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masterpet: Being of Service - Her Tuesday, January 15, 2013 He came home and I greeted Him. Kneeling, in front of Him, in the vestibule, holding His cock in my mouth, a young wife dressed in jeans, socks, thong, bra and shirt. I could be anyone’s wife. But I’m His. Being His meant that my body is His to enjoy. Being His meant my heart and soul were devoted to service to my Master.  I’d spent the weekend in my chastity belt, not released at all from its steel embrace until Monday evening. And that evening I needed to get some marking done for the students quizzes. So Tuesday when Master came home, I should have thought of Hs needs. That they would run high. He got blow jobs from me but that wasn’t enough. And I just was not really anticipating what would happen. Ritual complete, we stepped into the living room. He out His hands on my hips, turned me around, moving us both forward until my thighs pressed against the armrest of the sofa. He unbuttoned my jeans. Ran His hands inside the front, pressing His fingers against my slit through my thong. Then He yanked the jeans down to my ankles, followed by my thong. I stood bare-assed, in socks and shirt and bra. It was going all rather quickly, I was slightly turned on but not read for when He pressed His cock against my opening, the rammed into me in one thrust until He bottomed out inside me.  I was being used. I yelped in surprise and discomfort, but did nothing to resist. Looking over my shoulder my face was filled with questions but I said nothing. He on the other hand began to thrust. Hard. Very hard. He gripped my waist and rammed into me, his thighs and pelvis hitting me so hard I could not maintain my balance. I fell forward, bent over the armrest, my face in the sofa cushion.  Master’s hands began to slap my ass as he fucked me; He ran his nails on my back and ass, short as they are, they were still capable of leaving red scratch trails on my body. I was being shaken apart, it was violent, focused on His pleasure. I was there to fuck whenever He wanted, and that was now. He ordered me to play with my clit as He continued fucking me from behind. I reached beneath myself but I was moving so violently from the slaps and thrusts that being on target with my fingers was all but impossible, as was concentrating on my own pleasure. It was more that I focused on enduring. I was aroused enough to be finally wet, but it was still His pleasure, not mine, that was being satisfied.  He came, groaning. I felt the spurts inside me. The thrusting and slapping and scratching left me feeling incredibly sore, my ass cheeks hurt in the muscle not just the skin, my pussy felt raw, irritated, abraded, my back burned as if He’d flogged me lightly. I was still somewhat stunned by it all when He pulled out.  But not so stunned as to forget my job as His slave. I turned and knelt, kissed His cock with love, then began cleaning it with my tongue. I may not have cum, but I was still curiously happy. He had used my body as He wanted, and that made me feel delightfully owned, of use to Him. I pleased Him. He offered to make me cum when I was done cleaning, but frankly I was too sore, too stunned by the roughness, something He almost never uses on me. However, I did appreciate that even when He wanted to satisfy His own needs, use His property for its designed purpose, (I firmly believe I was born to service Him) He still cared for my Happiness.  But I insisted that night in sleep on top of Him, hugging Him. I was far too tender to spoon as we usually do. I felt so much love for this Man that owned me. ~Pet
an-othersideofme: Worship it, slut.
badasianwife: Would be hot to look up at my husband as he took the picture. With such a nice big cock in my mouth.