I am Masters Plaything

I am master’s plaything. I am master’s plaything.

Who am I?

I am master’s plaything.

“What are you?” The masked intruders said in tandem.

You had to pause for a second your mind felt blank. Dazed and confused how long had you been tied to this chair. Ten minutes. An hour you could not say. All you say was.

“I am master plaything.” Mumbled out from behind your gag,

You said it again and again almost pleading.

Suddenly the gag was ripped from your mouth. Finally, in-between your satisfied moans you screamed in pleasure.

“I am Masters Plaything.”

You sit bolt upright in bed sweat dripping down your neck, your underwear sopping wet.

Was that a dream? That was the most intense and vivid sexual dream you ever had in your life.

You were almost sad that you had to get up now.

It was morning and you needed to go to the shops before 10.

I am masters plaything you say to yourself with a smile.