my body splayed out before you like a feast.
You bind my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving me completely at your mercy. I can feel the cool air on my exposed skin, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. I'm completely vulnerable, completely exposed, and I've never felt more alive.
You take your time exploring my body, your fingers and lips tracing a path over every inch of me. I moan and writhe beneath you, my body aching for release. But you're in no hurry, drawing out my pleasure, making me beg for more.
Finally, when I'm on the edge of madness, you position yourself between my legs. I can feel the head of your cock pressing against my entrance, the sensation making me moan with anticipation.
"Please, Master," I beg, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, fuck me."
You don't need any more encouragement. With a low growl, you thrust into me, filling me completely. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming, but oh so good. You set a relentless pace, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I can feel my orgasm building, a powerful wave of pleasure that threatens to consume me. I beg for release, my voice a desperate plea that fills the room.
"Come for me, slave," you command, your voice a low growl. And with a final, powerful thrust, I do, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cry out, my body shuddering with the force of it, as you find your own release, filling me with your hot, sticky seed.
Once we've both caught our breath, you release me from my bonds, gathering me into your arms. I snuggle against you, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
"You did well, slave," you murmur, your voice filled with pride. I smile, a sense of satisfaction and contentment washing over me. I am yours, completely and utterly, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
And that, my dear reader, is the end of our little tale. I hope it was as enjoyable for you as it was for us. Until next time, stay kinky and keep exploring.
