He was holding his sleeping slave close to him, playing with her hair. It was early evening, but they both needed some rest and recovery after an intense afternoon. He didn’t think he’d fucked this many times in two days…in years! Something about this new slave of his made him, and apparently his cock, feel years younger. Perhaps it was her uninhibited enjoyment of all the new things she had been exposed to. She was not jaded, and yet not pre-programmed by what ‘her’ needs were. It was a good balance. She knew who she was, and that was the fundamental root of why this was working.
He was certain that she was having the most intense experience of her life at this kinky camp, and enjoying every moment of it. Well, maybe not every moment, he amended, smiling to himself. He recalled her look of total revulsion when she finally got her blindfold removed, and could see herself. God how he had loved that look on her face! It gave him one hell of a rush to know he’d done that to her, made her experience that level of submission to him.
Spit and snot had dried on her neck, while soft gooey spots still existed under her breasts, in her belly button, not to mention their combined cum that stuck her thighs together as she walked across the Dungeon floor with him. He had showered with her, a gentle experience as he laved her body with soap, feeling all her soft contours. She moaned as he rubbed the places that were starting to form bruises; he was pleased that she wore his markings so beautifully on her soft skin.
Afterwards, they headed for her tent, and fell asleep in moments, cradled in each others arms. When He woke, her head was nestled into his shoulder, her body curved into his side. He could feel the soft mounds of her tits pressing into him, the warm moistness of her mons pressed against his hip, her leg drawn up and over his. He played with her hair. He loved her hair. The soft silken texture of it, the way she would peer through it when she was being coy with him. When it was plastered to her head, drenched with the sweat that he caused, or up in a ponytail restraining her. Smiling, a tendril of hair twined about his finger, he drifted back into slumber.
She stirred. Slowly she awakened, her body sending signals of “ouch” from her back and ass and tits and hell, the list was endless. But within the burning soreness was pleasure, and she smiled deeply to remember how much she had pleased Master, and how much that had pleased her. She had never known the depths of her submissive nature until yesterday. Was it only yesterday?! She felt like she had been his slave forever. All of her life had culminated to bring her to this place, and while she regretted none of the past, she worried about her future. What would she do without him? She looked up at him, sleeping. His fingers were tangled in her hair, but she had a bit of revenge to offer him, for the comment he had made earlier. She had no idea if she still had a polka dot ass, but still, there was honor at stake here. Slowly, gently, she kissed his neck. Slowly, gently she nibbled wee spots along his throat. His arms tightened around her, but he lifted his head to give her greater access to his neck. She continued her gentle ministrations, moving over and over his throat. Pulling back, she examined his neckline. She smiled, cocked her head at him, whispered huskily,
“hello, my polka dotted stud Master”, then threw back her head and laughed aloud.
“What did you do, minx?” he looked down at her, raised a hand to his throat, felt…small, very small rises in his flesh where her busy teeth had nipped him to welts.
“I just thought that we should go to the dance tonight as a coordinated couple…me with my polka dot ass, and you with a polkadot necktie.” she chortled again, vastly amused at herself. Truth to tell, he was pretty amused too.
“Would’ve been …more effective to match us, ass to ass.”
“Like you would have let me bite your ass!” she laughed, but he could sense the question.
“Let you? No. Ordered you to…to be sure I would. And perhaps I shall some day. Maybe the same day I tell you to lick my asshole and balls.” He smiled down at her somewhat poleaxed expression, then hugged her.
“Thank you for giving me that idea, cunt. Might even have you do that tonight, after we’re all sweaty and tired from the dance.” He squeezed her again, hard. “What a good cunt I have! ”
She sighed. You just couldn’t win with these Masters. Even when you won, you lost.