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 had always been curious about the slave/master dynamic, and you seemed like the perfect person to explore it with. You were dominant, confident, and had a way with words that made my cock twitch. I remember your first message to me, "I want to own you, Rahul. I want to control you, use you, and make you beg for more."
We talked for weeks, our conversations growing more explicit and intense with each passing day. You described in vivid detail what you wanted to do to me, and I found myself getting harder and harder with each dirty word that came from your keyboard. Finally, we decided to meet in person.
You lived in a small, cozy apartment on the outskirts of the city. When I arrived, you answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of black leather pants and a smirk. Your chest was bare, and I could see the defined muscles of your torso. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "Come in, slave," you said, your voice commanding and authoritative.
I stepped inside, and you closed the door behind me. You grabbed my arm and led me to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, and there was a large, black leather bed in the center. You turned to me, your eyes burning with desire. "Strip," you commanded.
I hesitated for a moment, but then I began to undress. You watched me intently, your eyes roaming over my body as I revealed more and more of my skin. When I was finally naked, you circled me like a predator, your fingers tracing the lines of my body. "You're mine now, Rahul," you whispered in my ear. "And I'm going to do whatever I want with you."
You led me to the bed and told me to get on my knees. You grabbed a length of rope from the bedside table and began to bind my wrists behind my back. I could feel my heart racing as you tightened the rope, securing me in place. "Good slave," you said, your voice low and husky. "Now, let's see how well you can take orders."
You grabbed a small, black vibrator from the drawer and turned it on. You pressed it against my cock, and I gasped as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. You moved the vibrator up and down my shaft, teasing me and making me beg for more. "Please," I moaned, my body writhing with need. "Please, Master."
You smiled and removed the vibrator, replacing it with your hand. You began to stroke me, your grip firm and sure. You leaned down and kissed me, your tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste the faint hint of whiskey on your lips, and it sent a shiver down my spine. You pulled away and looked into my eyes. "I want to fuck you, Rahul," you said, your voice low and commanding. "I want to fuck you hard and make you scream."
I nodded, my body aching with desire. You grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer and poured some onto your fingers. You reached around and began to massage my ass, your fingers probing and teasing. I moaned as you slipped a finger inside me, the sensation of being filled making me even harder. You added another finger, stretching me and preparing me for what was to come.
You positioned yourself behind me and pressed the head of your cock against my entrance. I took a deep breath and pushed back against you, feeling your cock slide inside me. You groaned, your hands gripping my hips tightly. You began to move, your hips thrusting against mine as you fucked me hard and deep. I could feel every inch of you, the sensation of being filled and stretched making me moan and beg for more.
You reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts. The dual sensation of being fucked and stroked was almost too much to bear, and I could feel my orgasm building. You leaned down and bit my shoulder, your teeth sinking into my flesh as you fucked me harder and faster. "Come for me, slave," you growled in my ear. "Come for your Master."
I cried out as my orgasm hit, my body convulsing as I came hard and fast. You continued to fuck me, your thrusts becoming more erratic as you chased your own release. With a final, deep thrust, you came, your cock pulsing inside me as you filled me with your hot, sticky cum.
You pulled out and untied my wrists, rubbing them gently to restore circulation. You lay down on the bed and pulled me into your arms, your body warm and comforting. "Good slave," you whispered, your voice soft and gentle. "You did well tonight."
I smiled and snuggled closer to you, my body still tingling with the afterglow of our encounter. "Thank you, Master," I said, my voice soft and content. "I'm glad I'm yours."
You laughed, your chest rumbling against mine. "You're welcome, slave. And just wait until next time. I have so much more planned for you."
I shivered in anticipation, already looking forward to our next encounter. I knew that with you as my Master, I was in for a wild ride. And I couldn't wait to see where it would take me.
