The master’s words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel a mix of excitement and fear coursing through my veins. Master said the length was fine, but we had to do it now occasionally for “maintenance.” When he pulled them off this time, a bit of milky liquid came out. “Your body is adapting beautifully,” he continues, his tone reassuring yet laced with an undercurrent of control. Master set it up so that the vibrations of my belt would kick in for as long as the machine was running. He takes my hand and leads me to the center of the room, where he ties my wrists to a metal pole. “Yes, please,” I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily against him. My eyes travel up her naked body to her slightly disheveled freckled face. I have to admit there is some disappointment he won’t be playing with me today, but I also did not mind having the day to myself.
