in session with Master, part 2: transformation

March 15, 2021

"Erotica is far more than the description of physical sensations. It is a guide to feeling alive." -- Sir MJ

"Reach up and remove My shirt." gently untucking the hem from His tight black jeans, i lift the thin cotton t-shirt over His lean, muscled body, through His head and arms. Master then instructs me to join Him on the bed. i climb up next to Him on the black bedspread, i in my plunging black bra (the one with the little red roses) and tiny black lace thong, Master stripped to the waist. He is reclining, and my hands are already on His body before the next instruction has left His lips. i caress, and then begin to kiss, His chest and stomach. i focus all my attention on my lips, tongue and fingertips, paying close attention to the reaction i am getting from Him. Master is pleased, His moans and soft growls of pleasure tell me so. the sharp intake of breath and the way His stomach flexes inward when i hit just the right spot, with just the right sensation. it is so hot, so intimate and a common part of our scenes that i always enjoy.

my hand trails down His chest towards His belly button...my gaze travels further...i see the outline of Masters Cock, pressed down and against his thigh. my fingers go lower, trailing along the delicate skin between belly button and the waistline of the black denim jeans, my eyes fixed on His Cock.

i let my fingers furtively trace lower, down over the button and fly, down to where i can feel the swelling Shape and Hardness of Him. "Excellent, little one." He exhales the words, luxuriously. "On your knees." the command given, i am in place, on the big black pillow between Masters legs. on His next command, i reach up, unbutton and unzip His jeans, and take out His Prodigious Member. like a parched woman lost in the desert, gratefully, reverentially, i wrap my manicured hand around the base, and i begin to lick, and suck.

Master moans and growls as i gain steam and progress from light licks and strokes to more full use of my mouth...taking in His Shaft fully into my mouth...feeling the Hardness, Weight and Girth of Him as i suck and bob my head, up and down, up and down. this another part of our ritual that i love, and typically have some control over...at least until Master grabs the back of my head and begins to pivot His strong hips up into me while forcing my head down onto Him. it's always a bit of a difficult trick, keeping my bodies pose and angle steady, while letting my mouth, throat and neck go lax. when Master lets go i try to keep up the rhythm and *** He had going during the brief, erotic face fuck.

after a while more of lavishing Masters Cock with worship and adoration, i look up as He begins to stir and move. "Perfect, little one." i raise my head, giving the tip of His Cock one last playful lick as i do so. "On the table, you will find a blindfold, and wrist restraints. Go get those, along with the items you brought in your bag." wordlessly, i stand and retrieve the items, bringing them to Him with reverence and humility. Master has me sit on the edge of the bed, next to Him. first, the blindfold comes on. it is so good to feel Master's touch, and care, in this small action. i know the sight of me--of His property--in bondage and restraints always pleases Him. in my mind's eye, I can see His smile of satisfaction as He takes a moment to gaze upon my face.

"Open your mouth" i feel His hands again, slipping the gag over my head, and into my open mouth. the closeness of this, is so erotic. He is transforming me, for His pleasure...and for mine. i feel a deep layer of peace and comfort wash over me as i adjust my teeth and lips around the gag. mute, gagged, sightless, i am no longer quite...me...but something else, something different. i don't know what it is but that's ok...it is Masters design, and so it is good.

Master removes my bra and instructs me to put my hands behind my back. i do so and, a second later, His touch, so gentle yet firm, so...capable, as He fastens the black nylon wrist restraints on me, one at a time. He clips them together so that my hands are clasped against my lower back. the transformation, combined with the peacefulness, grows within me. i feel like i am sinking, or floating.

in this moment, He is my World. poised on the edge of the bed, i sit in the darkness and wait. Master had instructed me to bring my crop, so i brought both of them (when in doubt...). soon i feel one, the edge of the leather tongue gently tracing the outline of my exposed breast, my stomach. next, His hands, His fingertips, so gentle, retracing the path that the tip of the crop just took. He repeats the action on the other side, first the edge of the leather crop, so sensually sliding across my skin. then, His fingertips. again, and again, on different parts of my body. the teasing leather tongue, followed by His fingertips.

the sensation and gentleness of the moment thrills me. the air is filled with an erotic tension and intimacy that i only feel with Master. He is manipulating me; teasing me; slowly making my body pliable for His pleasure. i feel somehow..full...but also empty...the transformation almost complete as my mind falls deeper and deeper into subspace.

once more, the tip of the crop touches my skin, but not the edge of it this time. i feel the flatness of the cool leather against my breast for just a moment....then...."smack"! Master delivers one swat, then more, expertly placed on the side of my breast. then the action, the small flurry of blows, is repeated on the other side. Master alternates between long, teasing strokes and the sharp smacks of the crop. "Spread your legs," He says, and i do so, without hesitation. Master grips my body, tilting me. at first i think He is placing me down on the bed, but no, He is pressing my body against His, positioning me so that He has access to my inner thigh. "smack! smack! smack!" a flurry of sharp, stinging blows to my inner thigh, first on the left, then the right.

i am completely His now, the transformation is complete; i am no longer me but something else--something more, and less, all at the same time. a vessel for His pleasure; a toy for His amusement. stripped of my s***ch, sight; bound and naked, a blank canvas for Him, a willing lump of clay to mold and use as He sees fit.

i moan and mewl, my body twisting and squirming at the harshest of the blows from the stinging crop; but i take care not to speak. the s***ch restriction has had a profound effect on me and i am enjoying this different sensation greatly, how it is enhancing the session and my feeling of submission. it's not like i make a habit of prattling on during scenes, but somehow, the fact that the restriction is there, puts everything to different perspective and different light. reminding me of what true service is, or can be. reminding me what my true role is, or can be...

Master instructs me to lay back on the bed, His strong arms supporting me as i do so. He has arranged the pillows so there is no discomfort as i lie back with my hands bound behind me. i settle in to the pose and breathe. i sense a movement as Master gets up from His seated position beside me on the bed; i hear Him walk away. His footsteps echo in the large, empty space. i hear Him fetch something from the direction of the kitchenette, then the sound of water running. a few moments of silence, before the sound of His footsteps returning. another movement as Master kneels or sits on the bed, partially over me. i cannot see, but only feel His presence above me as He speaks. "The next thing you feel will be cold, and sharp, little one. Do not move or flinch. Do you understand?" i nod to indicate i do understand. "Very good. You will feel it here," Master indicates the spot by touching the left side of my chest with His fingertips. the way He touches my flesh, with two fingers, slightly pressing down, reminds me of the touch of a doctor during an exam. firm, gentle, with an expertise that is so natural it belies the years of practice and training it took to attain such a touch. the next thing i feel is the cold, prickly steel of the Pinwheel gliding across my skin, down my breast and to my stomach. the touch is like a feather, slow and measured; such is Master's experience and expertise with these toys and instruments. "Now, here," He touches my right side. then again, the coolness and gliding of the sharp instrument. "Now, here," i can hear the absolute glee in His voice as He presses the hollow space just under my neck and above my breasts. again, the Pinwheel touches my skin, again, i feel it gliding, down, between my breasts and to my stomach. how many more times this action is repeated, i can not say; i breathe and remain still and loose myself in the sensation. the physical sensation as well as the mental sensation of being under a true Master's touch and delicate care.