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Hilda’s two Masters
part 3 of 15.
I was on my knees in
front of him and looked up to him and asked in an exaggerated humble tone.
“Master, may I say
something?”
“Yes!”
“I’m Hilda and I’m 21
years old next month.”
“Oh, I see, hello
Hilda. I’m Michael, called Micke. You may call me
Master Micke or just Master”
“Yes, Master Micke!”
I answered in a
confirming tone. Now I knew his first name.
“Now I want to test
your mouth. You know how to suck, don’t you?”
“Yes Master!”
I answered he first
announcement. The last question was too large to answer in that way.
Who was I to determine
if I could suck? I must be the owner of the Willie to judge that.
I could always do my
best and if he wasn’t satisfied he had to teach me to do better. A great part
of being a slave-girl is to adjust to her Master and how he wants her.
I noticed that my hand
were on their way up between his legs and started to open the fly in his
suit-pants. Soon I had got it out, but it wasn’t easy as it was stiff as a
baton and didn’t want to come out from the material. Yes, it had surely wanted
out if it knew what was waiting for it, but it gave my hard resistance.
When I had got it out
I bended my head forwards, opened my mouth and kissed it in a trying way. Put
out my tongue and tasted it. It tasted not bad, almost nice. No, good, there
was a taste that I liked and it smelled good as well.
I withdraw the
foreskin and had its head free. It dribbled like a baby and had a long liquid
thread hanging from it and down to his pants. My tongue caught it as a way of
showing obedience and also that I liked the taste.
You just can’t avoid
comparing. On Mats that thing would taste acrid and harshly and a little of
urine, but not this. Well at Mats’s place it hadn’t
matter; I had to do it anyway. I also wanted to do it in a masochistic and
obedient manner.
I pulled the foreskin
back all the way and stretched out my tongue to its underside where I felt its
string and nice texture. I pressed my tongue upwards and against it and moved
it forwards and back as super-quickly as I could and had been trained to do.
I had not yet taken it
into my mouth or shut my lips around it, as I wanted to do all in my own pace,
as long as I was allowed to do so. In this first touch I was scared stiff at
the thought that he started to direct me in details.
No, I wanted him to
direct me, yes, but not in this act when I use my mouth at him the first time.
I wanted to do it my own way and show him what I could do. If he wasn’t pleased
with me then he would correct me. That was the way of my thought.
Myself, I’m as very
enchanted by giving oral pleasure to a man and enjoyed it so much. I knew that
it would never be performed poorer if I liked myself. It was only my wish of
doing it all the time that could be too much for a Master and perhaps it was to
Mats.
It is very important
that I did my very best in this first show of my oral arts, my fantasy and
flexibility.
I knew that during my
blow-job my Master had to be passive, relaxed and enjoy, if he don’t want to
steer my movement, that is, and I was the one who must be active. I must also
be inventive, docile and sensitive of any little body signal, that I had to be
steered by.
I thought: “I will
lean back at my old experience and how I had been taught. If my Master isn’t pleased
with me he had to train me again.”
I love that thought,
it felt so submissive and slavish.
Now I wanted to do my
very, very best.
The feeling of how
much I missed a Master waved over me.
The hope of having Micke as my Master increased inside of me. I felt that the
hope started to grow and grow though I hadn’t yet asked him.
I looked up in his
face and saw that he had his eyes closed and I heard him enjoying my
pleasure-giving. To see his enjoyed face, when his eyes didn’t see me or
anything else, was a pleasure of its own and it was a very good testimonial.
I enjoyed giving him
pleasure.
This was my very first
presentation of my skills and now was his pleasure of highest importance.
I played out months of
recharged pleasure-giving in one card and hoped for that it was an ace.
I received praise and
incitement of that I was on the right way by his facial expression and his
stifled groans and I continued.
I pressed my tongue
upwards and tried with its tip to detect and follow the small puckers at its
underside. Millimeter
after millimeter. So I started to
move my tongue again and also surrounded its head, but let the tongue worked
maximal at its underside. Not too hard, only sliding, wet and softly.
