Part 7

After Haley left, I lay back on my mattress, trying to get some sleep before Master returned. It was an incredible feeling to have such a warm blanket, and I felt deeply grateful to him for letting me keep it. I pressed it against my nose, taking a deep breath to smell its scent, the scent of my Master.

I wrapped myself in the blanket, letting its soft warmth envelop me as my mind replayed everything that had happened. The mix of emotions, from jealousy to the unexpected connection with Haley, continued to stir in my thoughts. However, at that moment, the blanket and its scent provided a refuge. It was as if, in some way, I was closer to him, even in his absence.

As sleep began to overtake me, I snuggled deeper into the blanket, imagining his arms wrapping around me as I sank into a deep slumber.

I woke up feeling his presence near me. His scent was unmistakable and comforting. Before I could turn around and greet him, I felt his hand covering my mouth and his weight pressing down on me. Before I could react, I felt his cock penetrating my tight pussy. I moaned against his hand, feeling how his size stretched and filled me. My pussy immediately became wet, begging to be used.

"You’re so tight; let’s stretch you a bit," he said in a deep voice, and began to thrust into me. With each movement, his cock stretched my internal walls, and I found myself smiling to myself. It was as if, at that moment, I was nothing more than a collection of holes for his pleasure, experiencing that incredible sensation of being completely used, surrendered to his will.

With each thrust, I felt all his weight dominating me, and I started to beg, even though he couldn’t hear me, for him to fuck me harder and harder. I felt myself getting wetter with each thrust, and I couldn’t help but moan louder against his hand. I lost control of my body, immersed in the pleasure, as my muscles relaxed and my body surrendered completely to him, as if in a trance.

"Oh, look how wet you are," he said in a gruff voice before increasing the intensity. I moaned loudly against his hand as he fucked me wildly, and one of my moans escaped between his fingers. He pulled his hand away from my mouth, and the moans escaped uncontrollably from my lips, as I felt like he was going to split me in half with each thrust. I felt his hands gripping my hips tightly, fucking me harder. I could feel my pussy throbbing and getting wetter. I moaned loudly as I writhed and began to come forcefully on his cock, clenching it.

He didn’t stop; he continued to fuck me hard as I came, and my moans filled the room. I felt his cock throbbing inside me before he started to pump his load of semen into me, flooding me.

I felt his weight crushing me and his body resting on mine as he filled me up. He grabbed my hair with one hand and lifted my face.

"Tell me, who is your Master?" he whispered in my ear as I panted.

"You are, my lord. You are my Master," I gasped.

"Good girl," he said before releasing my head.

I felt his weight shift off me and lay there, panting, until Master sat beside my head. He took my hair and positioned me in front of his cock.

"Be a good girl and clean my cock," he said in a tone that made my heart pound. His presence evoked a strange mix of fear and respect in me, but at the same time, I felt safe, protected, and possessed.

"Yes, Master," I replied before obeying and starting to suck his cock. There was something liberating about obeying him. I licked and sucked his cock, savoring the delicious mix of his semen with my juices. I felt his hand resting on my head and stroking my hair.

"Good girl," he said as he continued to stroke me. I felt his other hand probing my ribs.

"You’re gaining weight quickly, that’s good," he remarked before pulling me by the hair and pulling me away from his cock. "Enough, you can taste it later," said Master.

I blushed, realizing I was sucking him more for pleasure than for obedience. He released my hair and settled beside me on the mattress. I felt my pussy throbbing just from having him near; his presence made me wet, and I couldn’t control it.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against his chest. I felt myself melting, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. I wanted to say something but found myself unable to find the words. Master began to stroke my hair, and I wondered why his touch was so comforting.

"I think you’re finally starting to understand your purpose," he said in a soft and affirming voice.

I nodded slowly, feeling a deep understanding in his words. "Yes, Master," I responded with a trembling but certain voice, recognizing my place and purpose with him. Never, since my childhood, had I felt so good in my life. Here, I fit in, not like in the orphanage; I felt I belonged in this place, that I belonged to him. I had a place in the world, and that place was at his feet, pleasing him.

I was beginning to see the world in a different, correct way. He had taken me off the streets, fed me when I was on the brink of despair, given me shelter, and cleaned me up. Down here, I had forgotten what it meant to be hungry, to feel your body shaking, threatening to collapse. This place had restored my dignity in a way I thought was lost, and in his presence, I felt a peace I had never known. I was so grateful that I hugged him, feeling his warm, muscular body, as solid as an oak.

"Thank you, Master, for showing me my place in the world," I whispered timidly, holding him tighter and clinging to him as if he were my anchor. Master leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "Caroline, I’m glad to know you can now see your true purpose," he said in a gentle but firm voice.

I felt myself blush from head to toe; it had been years since I had experienced such an intense feeling, like butterflies fluttering in my stomach. What I had felt for my boyfriend in the orphanage didn’t compare to this; this was true love. And this man deserved it. He hadn’t kidnapped me; he had saved me, cared for me, and fed me. I couldn’t help but fall in love with him.

