Masturbation Monday 92 – Bêlit asks for release
“Master…it has been a week…may I be allowed to have an orgasm please?” The sudden question had broken John’s focus on the small model he had been painstakingly painting for the last hour, causing a mistake. He cursed as if he had just been stung, taking a moment to stare at the wall before turning his gaze to a kneeling Bêlit. He watched as her head immediately dropped, not wanting to meet the two daggers now squarely pointed in her direction.
No matter how hard he tried, John always found it difficult when looking upon Bêlit not to be washed away by how perfect she was to him. Looking upon her now, in a loose, purple summer dress, knelt perfectly with her hands resting upon her lap his annoyance quickly faded, replaced by a sense of pride. Her hair had fallen forward, hiding the lips that offered apologies and for a moment his heart sank. The “I’m sorry Master” had been little more than a whisper and yet to his ears may as well have been a scream. He loathed to punish her, but punish her he must and so he sat silently contemplating options. Had Bêlit not had her eyes downcast she would have seen the exact second he had decided on a course, a smile that would make the Cheshire cat look reserved was a dead giveaway.
Bêlit jumped slightly at the sudden sound of the chair scraping across the floor as John re-positioned so that he was facing her. “Remove your dress and present yourself” he commanded and watched as she quickly lowered the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as she stood. John looked down at the crumpled mess now resting between her legs.
“Is that any way to treat a gift, my sweet?” he asked.
“No Master, sorry” she replied before carefully lowering herself to pick up the discarded garment. She folded it and placed it neatly on the desk before returning back to her place, spreading her legs wide and placing her hands behind her head. John never ceased to be amazed when seeing Bêlit naked, frequently pondering how something so perfect to his eyes could be his. Her form, he noticed, was perfect, but then it always was. Too many hours had been spent perfecting each of his chosen poses for it not to be.
“Am I to assume that your need for release is so great that you have simply forgotten yourself my sweet? That you desire it so much that you would discard my gift with such little care?” He remarked in low tones as he stepped towards her. “No Master…I just..” she began, falling silent suddenly as she met his eyes.
He began to slowly walk around her, first clockwise and then returned in the opposite direction, settling behind her, his body pressed lightly against hers. He leaned forward, running the tip of his nose up her neck as he inhaled deeply before whispering for her to face him. Bêlit shivered at the gentle touch and did as instructed. Facing him now he kept her eyes fixed with his as his hand traced down her cheek, she moved ever so slightly towards his touch. His hand continued down, over her neck, lightly down her breast, leaving an erect nipple in its wake, further down the soft skin of her belly. Further still, until he rested for a moment, her pussy cupped in his hand.
Bêlit bit her lip, it hadn’t escaped his notice though he still held her gaze. Her eyes screamed out to him, pleading in a way that her words just couldn’t express. He slid a finger slowly into her with ease and held it there.
“Well, you really do need a release don’t you my sweet?” He smiled.
“Yes Master, please Master”, she replied quietly.
“You may have your release” John whispered as once again that grin spread across his face. Bêlit noticed immediately and her eyes opened wide as another finger slid inside her.
“…but?…” she moaned.
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