In His Arms

He holds me in his arms. He's only a few inches taller than me but I always feel so small when I'm with him. It helps that he treats me that way, too.

I stroke the fur on his chest. It's thick and wiry, dark and dappled with grey.

I can feel the heat growing between us. I whisper, "Master, may I touch you?" I have to ask, otherwise, I'd never stop. His cock fascinates me.

He nods and I feel it against the top of my head.

I trail my fingers down his chest, over his hard stomach to the heat between his legs.

He's half hard and getting harder by the second.

I wrap my fingers around his cock and thank him.

These are the moments I enjoy most; I feel so small and weak when he holds me and so turned on by his masculinity. I am so turned on, feeling the girth of his cock in my hand. Feeling how he reacts when I start to stroke him.

My hips start to pump on their own accord. My own cock is hard as well, though what I have between my legs is a pale imitation of his manhood. My Master is a real man while I'm something else. He has lots of names for what I am, and each time he utters them my spirit soars because I feel truly seen.

Sissy, cocksucker, faggot, beta, fucktoy, bitch, cunt. Each word is like a bolt of electricity through me and I know that because I've been able to compare that feeling to real bolts of electricity when Master hooks electrodes up to my balls.

Master lifts a hand from the small of my back to my shoulder and applies the slightest pressure. This is my signal. I slide down his body until I'm face to face with his magnificent cock. I begin to kiss and lick it. In the dark of the room I can't make out every vein like I like to but I have my favorite spots that I know intimately.

Master doesn't want me to lavish his cock with kisses tonight. I feel him push into me and I open my mouth to take him inside me. He goes deep quickly, tickling the back of my throat. He is insistent and I am a greedy slut. I begin bobbing my head up and down on his shaft while my hands wrap around the base of his manhood, cradling his balls in my eager hands.

He begins pumping his hips and I meet his thrusts with my vigorous mouth.

Feed me, Master. Pump your seed down my throat. This is my need. This is my purpose. I am here to make this man feel good no matter what the cost. I have given myself over to him and he knows it. He knows that I am powerless around him. He knows that he owns every inch of my body and can do whatever he desires with me or to me.

I wonder if he will cum in my mouth or if he'll choose to use me in another way. Frankly, I don't care. I ache to be his in whatever manner he sees fit. I am in ecstasy and he knows it. I'm making my Master happy and that's what I live for. But, oh, to feel him cum in my mouth... to feel his cock get even bigger and to feel those balls tighten under my fingers.

I lick, I suck, I take as much of his massive cock in my mouth as I can and he helps by pushing far into my throat. I moan around his cock and I hump the air with my little dicklet.

He grabs the top of my head to stop me. This is the worst part. No matter what happens next, I'm pouting right now because I don't have him inside me.

He rolls over in the bed and I know what I have to do next.

I spread his cheeks with my hands and find his delicious asshole with my tongue. When we first met, I describe this as being a "hard limit" but he knew what's best for me. The first time I tongue-fucked Master's asshole, I had been helpless to resist. I had been tied down and he lowered himself on to me, not allowing me to breathe until I serviced him in the way he saw fit.

Now this is one of the things I love to do most for my Master.

I slither my tongue as far as it will go and push to add even an extra millimeter as I go inside his tight hole. I lick and suck, my saliva making a mess of things. I moan into the depths of Master's ass and feel him stroking himself while I serve him. Sometimes I wish there was another sissy in the bed with us so I could lick his ass while the other sucked his cock.

Master could tie us up together and keep us in the same cage. I wonder if he'd make me suck the other sissy or if he'd make me fuck her. Would we both be objects of his amusement? Would he play favorites? I don't want another sissy in the house if it means I won't be Master's favorite.

I already suffer some when Master takes me to his special parties and I see him playing with other submissives. But it's my leash that he's holding at the end of every party. These are some of the thoughts that go through my head as I service his ass.

There was a time in my life where I never would have dreamed that I'd be serving another man, much less licking his ass so vigorously. But here I am. Master knows what I need and he give it to me.

"Lay on your back," he commands and I do as he says.

He positions himself between my legs and I hope that he'll have me lift them so he will take me. But, he doesn't. Instead, he strokes his impressive cock until he cums all over mine. I feel the heat from his spunk as it lands on my flesh.

He has me stay where I am while he comes up on the bed and positions himself next to me. He tells me that I may jerk off while I suck on his slowly deflating cock. His spunk is my lubricant as I jerk my little pathetic member. My hands are slick with his juices and I can taste it drooling from the source.

"Good girl," he purrs and this is enough to send me over the edge. My own load is just a tiny addition to all of the spunk that has collected on my stomach. I continue to suckle until he tells me to go get cleaned up. While I hate to leave him, I know that we will cuddle once again when I return. And perhaps we'll do this all again soon.