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“Please Sir, may I come?” I began to whisper, the quiet mantra of a slave being used. The words were whispered over and over to the brutal rhythm of his stroking.
“Shut up whore, I’m not here for your pleasure, you’re here for mine.” He snarled through his teeth and pushed himself harder against me.
The table cut into my thighs, his cock stretched my anus, his hands grabbed at my skin. I cried out again. Frustration took over me as I pushed the thoughts of my climax away. My body shook to his rhythm, my mind reverted back to thoughts of being his vessel. I clenched my muscles, holding tightly to his cock. He was near, that I could tell from the speed and strength of his ever powerful stroke. I was his pleasure. I his was toy. I was his personal whore slut.
His finale came with frenzy of profanity as his cock hammered inside me. Then there no sound but rasping breath as he collapsed on top of me. Master preferred stillness after a climax and I didn’t dare move. I laid upon the table, still and quiet, listening to his breathing slowly return to normal. Recovered, he withdrew from me and gave me loud slap on the ass.
“Good girl. I’ll be out for about an hour, supper should be ready by then huh?”
He was gone before I could answer. I stayed on the table recovering from his usage. I was happy. I was useful to him, I sated him, I fulfilled my job. I reached down, feeling the crease that had been bored into my thighs from the table. I smiled as I thought of the bruise that would grow there tonight. I loved carrying his mark.
