We didn’t do it every day anymore. I didn’t question, my body had become so receptive to him, I savored even these quickies. Master notices my growing need and smirks. He was so busy these days, he had even stopped confining me to my room. He continues to thrust into me, his hips slapping against my ass with each forceful motion. “Yes, please,” I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily against him. “You’re doing wonderfully,” he says, his tone laced with control. Just as I think I can’t take anymore, he picks up the pace even more, pushing me over the edge. My breasts swell even more, the nipples hardening under the pressure of the suction cups. One day I was enjoying this newfound freedom by lounging by the pool reading some new smut Master had added to my library.