I felt Master get up from the bed, and a sudden fear gripped me at the thought he might leave me alone again. But then, his soft voice broke the silence: "Come, my birdie, let’s give you a shower." He extended his hand towards me, and I took it timidly, blushing at the affectionate nickname. My blush deepened as I realized we would be bathing together.

I let him guide me to the shower, each step increasing my embarrassment, especially as I stood up and felt his semen beginning to drip from my pussy, running down my legs as we entered the bathroom. Master briefly let go of my hand to turn on the water. The warm rain of the shower enveloped us, and at that moment, he pulled me to his chest, holding me as the water fell over us.

Snuggling against his chest felt so good, so safe, something I had never experienced on the streets. I moved my face, gently brushing his skin, caressing him as he began to run his fingers through my hair with unexpected tenderness.

"It’s funny," he said with a softness that contrasted with his usual authority, "you’re shorter than my dolly."

"My dolly? Are you referring to Haley?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yes," he replied, with a faint smile. "I like to call her that. I think I’ll start calling you my birdie, because you’re like a little wounded bird I picked up." His voice was filled with affection as he continued to stroke my hair, and for a moment, I felt truly loved, as if I had found the home I had always been searching for.

"Let’s get you cleaned up," he said softly before separating from our embrace. I watched him as he filled his hands with soap, and I realized, blushing from head to toe, that he himself would be washing me. The idea of his hands scrubbing my body, of him washing me with such intimacy, made me wet, although at the same time, I felt a bit intimidated. My breath quickened slightly, anticipating the contact, as he approached with that mix of tenderness and authority that always made me surrender to his desires.

Master gently took me by the shoulders, and embarrassed, I looked away. I felt him positioning himself behind me, his hands firm and steady starting to massage my shoulders. At first, I felt uncomfortable, but gradually, the warmth of his touch and the pressure of his fingers made me relax, letting out a sigh. It was so comforting, his hands moving with experience, caressing my neck and sending a delicious sensation through my body.

He took his time, allowing the warm water of the shower to envelop us before descending to my back, massaging and cleaning it carefully. I felt his hands rise again, gliding smoothly over my slippery skin until reaching my breasts. Master took them firmly, and I couldn’t help but let out a surprised moan. His soapy hands moved skillfully, massaging and washing my breasts, each touch sending a wave of pleasure straight to my already wet pussy.

"Haley was right, your breasts are bigger than hers," he murmured as he pinched my nipples between his fingers, making me emit an involuntary moan. I blushed intensely realizing Haley and Master had discussed my body, and wondered what else he might have been told about me. His hands roamed over my breasts with boldness, groping me like someone who knows they are simply claiming what is theirs. When he pinched my nipples again, another moan escaped my lips, and for a moment I thought he might fuck me again. I felt my pussy moisten in anticipation.

But instead of continuing, he stopped, as if he had decided he was satisfied for now. He ran his hands down my back, washing it carefully, as if he simply couldn’t resist the temptation before. I felt his hands slide towards my ass, grabbing my cheeks and beginning to grope them with the same certainty, his soapy hands exploring and claiming every part of my body. I felt his hands spreading my cheeks, and one of his fingers brushing dangerously close to my anus. "One of these days, I have to use this hole," he murmured with a mix of promise and warning in his voice, as he pressed his finger gently against my back entrance, hinting at what he might do but stopping just short of penetrating me.

My heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. I had never experienced anything sexual with my ass, but I had heard it was very painful. Despite the fear that gripped me, I felt my pussy becoming even wetter at the mere idea of what might happen. The anticipation of the unknown, of what he might do to me, had me caught between fear and an inexplicable desire. He finished washing my ass and began to move down my legs, caressing and washing them carefully. Then, he turned around to clean the front of my legs, slowly moving up my thighs, getting closer and closer to my crotch.

Soon, I felt his fingers brushing dangerously close to my pussy, and my face flushed again. His hands slid towards my crotch, beginning to rub my pussy. It wasn’t just a cleaning; his touches felt intimate and deliberate. I felt one of his fingers slide inside me, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips.

"Master!" I exclaimed with surprise and desire.

"Remember that you belong to me," he said in a firm and dominating voice, as he inserted a second finger, intensifying the sensation and leaving me breathless. "I can do whatever I want with your body," he added before inserting a third finger.

I felt my pussy throbbing intensely, overwhelmed by the powerful sensation of being at his mercy, knowing he could do whatever he wanted with me. "Yes, Master, I am yours," I said, the words coming almost instinctively, acknowledging my submission.

His fingers withdrew, and he whispered with approval: "Good girl, you learn quickly, my birdie." He continued to wash my body carefully, rinsing me gently with the shower hose. I felt the soap and dirt wash off my body until I was completely clean.

Master turned off the water and looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and expectation. "Now it’s your turn. I want you to wash me," he said, his voice laden with authority.

I felt incredibly excited at the opportunity to clean him, to scrub his body with my own hands. The idea of being able to take care of him in that way filled me with a mix of longing and desire. With a shy but determined smile, I took the soap and sponge and approached him with a sense of deep gratitude and submission.