Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (read out loud books .TXT) 📕

His confirmation was as shocking as her appearance at the moment. She darted her

gaze to his, and as usual, the look in his  eyes was enough to bury her, make her forget everything but sex…and an ounce of fear  and  intimidation. An oddly stirring  combination.

He moved forward, smoothing his palm from her shoulder down the arch of her back and up onto her bottom. “You’re my lovely little filly, Teesia,” he purred darkly. “My little filly who I love to ride.”

Her mouth went dry. She wanted to hate him for this. But her pussy tingled with heat and her nipples felt as tight and sensitive as ever, locked as they were within theirrings.

She  didn’t  hate him. Despite herself, she loved that she pleased him.

He moved in to deliver  a long, firm kiss  and she kissed  him back with all that was in her, meeting his tongue, tasting his mouth, drinking  in the scent of him.

When the kiss was through, he  reached for the gold chain dangling from her stomach, stretching it between her legs and  reattaching it in back. “Goodnight, vixen,” he said when he was done.

She bit her lip, suddenly distressed. “I am  to sleep with this thing inside me?”

“Yes,” he said on a short nod. “And don’t  even think about removing it or you will sleep prone, with your limbs stretched.  I think you’d much rather have  your ass stretched instead.”

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The next day held activities she was beginning to become accustomed to. The first thing her husband did was extract the tool from her ass and insert a slightly largerone—this one, too,  sporting the tail of fringe, and fashioned in such a way that it stayed in place on its own.

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When she asked about that, he showed  her the one he’d just removed— it grew slightly wider toward the base in  a coned shape, then curved drastically inward so that once the base was pushed inside, her anus  closed around the thinner part, trapping thetoy inside until removed by the handle, which was wrapped with the leather fringe.

He fed her again, and fucked her again—taking turns with the two and keeping heron hands and knees so he could enter her without removing the tail.

He also brought in a basin of water and a sea sponge, with which he bathed her.  This was a  new addition to their encounters and the  moist sponge gliding over her already so-very-sensitized skin only added to her arousal.

Her nipple  rings stayed on the whole time, seeming to tighten around her further, making her always aware of the puckered  peaks of her breasts, always in a state of excitement—and the chain, too, stayed hooked except for when he  entered her.

When he fucked her, as always with Ralen, supreme pleasure became her reward, and it seemed worth all she endured—like the prize at the end of a game.

When he was away, Teesia sometimes came back to herself a little—able to shut out the memories of sex, and his searing eyes  and the touches that made her melt inside. She could lie on the table, eyes closed, and think about home, her sisters, her parents, Bella—a life that had seemed normal.

Yet having  to always  lie on her side was a  constant  reminder of the tool  in her ass, and the tickling fringe kept in her mind the thought of being his “filly,” his…pet. The constant fullness there, when added to the nipple  rings and the chain on her pussy, turned her arousal into something she could never fully escape, even in sleep.

Ralen had been correct when he’d predicted dirty dreams for her—she had themconstantly, in waves, so that fucking and  lust for more  were truly becoming  her whole world. In sleep, she saw her lover’s face, his  cock, she felt his touch, his kiss. Sometimes she thought she even orgasmed while asleep,  and was left to wonder—if you came in a dream, were you really coming physically or  was it only in your  mind? And did it even matter? For the pleasure was just the same.

When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by whips and clay cocks and chains, the sinfully ornate bed across the room, and the oversized viewing glass on the wall that now reflected her state of sexual  helplessness whenever  she glanced in that direction.

So when Ralen returned that evening, and said, “If you’ll be a good little filly, I will unchain you for a while,” it never occurred to her to run. The very idea of getting off thetable was so pleasing that she wanted only  to luxuriate in that comfort—to stretch herlegs, walk about the room.

No, she thought of  running only as she padded  slowly across the floor on weakened legs, bracelets and ankle cuffs still in  place, the object in  her ass feeling moreprominent as she moved. The notion came  when she caught sight of the big wooden doors, and the idea passed through her mind only fleetingly—because it would be foolish, because she didn’t  want  to leave.

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She would enjoy having a more normal sort  of life again, yes, but only if Ralen

wanted  her to have it.

A shocking notion, and she knew she should  hate herself for feeling that way, but she couldn’t fight it. Everything he’d done to  train her had worked. With stunning ease.  She was his now—his sex slave.

Ralen sat in a chair, watching his vixen  bride walk quietly about the room. He enjoyed the sight of her tail, not only because he knew it was stretching her ass for him,but because she wore it so docilely, like it was a part of her now. His naughty little filly.  He loosened  the  lacings on his pants so that he  could stroke his  hardened cock as she walked.

The sight of  her beautiful breasts, the nipples  held  taut  in  their rings, and  her pussy,bound by the chain at her waist, added to his stiffness. Even the jewels at her wrists