Guided Masterbation Novels & Stories

“You are not to speak or make a sound. Every time you moan or speak, I will make you wait another eight seconds to have your orgasm. Do you understand what I just said?” “Oh shit, I understand” I say hesitantly. Eight seconds? Rules? Why does the idea of rules have my skin tingling and my heart pounding with excitement. “Yes, Master,” he corrects. “Yes, Master,” I said blushing. Fuck, the thought of calling him master as he thrust and rammed into me had my inner walls clenching and unclenching. Damn . He groans with satisfaction, bending to kiss my neck and roughly grip my tits.

• Will always be ready to satisfy my master’s sexual needs. • Will never question my master’s orders. If I am unavailable I will dutifully submit a letter of permission to him via email or handwritten. • Will not have any other sexual partners during the situation of this contract. And, • During the duration of this singular contract I will submit myself to be taken care of, fed, and pleased by my master. Herein is my signature-----, consenting to this arrangement, and here is the signature of my master Nate Madden, licensor of this contract on this day -----.

Women definitely watched him with hungry eyes full of need and desire but it takes more than a pretty face to catch his attention. People often made the mistake of believing Dominance was loud. Master Steele proved otherwise. His authority lived in restraint. In patience. In the dangerous calm behind His silver eyes. To those privileged enough to know Him, He was a Master in every sense of the word — respected, feared, desired. A man who understood the intricate dance between control and trust better than most understood themselves. BDSM was not a hobby to Him. It was culture. Psychology. Ritual. Art. And Fantasy was His masterpiece.

I think I understand and I feel that from the crazy fuck that the Master is setting the pace, he moves on to massage first my back, then my buttocks, and finally my anus, then he starts to lick it and open it with his hands, I feel his head on the hole, it's really huge, I feel that he pushes but he can't enter. In the meantime Robert pushes his cock more and more down my throat, I can't breathe and I find myself forced to breathe through my nose, I feel the Master grabbing one of my arms, then the other, I try to tell him not to do it, but I have Robert's cock in my mouth preventing me, I feel a violent thrust from the Master then an immense pain in my anus, which is throbbing more and more

My pussy ached, soaked and clenching, craving more even as my body begged for mercy. Master watched me fall apart, and he loved every second of it. He came close, brushing his palm down my back, over the red lines blooming on my skin. “Color?” “Green, Master,” I said, voice shaking. Without a word, he walked to the table, set down the whip, then reached into the box and pulled out a black ball gag and a sleek, red, egg-shaped vibrator with a smooth finish. A slender cord trailed from the vibrator’s base, connecting to a compact remote control designed for precise adjustments.

Knees up and feet flat down on the bed, it is easy for me to support myself, arching, to ease into Michael, to try to take him in. My Master guides himself gradually between my poised lips, sliding in, little by little, not too deeply at first. Then out again. In and out. I hold him tightly as he exits; slacken a little as he enters. He seeps pre-cum, a trickle over my lips, helping with lubrication. It is difficult to moisten his way with my mouth so full, and my tongue pinned to the base of my jaw. Michael´s work on my clit, his fingers grinding at my G-spot is bringing me rapidly to climax. I need to pant, to gasp. Groaning and quivering, I try to keep up my performance on my Master, but

He carried me bridal style to the bathroom, putting me on the counter and standing between my legs before giving me a new toothbrush, and soon we started brushing our teeth. When we were done with our teeth, he gently picked me up from the counter and then slowly lowered me into the tub. He got in behind and pulled me to his chest. I felt his thing poking my back. His hand traveled down to my clit cupping it. "No" I screamed out agitated. Why won't he just leave me alone? "shhh baby, relax. I'm not going to do

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”