My Master Came Back Home - BDSM, Dominatrix

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“Fancy seeing you here again.”

Fuck. Could it really be him? Shouldn’t he be somewhere in Australia right now? Chills crept down my spine and goosebumps pierced through my skin. It felt like my lungs stopped working for a second as if my breath was somehow cemented inside of me. It took me weeks, hell even months to get over him. Why the fuck would he come back now?

I took a deep breath in, releasing the tension that was now flaming in my chest, and turned around to find him standing there. Looking better than ever.

His 6’4 frame stood there towering over anyone who came close. His athletic built was well masked under his tailored suit and coat, but his entire face was exposed. That muddy black hair that I ran my fingers through was now styled flawlessly with the sides fading lightly into his thick fresh-cut beard.

His lips were losing their colour from the cold outside, but they looked as appetising as ever. And his dark eyes, cut through his sparse lashes penetrating me and analysing every little step that I took. As I stayed there trying to regain function to spit out a few words, Azid reached his hand over inviting me for a hug. But my focus was pulled away again, as I focused on his black leather gloves. The same gloves that have made my pale white ass turn into a rosy shade of pleasurable pain.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” he laughed, “Are you ok?”

“Well, it pretty much feels like it. How long has it been? Almost a year since we last spoke?”

“Oh, I’ve missed hearing your voice. But yes it has been a year, and time flies. Not that it did much effect to you, you look amazing. I love your new haircut.”

The universe gave me a helping hand as the barista called out my name, pulling me out of that situation. I slowly walked up to the counter, grabbed my coffee and was going to try and sneak out. But Azid caught up with me and grabbed my hand, “hey, it was nice seeing you again. I know we didn’t really leave things on a good note, but I’d love to get a drink with you and catch up.”

I paused for a second wanting to push his hand off of me and telling him to get lost. But instead, I sighed “Sure, just text me” and left the coffee shop.

The rest of the day was practically ruined. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Azid and I dated for 9 months, and by that, I mean we fucked for 9 months. Pure, raw, ass slapping, nipple clamping and ball gagging kind of sex. The type of hardcore that you’d fantasise about.

I loved every minute of it, having my ankles tied up to the bedposts and getting my ass whipped before he devoured it with his tongue. Or when he would put the blindfold on me and ask me to bite on the ball gag before sliding his thick shaft into my soaking wet slit.

But one day, out of nowhere I got a text from him that he was on going on a boys trip to Australia for a year. Apparently, they were going to do some soul searching and see what the world has to offer in other continents. What pissed me off though, wasn’t that he’d gone its that he didn’t have the decency to tell me. He just packed up and left without any notice.

His excuse was that we were never official, so he didn’t feel like he needed to tell me in advance. Exclusive or not, it was still a dick move to do, and I was pretty pissed off about the whole situation.

Despite my efforts to get over him, I was somewhat pleased to see him again. He had a way, hard to put it to words, but it was mainly his charm that just left me feeling like jelly when around him. And the same feeling came back as soon as I walked into that bar.

Azid was already there, sitting at one of the bar tables scrolling through his phone. His broad shoulders made him look tougher than he really was, and his rolled-up sleeves exposed his irresistible forearms.

We spent the night drinking gins, laughing at our stories, and casually flirting and touching each other. I could feel my thigh burning when Azid placed his hand over it, reminding me of how good it felt to have his fingers graze over my bare skin. His lips looked more luscious than ever teasing me as he sipped through the straw, making me curious whether I could taste the bitterness of the gin on his lips.

“let’s get out of here” he whispered, “I want to tear your clothes off. I’ve missed your beautiful curves.”

“Nah, I think we’re doing just fine right here” I replied.

“Please, I’m dying to tie you up baby. I want to kiss your slit and taste your sweet juices.”

“Hmm, what else do you want?” I asked partly because I was intrigued but mostly because I was already getting wet at the thought of grabbing hold of his thick cock.
“I want to fill your ass with that diamond butt plug that you have, and then I want to slide my hard cock inside of you and tease you slowly. I want to grab onto your neck, and watch your eyes glisten as I thrust inside you.”

“Oh Azid, you’re so much trouble,” I said, shaking my head. “Walk me home”.

As we walked back to my apartment, Azid kept whispering things that he wanted to do to me. How he was going to make me edge and make me beg to cum. How he wanted to watch me walk around the room naked with my ass red from all the heat in his hands. And when we got home, he certainly did not disappoint.

“Get naked,” he said as we entered the hallway, “I want you to get naked, and then go into your room and get all of our things. Get the nipple clamps, the ball gag and the blindfold too. And then I want you to sit on the bed and wait for me like the good girl you usually are”.

I loved the way he spoke to me, his dominant side always came out during sex, and I would always take a step back to enjoy every part of it. I stripped my clothes off, marched down to my room and laid out all the things he asked for.
“I’m ready, please get in here.”

Azid walked into my room still fully clothed/ Without saying anything, he took the blindfold and wrapped it over my eyes. Then I heard him reach out for the

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Written by Nina Lessi
Uploaded February 9, 2021
Notes Two years ago I met Azid, and he quickly thought me all there is to know about being an obedient submissive. But he decided to leave the country and relocate in Australia. To my surprise I ran into him a year later, and all of my feelings came rushing back. How could I ever say no to my master?
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