Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 5

As I fell into the rhythm of daily chores, Master began using me as a slave should be used: hard. He fucked me everywhere; across the kitchen table, up against the bathroom wall, with my upper body pushed inside the washing machine. I loved every minute of it, but of course I was still terribly horny. By now it was over a year since I had cum, and I constantly had to wipe my cock as it dribbled pre-cum. Of course I begged and pleaded with Master and of course the only thing I achieved was harsh punishment. This was how I found out why Master allowed my balls to hang free. He loved to torture and simply wanted access all the time. Whether he used needles, electric shocks or just his hands, he loved to hear me scream as he abused my balls.

Then one day while I was dusting off in the dining room Master came up behind me and grabbed my waist. I knew that he would probably fuck me now and waited anxiously for him to proceed. A good, hard fuck is one of my favorite activities. But this time Master really surprised me. Instead of just throwing me up on the table, he stared kissing my neck and shoulders and caressing me ever so gently. I shuddered with lust as he turned me around and actually kissed me, long and deep. I had known for some time that I was in love with him and now I just gave myself to him as he kissed and caressed my whole body. I responded to his every touch and soon I was whimpering with need and trembling with desire. Gently he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom and laid me carefully on the bed. Here he undressed me until I wore only my collar, my corset and my ballet-toed boots. We kissed and fondled for a while and then he did the most surprising thing of all: he removed my chastity device. As my cock sprang to life, hard and throbbing with need I held my breath. I didn't dare hope that he would actually allow me to cum. At first it didn't look that way either. He entered me as I lay on my back, his hands holding my massive tits. I in turn didn't dare touch my cock, even if my need was extreme. Instead I wrapped my legs around him and grasped the small of his back with my hands as he fucked me with long, steady strokes. Then he began playing with my cock, stroking it until I was just about to cum, begging for release as tears of frustration rolled down my face.