This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All Characters are of age and not related in any way.

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This is part six of a series. You can find the other parts here. If you don't care about the backstory, individual parts can mostly be read standalone too.

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Celinea was kneeling in the tower position by the door, naked, waiting for her Master to return home. Everything was ready. All the toys, instruments, and tools in the leisure room were polished; there was massage oil warmed up, as well as a bath prepared. And just a moment before, she had stretched her anus and pre-lubed it. Of course, there was no way to know how her evening would go. All she knew was that it would start with a „hello/welcome home“ kiss and end with a „goodnight“ kiss. The kisses were holy to them, and they had agreed to never forgo them. Everything else was entirely her Master’s decision; she had no say in it. But she could suggest, seduce, beg, and otherwise influence.

The pre-lubed ass had not been an instruction from him but rather an idea she had had the other day. It was a way for her to influence what he might do without having to say anything. At some point, his fingers might go there, and in his mind, the dots would connect, or at least that was what she was hoping for. It wasn’t at all certain that she would even get a chance to suggest, seduce, beg, or influence. The other day, she had been out with some friends. He had greeted her at the door; that was a mutual thing, not just when he was returning. She had barely made a step into the room when he shut the door behind her and pressed his lips on hers. It felt like no time had passed at all when she felt herself being turned around and pressed against the wall, her dress being pulled up, and his hands gliding between her legs. Barely a surprised gasp later, he was inside her and pounding her. A couple of minutes of rough action later, they had sunken to the floor, leaning against each other, panting hard, cum dripping out of her pussy.

Such an intense start wasn’t the norm. But the mere thought that it was his right to take her whenever he wanted, however he wanted, and that he was willing to do that from time to time, was enough to keep her on edge and wet whenever she was waiting for him. It sent a nice tingling feeling through her body just thinking about it.

Most days, however, they started a lot slower, which gave her the opportunity to act out some of the service elements of the dynamic. Being violently taken by surprise was fun to her, but at heart she was a service submissive and loved the moments of quiet submission even more than the moments of peak action, if that was even possible.

After a long moment of intense kissing, if he did not take her then and there, she would proceed with her service tasks. She would receive his suit jacket and briefcase and put them away nicely before dropping to her knees and taking off his shoes. Then she would open his belt, unzip his pants, and take them off him, while he would unbutton his shirt. She would hand him his comfortable evening robe before leaving to put his clothes away.

They would reconnect in the leisure room. Upon entering, she would pour two tall glasses of water and serve them to him on a small silver tray. Some days, she would find him lying on his stomach in the massage area. In that case, no words were needed; she would set the tray down on a little table beside him and immediately start massaging him. On other occasions, she would find him in the prepared bath, and she would join him in there. Those two possibilities usually meant that he would lean back and let her please him, and she loved those days mixed in with other ones where she would have a much more passive role. Most days, she would find him in the Dom chair, and in that case, all bets were off. She would simply set down the tray on the table next to him and kneel in front of him to await further instructions.

Today had turned out to be such a day. She was kneeling, looking up at him, wondering what would come next. He was sipping on one of the tall glasses of water.

„Finish it,“ he said as he handed her the still almost full glass.

„Yes, Master,“ she replied before putting the glass on her lips and drinking it all without setting it down once.

He handed her the second glass without saying anything, but she understood she was to drink it too, and she did.

„It’s time to review your diary,“ he said once she had finished the second glass.

„Right away, Master,“ she replied, unable to fully hide the excitement in her voice. She got up to get the diary.

Her kink journaling was a routine both of them loved having as part of the dynamic. She would journal regularly about her feelings, perverted dreams or fantasies she had had, things she wanted to try, and so on. Anything about kink and the dynamic was allowed and encouraged to be in the journal. And twice a month, on random days and times, he would review it. He was quite creative about how the review would take place. Sometimes, he would sit on the sofa, her head in his lap, and read it for himself while absentmindedly caressing her head with the other hand. Or he would sit in the Dom chair and have her naked on her knees between his legs sucking him while he read it. On other occasions, he would lie on top of her, his hard cock inside her, using her as both a mattress as well as a cockwarmer, while he read it. Or he would have her sit on the sofa and then lie down next to her, his head in her lap, suckling on her tits with relish, while he had her read it out aloud to him. There was simply no telling what would happen next, but that did not stop her from pondering while getting the diary.

