Movie Night & Master’s wishes October 28, 2025
Friday night, Master decided we would go to the movies. I got excited. I’ve been wanting to see the Bourne Ultimatum for some time now and I felt like I was finally going to get a chance to enjoy a night out with Master sans kink. Well, I was wrong. “Come here, Kitten”, Master said sweetly. I should have known better than to trust a voice that sweet, but I’m a silly kitten some times and it almost always gets me into trouble. Master had me insert small anal plug and a small vaginal plug. I was to wear them to, during, and back from the movie. So obediently, I put them in, and we were on our way.
On the drive to the theatre, I couldn’t help but writhe around and grind on the seat. The anal plug played against the vaginal one and the vaginal one slipped in and out as I clenched my anal muscles tightly to hang onto the invader in my ass. It was pleasure. I would have climaxed had I been allowed but since I wasn’t the ride was even more scintillating. By the time we arrived, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to make it into the theatre without losing the toys, but walking on my tip toes as if wearing heels kept everything in place. Master laughed at my tactic but praised me for being inventive. Finally, we were sitting down for the movie and as it began, so did my service as a fetching girl. I had to go for drinks, popcorn, napkins, drink refills, and all the while, I was struggling with fatigued muscles down below trying hard not to let my plugs slip embarrassingly to the floor. Hour 2 of the movie began with uncomfortable cramps and unwelcome anal urges. I was writhing again, but this time in discomfort. Master’s whispers in my ear to hold on, and take it for his pleasure gave me resolve when I was near tears. When the movie was finally over, I begged to go to the bathroom and remove the plugs but Master said no to that request and made me wear them home. There were 2 stops before home, one for gas, which I had to walk in to pay for and once for milk, eggs, bread, and general groceries which I also had to fetch. By this time, I was holding it together with prayer.
When we were finally home, Master commanded me to strip and head straight to the bedroom. I was so happy to fall onto the bed that I nearly wept. Maybe not wept, but I was happy. Master smiled down at me and reached between my thighs sliding the vaginal plug in and out twice before pulling it from its resting place with an audible pop. The anal plug came out as easily. My thighs were coated, silky and wet and Master cleaned me up with a wet warm cloth before teasing my clit with his finger tips. I moaned my first sign of enjoyment in several hours as Master slipped his finger into my wet and welcoming slit. Instinctively, I reached down for his hand and pushed his finger deeper inside me. He smiled at me and removed his finger.
THEN HE INVITED ME TO THE LIVING ROOM FOR A MOVIE.
See, this is what it comes down to for slaves. Master’s wishes. Sometimes Master’s wishes don’t coincide with the wishes of the slave in the least. Now see, I would have LOVED to have been fucked silly right then, but it had pleased Master to watch me writhe, squirm and deal with the many obstacles he put me through while wearing the twin plugs. I thought it was just the beginning but for him, it was the whole point. I thought it was elaborate warm up but he saw it as the whole game. So, I’m sitting on the sofa beside him as he absently pinches my nipples from time to time, kisses me and tells me he loves me. I’m obviously still pretty much on edge sexually so that every touch nearly pushes me over and he finds joy in seeing me that way; sexually needy and wanting, quivering and begging for every touch. It’s ecstasy for him, agony for me, but that’s what makes him a Sadist and me a willing victim.
Master never did fuck me that night. He did, however wake me up several times by kissing my neck and pushing his cock right up to the edge of my puckering star, arousing me. He’d remind me that he owned me and then let me drift back off to sleep. This went on until morning when he finally allowed me to service him orally. I sucked his cock like a dutiful house slut and he came on my face, breasts, and tummy, marking me, owning me. Then I was allowed a 2 hour uninterrupted bubble bath….
With my waterproof vibe…
Sometimes service does have its reward
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