I had learned from a
doctor that the chord at the underside of the cock is the man’s counterpart to
our sensitive parts of the clitoris and I know how sensitive it is.
I could easily feel
the pulse in his cock, how it beat as it want to grow bigger and harder, but
couldn’t grow out from its skin. It was
big enough for me.
Amazingly I felt power
over it and it felt good. As long as I was free to do with it as I wanted with
this soft and warmth manly body part the whole man was in my power.
With a certain natural
resistance I bend his cock upwards and started to work at the underside of the
head where I also enclosed its underside with my lips and let my tongue move
quickly and soft over its texture. I moved my tongue so fast that I had to rest
for a moment and let my lips take up the movements. I was mostly my under lip
that had to glide in a searching way over it. After hard working I had to move
my head instead and pressed my under lip upwards.
Then I repeated it
with my tongue, my under lip and head movements
I lost the count of
time in my own pleasure-giving and in that moment I felt that I could keep on
going in eternity. I wanted to take my time and remember every little movement.
First of all I wanted him to enjoy my mouth and long for it for ever.
As I had put my tongue
to work at the third round my newfound Master started to groan and I understood
that he was going to cum.
I felt obedient and
pliable when I surrounded its head to collect his release but my tongue
continues its stimulation at the underside. I had to force my tongue out
between his cock and my lower lip for him to feel my whole tongue.
He screamed out and
roared so loud that I was almost afraid.
- Bloody Hell, what a
pleasure! I’m dieing!
It was the best reward
I could get. It was so spontaneous that I couldn’t hide any falseness. No
feigning!
I function in that way, when I’m praised I strive much more to get more praise and
it starts some kind of treadmill in my head and it increase and increase. I’m
all crazy in my exertion.
I ignored my exhausted
tongue muscle and made it work harder. It felt wonderful and I could follow the
whole process with my tongue, as if the receptors in my tongue lived its own
life in the pleasure I gave him.
I received squirt
after squirt that hit the inner parts of my mouth. There was power in the
squirts as they hit in shocks the roof of my mouth.
I swallowed
instinctive and enjoy swallowing his love-gift. My God, how much I love this
man!
//
Suddenly, in a mad
impulse I remember a girl that I saw at Kivik’s
marketplace last summer. The girl had a white T-shirt with black text: “I
swallow!”
Talk about living and
an advertising gimmick.
It wasn’t the first
time I saw this kind of advertising. In
I remember me thinking
that she, with that body, must have something extra to entice the men. But hat
thought was in a sisterly and venomously way.
//
I let it stay in my
mouth, but I felt I little done out of it. Not for me, but for him. I had just
started to show him my mouth-skills. His cock had hardly visit my oral cavity,
more than just when he cum and not deep down my throat.
“Deep
throat!” I’m very proud of
that skill I control and could with honor and high head wear a t-skirt with
that text. But that kind of advertising is not for a girl that wants ONE man, a
Master.
This skill of mine I
had not showed him yet, not even in the vicinity. But again a Master decide
himself when he wants to cum. That is nothing a slave-girl could poke her nose
into (if you follow my meaning). A slave-girl has to wait and adjust herself to
his will.
His body convulses a
couple of times and I could feel his cock giving me more sperm but now so
little that I just collected it in my mouth. In all he had given my so much
that it must have been many days or more since his last release. It was
suddenly important that he hadn’t had another girl recently.
He sat quiet and just
breathes. Sometimes he inhales in worryingly deep sighs.
If I hadn’t with my
whole body and in my mind felt the opposite I had believed that he wasn’t
satisfied with me.
I thought, as a little
bonus: “I had so much more pleasure to give him!”
His silence worried me
a bit though I saw that he was exhausted by his experience. I needed receipt.
Men are not into giving it, but they want it themselves. I know!
They seem to think as
long as it isn’t wrong everything is all right. We mostly need those receipts
to feel good and to adjust.
I was on my way to
open my mouth and ask him if I may put a question, when he said:
- You! That was the
most enjoyable I have experience in my whole Bloody life. I think I had never
been so close to death, but it was worth it.
- Tank you Master!
