Should She?

The next night, I thought I heard a dog bark. I stirred restlessly. Then, I heard the key turn in the lock. And smelt the presence of my master. A little strange this night.

Lying, eyes closed, I felt him fumble in the darkness. Next, I felt him place a velvet band over my eyes. He stroked my thighs, kissed my lips, caressed my nipples, then turned me over on to my belly. He joined a leather collar round my neck, placed leather armbands around my wrists and encircled my waist with a leather thong which he positioned between my thighs, carefully. Lastly, I felt the invasive pressure of a oiled and tapered butt plug enter my ass. I winced at first, but he massaged my cheeks, diddled my prince, and let me rest as I absorbed the situation.

I lay still, feeling my cheeks spreading and wondering, what was next. A tremor of anticipation shuddered through my thighs, increasing my nervous excitement. I climaxed without thinking, when suddenly I felt his cock against my lips.

The smell was overpowering, sweet scent of manly power..I kissed the tip, as always, and sank my mouth around the lunging strength. He throbbed, and groaned, and thrust his member deep into my throat. I gobbled, sucking with all my might, when with a sudden violent turn, he withdrew, thrust me on my belly, yanked out the plug and penetrated me without ceremony, willfully, plunging into my ****, yielding ass, cruelly, no questions asked.

I was taken aback, sore and questioning, but I felt him surge, climax, spend and leave, without a word. I listened to the door close and lay in the darkness, wondering, was this all that there is, am I just a **** to his passion?