D/s,  Masturbation Monday,  Short Fiction

Five Minutes

Closer now, you timid thing, no need to be so shy. I know, you’re so exposed and it’s all so new and fresh. I can hear your heart beating from here, I can smell your excitement and see it dribbling from your cock. My cock. Isn’t that right? Whose is this? I can’t hear you, Pet. Ahhhh yes. Very good. Next time I want that answer right away, got it? Good boy.

I’ll give you five minutes. Five minutes to explore me and learn all you can … but by touch alone. Slip this on. There you go. Is it too tight? How does it feel to be robbed of your sight? You’re so patient, so good. Can you hear me undressing? Can you tell what garment that is that I just tossed in your lap? Your first instinct was to smell it. Good, let the curious and hungry animal in you be aroused by me, by my so far unfamiliar scents.

Come here, easy does it, I’ve got you. There. Five minutes to touch and taste and listen and smell, but not see. Does your desire change behind that mask? Where will you begin? Mmmmm yes. There. Good. You’re so … mmmm oh. Oh! Yes. And there, ohhhh but lower. Mmm. Yes.  Do you like that I’m watching you and you can’t watch me back? You do? Good boy. I love this but, ohhhhh mmmmm, yeah, god, just like that, but I miss your eyes. Take it off, I changed my mind, I need to see them.

That’s better. Such pretty brown eyes. Now go on, you still have two minutes.

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