I really felt grateful
and like his way to express it so that the woman inside of me could understand
it. My female intuition told me that he didn’t exaggerate.
He seems to be an
unusual man and I also was grateful to my heart that convinces me to follow
him.
Little in panic I
thought that I could have left him at the street and not experienced all this.
I’m surely crazy as I
started to plan a life together with him, without of asking him first.
I wanted to be his
slave-girl and let him live through that close-to-death-experience as often as
he wanted and more. I could gladly wake him up with my mouth every morning as
Mats had made me do, to him.
I wanted to give to
him just that. He could wake up every
morning in my mouth and he could release his nightly lust there and start to
refill for the new day. I saw the risk of him getting tired of it and me. When
I say every morning I mean every morning.
I had many more
pleasure in store for him, many things that I had learned during the months
with Mats, but also picked from Anna’s stories. I can be very willing to learn
when I want to.
I have only had one
gay for real before Mats and then it was a rather faint-hearted sex compared to
Mats, who had lifted my sexuality to the sky in his firm and demanding way. It
was pity that he didn’t want to continue being my Master.
I realized that I
hardly had thought about Mats in this apartment. That must be a healthy sign,
if anything. Earlier had the thought of Mats keep on repeating itself during my
waked hours and disturbed my sleep.
I didn’t want to
forget Mats but I should surely be ashamed if he saw me now, on my knees in
front of Micke.
Master Micke looked me in the eyes and said:
- You, I want you to
stay for ever.
- Thank you Master. I
want to stay for ever. I can promise you that I’ll stay as long as you want me
and when you don’t want me anymore you say so and I will walk. I have a little
proud left, even if you don’t believe it.
I said with an
ambiguous smile.
- Just let me rest a
while so you can have your pleasure.
- Tank you Master, but
that is not necessarily. I want you to enjoy me.
His thought of me as a
person and that he wanted me to have pleasure filled my heart with pure love. I
wasn’t used to that. Mats had taught me that a slave-girl gives and a Master
enjoy. It was a hard lesson that was spanked into my bottom.
He rose and went to
the kitchen-part to fix coffee for us. I followed him though I was naked and
meant that I could make coffee. I was the slave-girl and he was the Master.
A little surprising he
said:
- Yes, you make it.
I opened the cupboard
over the coffee-machine and noticed that he had ZOEGAS coffee (a brand of
coffee that is usual in the south part of
Well then he had good
taste and that increase his plus-side in my book, I thought and laugh inside of
me.
I served the coffee
and we enjoyed it.
He wanted to know
about Mats.
I had gratefully
forgotten Mats, but told him obediently that we had had a Master-slave relation
and that Mats had trained me in those things that were important to him.
- My future Master had
to retrain me in his ways.
I said carefully
without of pointing at him. But I felt that we both knew that that was an offer
to him.
- Who has taught you
to suck that good?
- Mats has taught me
some and I have learned much of it from Anna’s diary but I think that I have a
lot of inside of my in my obedient giving and in the moment scanning my Master.
- Do you love Mats?
I didn’t want to talk
about Mats now. I was so happy now when I found out that Mats didn’t besiege my
mind every minutes of the day.
- Yes I do.
I must tell him the
truth. To build a relation on anything else but the truth will kill that
relation in only a question of time.
My life-theory is that
the truth could seem fragile and thin but it is strong when it comes to taking
out its right, it just wait for the right moment.
- Do you long for him,
as your Master?
- Yes I do. Before I
came here I couldn’t think of anything else, but him day and night. If I woke
up in the night I couldn’t fall to sleep again, thinking of him.
- You said, before.
What about now?
- I have not longed
for him now here with you.
- Does it disturb you
in your relation to Mats that we are having sex?
The question was
thrown out in the air. I had no answer. I hadn’t thought of it that way. Mats
hade left me and I was alone. Perhaps he could come back, but I started to
think it is too later now.
- If you mean that I
was thinking of Mats, when I made it nice for you, NO. He has left me and I’m
here now.
//
If you are interest in
next parts, please say so.
Translating
is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven by encouragement.
I
thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me.
/Cecilita
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