Erotic fiction inspired by Daiga in “Red Surrender”
My slave does as she’s told, whatever I tell her to do. Sometimes I am a cruel master, but there are times when I am generous and allow her to experience pleasure. And yet, I must always have mine too.
Daiga has a beautiful body, with an asset that my friends all comment on with enthusiasm. She has a large, stunning pair of breasts that are a constant source of pleasure for me – and for her, when I choose to allow it.
It is not often that I allow her to orgasm. Sometimes it cannot be helped – at these times it is only that she achieves orgasm spontaneously, while attending to me. But it is rare that she is allowed to pleasure herself.
This past month, I had not been at home much, and so when I was there, I made sure that I took total control over Daiga. But I was working so hard that eventually I was too tired to do anything more than slump in a chair and relax with a drink.
Daiga tended to me, kneeling before me expectantly. It was a Friday. Was she expecting me to have my way with her?
“I am too tired for you,” I told her, waving her away. “Go and sit on the bed and be quiet.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, deflated. I was suddenly saddened. A slave expects as much from her master as a master expects of his slave – it is something that is only obvious to those of us involved in such relationships. I had not been around enough to play my part…
“You will make yourself cum today,” I said. She looked up at me, surprised, almost confused.
“H-how shall I cum?” she asked. I waved my hand, the ice clinking in the glass.
“Do as you wish,” I said. For a moment she was unable to move. I had for so long been in charge of her that she had no doubt forgotten what it was like to make decisions for herself.
“But first, you will entertain me. Take off your top,” I said. Always, I must have some fun.
She unlaced her bra, a leather one, and placed it on the bed beside her. Her beautiful breasts swung free, her big nipples, as ever, catching my eye.
“Now find my cat o' nine tails.”
I have a collection of whips, but by far my favorite one for breasts is my leather cat o’ nine tails. It can hurt a little or a lot and it can cover a large area. It can also tease and titillate – perfect for Daiga’s pendulous boobs.
Daiga brought my whip to me, but I sent her back to the bed with it in hand.
“I will not be involved, expect to give instructions when I see fit,” I explained. “This is one of those instructions. You are to use this on your tits. Make your nipples hard with it. I don’t care how you do it, just make them hard. And when they’re stiff, bring them to me.”
I watched her as she climbed onto the bed and knelt with whip in hand, like a little lost fawn, or a rabbit caught in the headlights. She looked for direction but got nothing from me. Slowly, she began to stroke her breasts with the leather strips, dragging them over her nipples, watching me for approval.
Soon, she gave up seeking my orders and lost herself to her own pleasure. Her eyes wandered down her body, her fingers crept up to her nipples, squeezing them, pinching them with the leather strips between finger and thumb, rubbing the soft hide on each teat. They grew hard at her touch, ready for me.
Without my command, Daiga climbed off the bed and dutifully came to me, kneeling at my feet and presenting her stiffened nipples for me to inspect.
I looked down at her upturned, expectant face.
“Stand up… Hang those big tits over me. Get your nipples in front of my face.”
They looked like fruits, ripe for the plucking. I reached up with my free hand and pinched her left nipple hard, twisting. She squealed.
“You have done well. Now go back to the bed and make yourself cum,” I ordered, slapping her tit for good measure.
Daiga stood at the foot of the bed with her back to me and rolled her pants down off her hips, bending down to shift them off her feet, her rosy round ass splitting open as she reached for the floor.
“Hold like that,” I said, suddenly taken by this sight. “Rub your pussy with the whip.”
She took it and pushed it between her thighs.
“No! Bring it around your ass, do it from behind!” I said, irritated by her failure to understand my needs.
Now she behaved, rubbing her hairy pussy with the handle, the long leather strands hanging down, like a pony’s tail.
“Place the handle between your ass cheeks and stand. Hold it tight between your butt cheeks.” She did as she was told. “You look like a pony. Get on the bed, pony, and fuck yourself.”
Daiga climbed up, the whip falling to the floor as her ass lost its grip. “Pick it up,” I ordered. “Fuck yourself with the handle.”
She took the whip and again began to push and rub it over her pussy, her lips moistening, parting around the leather. Slowly, she took it inside, her pussy stretching to accommodate the tough handle, wrapping around it like a cock.
I watched as she began to really enjoy it, her body rocking back and forth in rhythm, her hand plunging the whip into her wet pussy.
“Turn around,” I said. “Show me those tits. Let me see them swing as you fuck yourself.”
She crawled around on the bed, the whip hanging from her pussy, the strips of leather still acting like a tail.
“Kneel on it,” I said, warming to this little game, enjoying myself as I took more control over the situation. “You are going to hold it beneath you and ride it, up and down, hard and fast. I want to see your tits bouncing.”
Daiga did as I commanded, but not hard enough.
“Harder! Make those tits slap against you! I want to hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh!”
Now she got the idea. She bucked hard on the whip, her tits slamming against her body, the sound a delight. Her own pleasure was audible, her moaning growing louder with each bounce, pussy squelching stickily around the whip handle.
“Don't cum until I say so,” I said, rising from my seat. I downed the last of my drink and stepped to the bed. Walking around, I admired the sight of her. She had drenched my whip in her juices, her hand was covered in them too, and they were smeared all over her ass. I took hold of her breasts, squeezed them tight. Then I reached back and rubbed my fingers over her wetness, getting them good and drenched.
“Cum for me,” I said, kneeling on the bed beside her. I pushed my wet fingers deep inside her mouth. “Cum!”
I listened to her cumming, her groans gagging around my fingers, her tits bouncing in front of me. Perspiration was trickling down her face, and I kept my fingers in her mouth until she was spent.
“You have had your fun. You will not have it again for some time,” I told her, wiping my fingers on her face. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, master.”
“Good. Now go and clean yourself up.”
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