The Game Of Love

His hand brushes against my bare stomach, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. After a few moments, the vibrations gradually lessen, becoming a low, steady hum that, while still present, no longer feels like it’s tearing me apart. “Do you like how I fill you up, toy?” he whispers, his voice low and husky. Drying myself off, I can’t help but glance at the chastity belt, a constant reminder of my captivity. “Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with desire. I gulp, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. “Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but wonder what he has in store for me tomorrow. He reaches down, his hand finding my clit and circling it slowly. As we reach the bed, Master pushes me down onto it, his hands roaming over my body, feeling every inch of my skin. “Oh god,” I moan, arching my back as he begins to move the vibrator in and out of me.