Master's Vlogger by Bink Cummings

Author:Bink Cummings [Cummings, Bink]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

Michael

The cool pre-cum coating my nipples turns them to sharp points as the wind brushes across my oversensitive skin. Goosebumps bead. Master kneels where Bonez did. His hands gently glide over my shoulders and down my sides where he cups my hips.

“You did great,” he praises, the corner of his mouth tipped into a lopsided grin that reaches his eyes, crinkling them in the corners. I down his approval like a shot of whiskey. It warms my belly to have pleased him.

“Is Bonez okay?”

I incline my head in the direction he and Jake dispersed. We were having a blast together, talking, laughing, sharing stupid stories, and by doing so, taking the awkwardness of the moment away. Then … he went … I dunno—sad? It wasn’t until Master dismissed him that I watched his mask slip. I know that look well. The one where you pretend you’re peachy when, in reality, you’re dying inside. His heartache must be brutal. I can’t imagine. I’ve never been truly heartbroken before. Never gave myself a chance to love until Master. Before him, I didn’t believe it to be possible. But, I can tell you that if he feels the way I do about Master with his partner, whomever he or she may be, the kind of hell he’s facing is all-consuming.

“He will be,” Master replies.

“You’re sure? We can stop so I can talk to him.”

I probably should. I’m not nervous around him anymore, and he may need a shoulder. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for my anxiety to vanish, and for me to view him like I did many of the masters in the commune—as a friendly face. It feels good to be able to get back to that. To realize not everyone’s out to rape me. Not that I rationally thought that before, but my brain refused to stand down. It acted on reflexes I learned living on the streets prior to my stay at the commune. I can’t live like that any longer. Master was right. We needed this.

Master leans in to sweep a simple kiss over my lips. “You’re so kind hearted.” His mouth hovers above mine. I taste my bottom lip, desperate for more. Just a little. A sip from his tongue. Anything. I’ve been throbbing for what feels like hours. My poor hole begging to be stuffed with a finger, tongue, cock, toy, I don’t care. It hates the emptiness. Concurring with my thoughts, it clenches.

A volley of obscene moans arise from Jake and Bonez’s tent, severing my musings.

“Don’t think he wants to talk, baby,” Master comments with a hint of amusement.

I chuckle lightheartedly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” As they say, to get over someone, you need to get under somebody else. Guess Jake’s the perfect distraction.

Kissing my forehead and nose, Master squeezes my hips once before he releases me to stand. I can’t move. My feet have long since gone numb. Now that’s something they don’t tell you when you become a submissive—that you’ll be placed in precarious positions that oftentimes hurt or make you lose feeling in your extremities.

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