The She-Master

Master

I was standing on the dance floor with my other sub friends when I saw her. She was lounging on a tall, velvet couch in the VIP section, her long, beautiful legs crossed at the knee to show off her short skirt drawn tight against strong thighs. I was instantly mesmerized. And then, her eyes were on me. I swear the world stood still.

Her eyes raked down the length of my body and I didn't even have enough brainpower to show off to her by dancing or twerking or anything at all other than standing there like a dumbass. Without breaking eye contact, she gestured her guard over and pointed to me, whispering instructions in his ear. She smirked at me as the guard exited the loft, heading straight for the dance floor.

I stood before her, completely intimidated. My head was down and I fidgeted every couple of seconds as she stared me down. She was even more beautiful up close. She clicked her tongue and I looked up quickly, my hair falling in front of my eyes. She smiled warmly at me before speaking in a voice smoother than silk, deep and rich.

"Move that hair darling, I want to see those pretty eyes." She told me, amused. I was quick to brush my hair out of my face, desperate to please this woman. She smiled widely, obviously pleased, I smiled weakly in response.

"Such a pretty little baby. Can you dance, boy? She cooed to me, making my cock harden slightly. I blushed and nodded, twisting my fingers.

"Show your body to me, let Master see what she wants." She said with a devious smile of bright red.

I blush and twist my fingers together as I try to calm my breathing.

She sits patiently, her red lips cocked up in a beautiful smirk.

I begin to rock my body to the beat of the club song. It was rather slow and as I pushed out my ass in a mimic of a twerk, the lady growled softly.

I continued with my show, raising my arms above my head and parting my lips a bit, casting a wanton gaze on Master. Her eyes were the only thing that gave off her arousal.

My leather booty shorts did nothing to hide my erection. My prick was strained against the layers of clothing made up of a thong, my fishnets, and the shorts.

My ass, although small, was spilling out the back of the shorts. I heard my lady groan in appreciation as I twerked fast enough for it to jiggle a little bit.

"Oh honey, you're coming home with me tonight after a show like that."