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It Is Good to Be the Demon

Copyright© 2015 by DEMONMASTER62

Chapter 5

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - One Night at the club, The Demon comes out to "play". I was going to end it there, but there are too many experiences not to share them. Some will be flashbacks to set up happenings that occur in the present. I wish there was just a D/s genre, as BDSM is too strong. And no, they aren't the same.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   DomSub   MaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Sadistic   Spanking   Anal Sex   Analingus   First   Fisting   Oral Sex   Voyeurism   BBW   Public Sex  

As we finished up our meal, I took the plates into the kitchen. I came back to the couch and stood in front of Adrian. I told her to stand up. Though she looked just a little leery, I noticed she wasn't shaking at all.

I took her in my arms, and gave her the best kiss I knew how to give, and she returned it just as hot as she got it.

I finally let her go. I loved the feeling of her little body against mine, even though I was still wearing clothes.

"My love, we are going to have a very serious talk, before we go any further. You are as I want you, nude. I am not. Will you be ok answering some indelicate questions, with us like this, or would you rather I was naked as well?"

"Like this, Sir. I am becoming very aware of how much you really are my Master. Not that my body didn't already know, but the mind, the mind had to catch up, Sir. My mind still has a wall or two up. But both mind and body understand, you are our Master, and this seems to be the proper way to do this, Sir."

"You took the long way around the block there, baby. But I must admit that your brain attracts me, almost as much as your body."

"Thank you Sir. I pretty much have to hide it at home. I can't give them any reason to think I'm anything more than the "dumb cum slut", they think I am, Sir.

"I understand, pet. Some of that is part of what I want us to talk about. Which means I want you speak freely with me. There is nothing to fear here."

"What if I show anger, Sir?

"Feel free to do so, though I hope none of it will directed at me."

"I would never do that, Sir. I lov ... I mean ... I respect you too much to do that.

OH SHIT! Yes, I caught it. But, now was not the time to discuss it.

"I'm going to set 3 rules for when you are here with me, they will stand always. Ready Slave?"

"Yes Sir."

#1. This part of the apartment, is our free space. If you have a problem, or question, it is to be discussed out here, just like we will do in a few minutes. We are still Master and slave out here, but you have more freedom to be able to ask to speak your mind without penalty. Unless of course you are acting up, just to get in trouble. You know that will be dealt with accordingly. Do you understand and agree, Adrian?

"Yes Sir, I like that rule."

#2. This is non-negotiable. In that bedroom where you put your stuff, and where we will sleep tonight. That is the "no baggage" zone. Any emotional baggage either one of us may have, will be discussed out here. In there, it is STRICTLY Master and slave, the only thing you will have to protect you in there, is your Safe word. Of course, I will always take your feelings on things, and try to adjust accordingly, so that you won't have to use your word. But, use it if you must. Do you understand that in there, you do nothing but obey your Master?

"Yes Sir. Speaking freely, I find that scary as hell, but at the same time I feel my whole body tingling, like it is trying to tell you to simply take me."

"Good girl. I would say that means your inner submissive is in agreement with the terms."

"Yes, I believe that is exactly what it is, Sir."

#3. Also, non-negotiable. Any time you are here, unless Amy or some friends may be here, you will be exactly as you are now. If you are 3 feet inside that door, there better be a trail of clothes behind you. I say Amy, because she is still 17, after she is 18, the rule will apply. Do you understand this rule?"

"Yes Sir, the "freedom" I guess is the right word, anyway, that feeling makes me tingle as well."

"Good girl"

"No Sir. Good little slave girl."

"Agreed"

We both sat back down on the couch. She, being more nimble than I, was able to turn her body completely toward me. The way she sat, gave me my very first view of her sex in all of it's glory.

I've said it a few times, and will again. Everything about this little lady was just simply beautiful.

"May I say, that watching your pussy starting to become aroused and wet, with neither one of us touching it, is one of the most erotic things I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Sir. But it is YOUR pussy, and I am getting wet, I think, because I am looking at the man that will make sure it IS his, and that makes my ... no, it makes YOUR body tingle like crazy. Is that feeling what they call "being horny" Sir?"

"That is what I would call it, pet. There ARE other symptoms, But, I would say that would be one of the first signs of it."

"I notice you call me "pet" sometimes, Sir. Is there something to this, that I'm missing?

"Well, my love, it is a "pet name" for you. I will call you many things as we get deeper into this, such as; whore, slut, cunt. You've already heard me call you "bitch" a couple of times. The rougher, or nastier names can and will be used, when we are in an intense sexual situation, but they also are "pet names" used hopefully to ratchet up the intensity for both of us. When we are talking, like this for example, I just say "pet". When you hear that, you should think exactly what you think when you hear me call you "slave". "Pet", is just a nicer way to remind you, whether we are here, or in public, that you are owned by me, as you have sworn you are."

"I understand, Sir. I have read a lot about this stuff, but I am finding, that in practice, I HAVE a lot to learn. Luckily, I believe I have found the best teacher."

"As it should be, pet." We both giggled a bit at this.

I found myself, some how getting lost in looking at her pussy. Watching the labia start to become more pronounced, as her arousal grew, which in turn, led to more moisture appearing along her slit. One little tear drop of her wetness was hanging at the top, almost as if held there by her clit.

I say again, the beauty of it, the eroticism of it, just kind of captivated me, until a thought ran through my head of a way to capture this moment, a way that only the two of us could share. And most likely for just this one moment in eternity.

I sat there, alternately lost in her sex, and then lost in her emerald eyes, and then back to her pussy. Yet this thought would not let me go, and the enormity of the emotion that it would carry for me. I could only hope that it would carry the same strong emotion for her.

Not trusting my voice not to crack and ruin this moment, I spoke in a low whisper that only we could hear.

"Look into my eyes, pet. Under no circumstances, with what is to follow, stop looking into my eyes. You will not speak, and you will do exactly as I have done, when it is your turn. You will know the proper time. Do not fail me, my slave. This is for us and us alone."

Never taking my eyes from hers, I slowly reached over to where I knew her sex to be. She was perfectly still, as my finger found her slit. I ran my finger from bottom to top, only slightly parting her lips, hoping against hope, that I had collected the little tear drop that had so enthralled me.

I then slowly brought my finger to my own lips, and sucked her sweet juices from it.

Her eyes widened slightly at this, but she never lost contact with our gaze.

Slowly, I again found her slit with the very same finger, once again going bottom up, I collected more of her essence. This time when I removed my finger, I brought it to her lips, again her eyes widened, but she accepted my offering, and sucked on my finger in the most delicate way.

God, my heart was pounding so hard, It filled my ears like a drum. I have never been this turned on in my life.

I just slightly nodded to her.

To her credit, she did not hesitate. She did not even try to question with her eyes.

I sensed her movement, and accepted her finger as it reached my lips. I will never taste anything sweeter than I tasted in that moment.

I was still trying to savor her taste, when her finger left my mouth. She moved slightly, and with a glint in her eye that could only be construed as wonder at her own willingness, she took her finger into her own mouth, and slowly ... so slowly, took her first taste of herself. Her eyes told me she had liked it.

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