Upon returning, she kneeled before him and presented the diary to him with two hands in a respectful way. He took it off her and gestured for her to lie on her back right where she was.

„Open your mouth wide,“ he told her, and she promptly did as she was told.

He got up and removed his underpants without taking off his robe. She could see him tossing it over to the sofa from the corner of her eye. Then he knelt over her face, his knees off on either side of her face, and slowly lowered his balls into her mouth, making sure his robe would not get in the way. When he reached his desired position, he said, „You can gently suck and lick them if you like,“ and then he started reading. She immediately let her tongue explore and started to put a very gentle suction on, which was rewarded with a satisfied sigh from him.

There was no sound, except the occasional little slurping sound from her sucking and the occasional satisfied moan or absentminded „oh, that’s good“ or „ahh, I like that idea“ from him.

The entire situation was surreal and extremely arousing to her. She couldn’t see a thing. Not because his ass was in her face, but because she was under his robe, and it was completely dark under there. It seemed like his musk was more intense now that her sense of sight was gone, and that alone worked intensely on her. Then there were his balls in her mouth, and now he even started kneading her tits with his free hand! And that was only the physical side. He wasn’t just simply tea-bagging her hard and reading a newspaper. No, he was reading her diary, containing her most perverted thoughts and fantasies. It was too much. The only reason she didn’t start to beg him to take her right there, right now, was that she was gagged by his balls, and so she endured, quietly melting away in her own horniness.

For him, it was intensely satisfying. Not many positions were more dominant than the good old teabag. And combining it with reading her diary, containing some of her innermost thoughts and fantasies, was exhilarating. He had to reread some sentences multiple times because concentrating felt increasingly difficult. Luckily, she had not written too much in terms of volume, but a lot of it was extremely potent. The perversions her mind was able to produce never failed to amaze and arouse him. His strength was not infinite, and he was all but rushing through the last lines. Something about „pre-lubing,“ and he spontaneously decided to investigate whether that had been implemented.

„Open,“ he commanded her as soon as he finished reading.

She immediately stopped sucking and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

There was simply no way he would take his time for anything fancy now. A sentiment that, without knowing it, she was echoing in her head. In a hurried motion, he got off her and flipped her on the belly, right there on the padded floor in front of the Dom chair. He forcefully spread her ass cheeks wide and, with a satisfied groan, noticed that she had indeed prepped herself beforehand.

„Good girl,“ he said as he pushed his hard cock into her backdoor. He pressed her against the floor by her neck and started pounding her ass.

Now that her mouth was free, she immediately started to beg and dirty talk her Master. She was ready to come but wasn’t allowed to before he would.

„Please, Master, fuck me hard. Fill my dirty little ass up with your hot cum,“ she said.

The exchange continued for a couple of minutes. By now he knew her well enough to know that she only pleaded so hard if she was desperate to come and struggling to hold it. So he didn’t bother announcing himself coming and simply started to pump loads of cum into her while moaning loudly. And indeed she followed suit. It was a quiet one for her. She wasn’t moaning, just breathing heavily, but he could feel and see her twitch.

He lay on top of her until they both calmed down a bit. Then he pulled out of her, got up, and plugged her ass up with a plug from the table right next to them. He made his way over to where her head was and pulled her onto her knees by grabbing the hair close above her neck. He twisted her head back a little and put his dick into her mouth for a cleaning. She gently patted her head while she did her work, letting out a satisfied sigh every now and again.

„Follow me,“ he said and pulled her onto her feet, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the shower. She had an excited feeling that they were about to try another one of the entries from her diary, and she was right.

„Sprinkler time,“ he announced once they got to the shower.

He lifted her up by her thighs, her back against his chest, her legs folded up, pussy facing away from him, and ass right over his dick. She leaned down and clamped his dick between her asscheeks, and then both of them started spraying away while he gently moved them left to right a bit. She giggled as the double stream hit the glass wall of the shower.

„How do you come up with these things?“ he said with a fascinated tone.

„I have weird dreams, Master, but it’s all worth it because playfully bringing some of the things to live with you is extremely nice,“ she replied.

He set her down after, and they showered and talked before enjoying the rest of their evening.