Master's Touch

My master isn't nearby geographically, and thus often sets me tasks to do on my own. Sometimes they're to be filmed, more because of my discomfort in front of a camera and for his enjoyment than any proof. If one decides to enter a long distance relationship of any sort, trust is something of a requirement.

He has a fondness for the discomfort and mess of setting such tasks when I'm on my period. Seeing his slave smeared in blood, is a particular kink of his, and, as difficult as it can be getting past the conditioned desire to hide everything involved with menstruation, I enjoy the thrill it provides him.

And so I spent a bit of time setting up: Towels, a simple dildo, something comfortable to lean back on, and the laptop with its camera ready to go. I reminded myself of my agreement to serve him as I removed each item of clothing, down to the panties with pad still attached, and set them aside.

I settled in, legs spread wide before the camera, cringing at the image I could see on my screen of the damp curls of hair and bits of blood already streaking my thighs. Imagining master speaking into my ear and watching on the other side of the connection helped. Knowing how pleased he would be with his slave, I took a breath, and began following the instructions that had been written for me.

Without warmup, I pressed the dlldo into my cunt. I eased its passage with my juices, despite not preparing myself at all beforehand. Still, my cunt hadn't had time to expand with arousal and it was painful to begin thrusting the firm toy into my cunt. I could feel myself growing aroused, nipples crinkling, clit tingling at the slight pain and the sound of the whimpers I made, knowing that the evidence of pain would please.

As arousal grew, and the pain slid away into the wet sounds of my cunt and rougher rasp of my breathing, I withdrew the dildo and set it nearby. I wasn't done with it, but there were other things to do first.

As my master had commanded, I pressed all four fingers of my right hand into my slick pussy for a few wet thrusts before switching to my left. Obediently, I wiped my hands clean upon my breasts before taking hold of my nipples, tightly to keep a grip, and twisted until I was whimpering with the pain of it once again. With the blood so much closer to my face, the dull copper scent of it made it hard to continue. The revulsion mixed with the yearning submissive headspace was a heady addition to my arousal.

After a count of ten, I could release my abused nipples, gasping at the pain of returning circulation and plunging the dildo into my cunt once more. Having properly given my master defilement and pain, I was allowed my own pleasure at this point and began to rub my clit firmly with two of my fingers. I wasn't too surprised at how quickly my arousal grew; pain and service only heighten my response. But there was still one more command for his slave to fulfill before entirely abandoning herself to her pleasure.

As I felt the warm waves of pressure rise and recede beneath my fingers, I withdrew the dildo. I shivered with the sense of submission, and then floored by the suddenness of the orgasm that swept through me. I rode the searing waves of pleasure, gasping in the aftermath for a long moment before remembering to stop the recording.

My hands shook again sending the recording to my master, and I knew that I would come again imagining him watching it.