Her Master Returns (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Read Free Book Online Page B

proportions: bizarre, degrading, yet totally thrilling. Once
again the man had surpassed himself, taking Emily to a new level of
sexual high, and a new depth of depravity she would never had
thought in her: to be pissed upon and wallow in the action; to
taste men’s urine and drink the stuff down. It had been so
disgusting and incredibly exciting.
    But now the shower was awakening Emily: the water, lukewarm,
tingling her skin, freshening her body, cleaning it for the men,
but freshening her mind as well, dragging her back from the
depravity she had drowned in. Here under a cascade of unsullied
water, in enclosed solitude for a moment, Emily’s sense of
propriety came back to torment her. She was still wearing her
collar with the chain lead attached – this symbol of her status: a
slave to Her Master; a bitch to be used and shared around. As she
cleaned herself, it was a constant reminder of what she had done
and what she had become – and that more than any of the smacks from
the men, stung at her very being.
    Yet she still wanted more. In the shower she knew shame and
repugnance for her behaviour, but the hands she used to wash the
sticky piss from her body constantly came into contact with a
slavering pussy that got gratuitously fingered. She was going to
get fucked and used by both men and Emily knew that deep down that
was exactly what she wanted: to be taken rough and dirty by
dominant men with big hard cocks.
    Of course as luck would have it, Emily got caught red handed.
She was fingering her pussy when the shower door was pulled open
and Her Master stood there naked and grinning.
    “Tut tut, Blondie!” the man mocked, embarrassing Emily all the
more. “Can’t you wait? You’re such a cock slut. Perhaps I should
make you a present of a model of my cock and you can have it inside
you whilst you sit at your work desk. Would you like that, Blondie?
Would you like to have me permanently inside you?”
    Emily said nothing. She just gawped at the magnificence of Her
Master’s body: the muscular chest and flat ripped stomach, all
covered in a fine mat of shiny black hair. And her eyes were drawn
to the topic of conversation – the beautiful erection that towered
from his groin, so big and potent and wonderfully
satisfying.
    “Answer me, Blondie!” yelled the man.
    “Yes Master,” Emily replied, her voice choking on her shame
and the hideous acceptance that she was speaking the truth. “I
would dearly love to have such a gift. I would prefer the real
thing, but when not available, it would be thrilling to have such a
model inside me.”
    Without thinking, Emily sunk to her knees. With the shower
water still splattering onto her back, she knelt before Her Master
and bowed her head. It was an act that came so oddly natural, as
did the words that she subsequently spoke when she raised her head
to gaze at the erection before her.
    “It is so beautiful. And you were right – I have longed for it
to be inside me again. To have it permanently inside me would be an
amazing thing – a true torment of sexual bliss.”
    “Then if you do well today, I might reward you as such. He has
earned a right to enjoy you – make sure that he does. Give him what
you gave me – that should do the trick.”
    “I will try Master: but he is so big. Too big I think, unlike
you who have the perfect sized penis. May I kiss it?”
    “Yes. Then crawl out of the shower and get on the bench. I
need more than your lips – I need your shaved cunt, Blondie. Nice
idea by the way!”
    Overjoyed that Her Master was going to fuck her again, and
that he had noticed the change she had made for his pleasure, Emily
leaned further forward and planted the kiss on the base of the
man’s shaft. She trailed her tongue slowly up to the glans which
again was kissed, tongued and sucked – truly worshipped by this
cock loving slut. Then Her Master reached over to turn off the
shower. He took hold of Emily’s leash and chugged her to attention,
pulling