It is early in the morning, as it always is, and we message each other as soon as we wake up, knowing that the small talk will quickly turn into a high of adrenaline and pleasure for both of us. We both take turns providing each other with unearthly pleasure, but I wonder who will get it this time. As we continue our conversation, he reminds me of the naughty girl I have been teasing him at work when he can not do anything about it, reminding me that I need to learn patience, and he has the perfect way to teach me.

"What is your favourite toy, my good girl?"

"It is my wand, Sir."

“I want you to watch me stroke my cock for you, and I want you to tease yourself as I would.”

"Yes, Sir."

"Take your wand now and set it to low."

"Yes, Sir."

"Such a good girl, take your wand and run it over your breasts; feel the vibrations send shivers down your nipples, making them hard and begging to be touched."

"Yes, sir. Mmm."

"Feel it rub through your beautiful breasts and into your body, sending tingles of ultimate pleasure to your most intimate places, making the desire to be touched and taken wash over you."

He looks into my eyes as he spits on his hand and kneads his balls; he sees me becoming aroused and knows I adore his balls.

"Fuck, sir. I can sense it is building. Fuck, I love watching you play with your balls, Sir."

"What does it feel like, whore? Can you feel it coursing through you?"

He continues to look into my eyes, moving his hand from his balls to the base of his cock and gripping tightly.

"Look at what you did to me; I have not even touched you yet, and I am as strong as steel."

"It feels so intense, sir; I can feel it in my pussy, and I can not deny, sir, that I enjoy the effect I have on you."

"Spread your legs as you bring the wand to your breasts; I want to see that needy cunt oozing, begging, and pleading for me to be there where I belong."

He kneads his balls with one hand while holding his cock with the other. Slowly twisting his hand around it, stroking his cock as I squirm, my hips lifting and demanding attention.

"Hearing you gasp, seeing your nipples harden, your cunt beginning to glisten—fuck you are so sexy."

"Thank you, sir; mmmm, I need you, sir."

"Lightly and gently brush over those divine hard nipples, barely touching them. Enjoy the sensation, Whore."

"Yes, sir. It feels amazing. Do you see how it is soaking my pussy, sir?"

He hums to himself as he strokes his cock while watching his whore, and I make myself feel good for his pleasure; he has such power over me, and I enjoy it just as much as he does.

"Press hard on those beautiful nipples for me, and feel it deep in your cunt."

He begins stroking his cock harder and faster as he looks into my eyes. When he sees the pleasure, need, and want increasing, he concentrates on my nipples getting harder and darker as I tease them. My body trembles as the blood rushes to them. My eyes met his, pleading with him to let me punish my cunt for him. My cunt is leaking, my juices are running down my thighs, my hips are lifting up in an attempt to get some sensation from my greedy cunt, and I am squirming around for him like a needy whore.

"Sir, I need you so much."

"Brush your wand on the crease of your thigh where it meets your cunt; if you even consider touching that cunt without my permission, you will sit there without a wand and watch me cum, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." I was sobbing.

"Press down on that crease and feel it in your clit, your hard, throbbing, needy clit."

He grabs his cock and begins to stroke it faster, growling as he goes.

"So beautiful, so sexy, and such a good girl for her master."

In desperation, I declared, "Yes, sir, mmmm, yes, sir, I need you, please, please, I fucking need you."

"Rub it over your soaking wet lips for me, and keep getting wetter and wetter."

"Yes, sir, thank you, thank you, thank you."

He growls louder as he steadily strokes his cock, watching me as the tension builds. He can feel his master's mask slipping as his natural instincts take over, driven wild by the sounds, sighs, moans, and scents of pleasure.

"Slowly tease that clit of yours; make it feel good." He starts mocking me, "Would you like to cum?"

"Yes, sir, I beg you, I can not take it any longer; I need to cum for you."

He starts laughing at my desperate attempt to convince him to let me cum.

"Place that wand on the bed beside you, against your leg, so you can feel the vibrations, feel yourself getting wetter, and your growing need for me. Put your hands flat against your thighs and look me in the eyes."

He slowly strokes his cock, growling as he squeezes his balls, teasing and taunting me.

"Yes, Sir."

I cry as I look at him with pleading eyes, desperate to feel the cock he is stroking in my needy cunt.

"Do you think you deserve to cum after teasing me, taunting me, and being so naughty while you knew I was busy?"

He runs a finger over the head of his cock, gathering beads of his delicious tasting pre-cum, then lifting his finger to his mouth, licking it, sucking it clean, staring into my eyes as he does, knowing how much it teases me.

"Yes, sir; I was just showing you what you will find waiting for you when you finish."

I am suddenly thirsty for him, his pre-cum, his cum, his sweat, anything. His physical pleasure is reaching new heights as I give him my trust to control me. Giving him my power drives him insane; his inner beast wants to come out and play, but he will not let him.

"Bend your knees, feet flat on the mattress, legs apart; grab your wand, but do not touch that cunt until I give you permission."

"Yes, Sir."

I can not take the teasing and taunting any longer. My nipples are deliciously sore, my cunt is aching for touch and throbbing, and my need and desire for him is transforming me into a dirty whore, his dirty whore.

"Put that wand on your knee and slowly stroke it up your thigh to the inner crease near your cunt; can you feel it? Can you feel it in your cunt as if it were actually inside there? Tell me."

"Yes, sir, I can; yes, yes."

My moans echoed throughout the room, combining with his moans to create a beautiful song.

"Fuck, I am getting close; do you want to cum with me?"

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir, yes, yes, yes."

He looks me in the eyes as he grips his cock tightly, stroking harder and faster. His pre-cum dripping from his cock onto the floor, my eyes following the drips as if in slow motion, licking my lips, envious that it is not in my mouth.

"Then fucking do it, cum with me, cum for me, cum as if you want me to make you cum, you have been such a good girl, patient, so good, you have earned it."

I accept his permission and apply the wand to my throbbing clit; it feels more sensitive than usual, intensifying the sensations. It is making me feel so good; I can feel pleasure wash over me like a wave on the beach; it is euphoric. My breathing becomes heavier, I pant and sweat, and I feel incredible this morning; patience made it so much better, but I will not tell him because I like to keep him on his toes.

"My good girl, cum with me; I need you to feel as good as you make me feel, so push down on that needy throbbing clit and make your senses burn with me, fuck."

My orgasm is growing; I can feel it, and I know it will be epic and blow my mind. My moans turn into growls, then screams, as the buildup is unearthly.

"Your screams of pleasure are driving me insane, such a good girl, such a good whore; cum with me, cum for me, fuck, just cum. Now."

"I am CUMMING, I am CUMMING!"

We begin to cum in unison, amazingly timed and superbly executed. He begins to splurt cum from his cock, coating his chest, stomach, and hand in sweet and salty cum. As I begin squirting hard against my wand, waves of my juices soak the mattress, strong and weak waves on repeat, until it slows down, the sheet, my thighs, and stomach are all soaked in my sweet nectar.

"Look what you have done to me."

"It looks divine, sir."

We both collapse back onto our beds, our minds blown, our bodies tingling, our legs shaky, and completely satisfied. Nothing else is to be expected when I am with him.

"That was incredible, good girl; we will do it again soon; we will see what the mood is like when it comes to it, sound good?"

"Sounds good, sir; once again, you have completely blown my mind."

"This is what I do; I will see you soon, good girl."