Guided Masterbation Novels & Stories

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

Using the money from our shared marital account to pay for his mistress's expenses? My fingers felt numb as I continued scrolling through Felicity's social media account. Three years ago, she had uploaded a post when Henry first brought it up to me that he wanted to sponsor a student. "I got to know a stupid, old man. He's bald, and his breath stinks, but he gives me a lot of money. I only have to praise him a little, and he'll buy me everything that I want. I feel such a sense of achievement for training an old dog like him."

“I suggest you behave. If you return and become my mistress, I’ll cover all of Angela’s medical expenses. Otherwise, I might just make you even more notorious.” I took a deep breath to calm my raging anger. Then, I smiled faintly. “Is that so? Well, let’s see who gets the last laugh.” With that, I turned and walked away, ignoring his darkening expression. The highlight of the party was when they played the video showcasing the child’s growth journey. All the guests gathered around the big screen, their faces glowing with joyful smiles. I went backstage and swapped out the video file with the one I had prepared. This one contained a carefully edited compilation of all the evidence of Tristan’

If she’d been here that long, she should know something about the incident five years ago. "Just curious about something," I said casually, though my pulse quickened. Maria’s gaze sharpened. "About what?" "About Mr. Justin’s driver... Morris?" I replied. "How long has he been working for Mr. Justin?" Her brow arched, and she studied me like I’d just asked something I wasn’t supposed to. Maria’s lips pursed as she thought. "Well... it’s been a while. Five years, I think." Five years. I did the math in my head, and it didn’t add up. If Morris started five years ago, that would mean the "Master" he referred to was Justin. But it couldn’t be. The tattoo I remembered vividly belonged to Roland.

"FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!" The pleasure was a monster. It was a giant wave of fire that was burning me from the inside out. I felt my internal muscles clenching around him like a thousand tiny hands. I was shaking. I was seeing stars. I was losing my mind in the Master Study. "I'M CLOSE!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I'M COMING FOR THE MASTER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to leave his mark on the room and on me. He gave three more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world explode into a billion pieces of white light.

Chapter:5 ****** A handsome man lay on his bed stripped off his items of clothing as slaves lazily tried to bring him pleasure. A slave girl sat on him while she rides him as another worked on trailing kisses down his legs. A gentle male slave lies beside him as he ran his hands up and down Their Master's chest. But the receiver wasn't in the mood for such foreplay. His body, heart, and soul were completely owned by the thoughts of just one man. Gouria didn't want to send the slaves out of his presence just yet, for fear of what might befall them, so he lay there staring pitifully at them as they worked his body.

A cool drizzle of lube lands on my tight, puckered hole, making me flinch. His thumb rubs it in a lazy circle. Then one lubed finger presses inside, burning and foreign. He works it in and out before adding a second, scissoring them to stretch the ring of muscle. "Master… I've never — it's my…" "I know," he says. "This tight, virgin hole is a gift, and tonight you're giving it to me. Relax and breathe into it. This ass belongs to Master now, and I'm going to make it feel so fucking good."

If I do, he might not let me come at all. "Too good to ignore," says my Master. Once more, the egg spasms and shudders and judders its way through cycle after repeating cycle. The mouth settles over my clit, sucking gently, but at the same time, a finger quests over my body, flicking and squeezing at the teeth biting into tender flesh. My climax billows again, the inner tension building and… … is still-born as the iced wash defuses it mid-journey. "Master…" "I'm enjoying myself."

I was sure that he was a demon because a normal human being won't survive that hit without bleeding. He used his palm to hold the back of his head as he looked at his master waiting for some kind of permission to come at me again. His master seemed to have given him that as the guard attempted to attack me again but then I caught his hand and flinged him towards the direction of his master causing both him and his master to fall to the ground immediately, making him to land on his so called master and that earned an adorable giggle from Judith who stood quietly and watched the whole thing unveil.

Master's weave healed her soul. She wanted nothing to invade the peace in their small world, but one afternoon, deep in subspace, Master asked her about Zachery. She knew he was one of Master's most talented models and also that Master apprenticed him in Shibari. She'd had dreams of him and was worried Master would know she lusted after another man. She'd seen Master's exhibits of Zachery bound in rope, which didn't help the dreams. Her thoughts of destroying the only happiness she'd found in years caused her to panic when Master told her he was going away and leaving her in Zachery's care. It was the first time she rebelled. Master's disappointment left her feeling insecure and brought up o