Taught to Love (BDSM)

9

Alice Ross

I picked the dress my Master's slut had left in the my living room.

Deo opened all of the door of the rooms and they only got in one of them. He didn't close any of the rooms.

I had to see how far he went with women. So I went to the room where the magic happened. The door was opened ajar and I took a peak.

Shivers went down my spine when I saw my Master's submissive was tied on a leather made bed, with her ass up.

From my angle, I could see everything. The glistening pink colour of her pussy full of her juices that dripped to the bed. Thank God it was a leather made bed.

And the Master came, with his always erect posture, walking slowly and looking at his submissive as if she was a prey. He wore nothing, but a black pair of sweatpants and what looked like to be leather gloves.

He held the edge of bed, watching how her body writhed waiting for any move from her master.

But Deo didn't even move. Instead, he admired the body of his beautiful submissives. The marks on her back, the fading purple shade of her butt... He admired his art.

He lowered his head and just kissed her back. Something never expected from him. The monster he was. The monster she made me think he was!

My heart hurt for seconds, seeing that. Maybe I wouldn't last anyways. The man didn't even look at me or acknowledge my presence.

He kissed her multiple times until he reached her ass. "Today I'm in a good mood." He said.

"I'm glad you are, master." She said, in her sultry voice.

"Did I give you permission to talk, slut?"

She didn't say anything and shook her head.

"I asked you something!" His voice was so deep that made the floor tremble at the sudden interruption to the icing silence.

"No, master."

"You love misbehaving. Ruining my mood." He said "when all I wanted was ... touch" then, his gloved hand touched her skin and she hissed.

One his hand started moving, I saw small amount of blood coming out of her palid skin.

His hands kept caressing her body, with his vampire gloves as she hissed and cursed in pain, unable to make free moves.

My heartbeat increased as I watched that sadist show and not only did my heart react to that, but so did my core. I felt my inner walls clench and unclench. That got me so hot and bothered but I didn't quite understand what fascinated me... what made my body want that. 

Was inflicting pain on people what got me so bothered or was feeling the pain, what sounded more attractive?

But that didn't seem matter at that moment. My eyes were simply hypnotized by that. By the way his eyes shone with every small drop of blood coming out of her skin. By the way my master's submissive's pussy was dripping in her arousal.

He, then finally took his hands of her and removed his gloves. He walked away from her, to another part of the massive room that the angle I was in didn't reach, letting her catch a breath.

My master then came back, with something in his hands. He entered three fingers inside  her and she moaned loudly, echoing in the whole room.

In seconds, he removed his glistening fingers, covered with her juices, and entered her asshole, earning a gasp from me and her.

He moved his finger, while she moaned and groaned.

"Such a horny slut." He said before replacing his finger by a huge purple dildo inside her asshole and another inside her core.

He then took his huge erection out of his black sweatpants and stroked it a bit while he walked and stopped in front of her. His cock was inches away from her mouth.

Automatically, she opened her mouth to take his cock and he brutally entered her. He used her mouth like a toy, while she gagged several times, without even taking all of him. But he didn't seem to care, he fucked her mouth like the end of the world.

By the sounds she made and the way her hips started moving, she was close to her orgasm and so was my master, whose eyes were now closed, while he violently wrapped his hand around her neck, until he finally came.

"Cum." He groaned as he came inside her mouth, slowing his moves and releasing her neck from his large hand, while she trembled as she came, squirting violently.

They were both satisfied. They were both glad and relaxed. He loved seeing her suffer and she loved suffering in his hands.

That was the most spectacular scene I had ever seen. The perfect example of giving and taking. She offered her body to him and he offered his skills to make her body feel good.

I spent years at what was supposed to be a bdsm accademy and that was nothing I was used to see. Women there were taught to give. Always. Give our everything to those men without expecting nothing from them.

He then released took off the toys from her and released her arms and feet from the black ropes.

With some difficulties, she got out of the bed.

I had to get out there and recompose myself. It was took late, my master found me next to the door of his play room and looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"Help Irina and then clean that mess."

"Yes Master." I lowered my head. Willing to submit to him and offer myself to please him. Always. Even thought I knew he wasn't willing to give me nothing in return.

I looked at Irina. She was sitting on the leather bed.

I entered the room and she looked at me. I held her hand but she refused to take it.

"My master will do my aftercare." She said.

"No. He told me to do it."

She only got up and walked out of the room. I looked at the red marks that the vampire gloves left in her back, with some blood coming out of it.

I followed her and she got in her room, entering the bathroom. She opened the bathroom cabinet and took alcohol, cotton and ointments.

I cleaned her wounds slowly and when I was done, I helped her with her shower. I finally applied some ointments on her skin.

We did that in silence and then she went to her bed and laid there. She still looked at my neck.

The collar. It is always the collar.

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