By jack.
It isn’t often I am allowed to sit at the desk chair and use the top of Master’s desk, but on occasion, I am allowed. As I sit looking over the desk and out the window I’m thinking about the words Master has given me, programmed me with, however you describe it. One such phrase makes me crave nothing more than to kiss my Master. Since underlying tones of denial being a big part of what started our first chat, it shouldn’t be surprising that this command also means I can’t kiss Master without his permission, and, well, he likes to hold out on me.
I put my mouth close to Master’s mouth. “May I kiss you Master?” I ask.
“No,” he replies with a wicked grin as he pushes me down onto the bed. A back and forth of my asking permission and Master denying me of his kiss went back and forth. Each time, I approached Master, I was pushed away.
I asked again. “Master, may I kiss you?”
“Yes, boy. Do it!”
By this point I was lying on my back across the bed. Master was sitting on my abs, and as I leaned up to kiss him, he grabbed my arms, pinning them to the bed. He was teasing me.
“Come on slave, Why aren’t you kissing me?”
I struggled against his bulging arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull our two bodies closer. I was so fucking close to kissing this amazing man, and I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. We wrestled back and forth. Working up a bit of a sweat. I fucking HAD to kiss him. It was in my programming.
As my brain was focused on nothing else besides the kiss my Master gave me permission to get, my titanium was bouncing in the air, on the verge of bending. I squeezed my legs tighter around my Masters waist and attempted to flip him on his back. I managed to get him on his side and almost got a kiss, but Sir is strong and much bigger than me.
I see his smile, his smirk, his eyes, his body, his muscles, his lips….I am focused on all of those things, but I try again for a kiss. Pushed back again, I keep trying. My brain was focused on my command to kiss Master, my body was loving the denial of trying, the connection of love and longing hung in the air as I kept trying, trying.
Finally, he said yes and I gave him the most amazing kiss since the last most amazing kiss. That broke the command, as it’s instructed, but I just knew he wasn’t done.
He wasn’t and then, the worst. He gave me the command that literally makes me freeze like a statue, actually unable to move until he releases me. I don’t know how it works but I literally cannot even blink without him releasing me. So, I froze and, then he commanded in my ear “kiss Drew.” Instantly I was so horny and so fucking driven in my head, but I could not move my mouth to ask or even move my face toward him if I wanted. It felt like hours, but I know it was just minutes, but Master finally released me and, fuck, I almost yelled out “MAY I KISS YOU MASTER?” but kept it in a lower key. I thought that was my moment, he paused, he smiled, and he said “maybe later, slave” and left me standing there about to melt into a pool of horniness.
Finally, as my body was exhausted and nearly spent, Master pushed me back on the bed, wrestled me back over pinned my arms back and gave me that kiss. Electricity flowed between us. My brain refocused a little, and yet his tongue in my throat as he sits on top of me pinning my arms down seems still so far away from the man that is my everything.
Fuck, I love that command.
