Waiting for Master
Tried something between commissions :3
It could be a format that I could follow for later uses
He was alone, but he knew that this wouldn't be for long; the master would be back soon, a prospect that filled him with excitement. There were a lot he could have let his mind wander about, but he knew that this wasn't the time; why would he waste his time thinking about that sort of thing when there were better things to do?
How he missed the master touch; firm and determined, it knew how to make him moan. At the same time, it was delicate and tender, taking the time to explore him, making him wish it could last forever.
He could remember the last time, when he felt his hands on his body, when he closed his eyes and let him have his way with him. There was no point in resisting the exploration of the one that knew more than him, that knew about his desires.
The hands on his body, the soft, slow touch as his master took his time to caress him; the memories were fresh in his mind, making him wish that he was close to him. He could remember how the delicate touch soon turned into a firm grip, making him gasp as he felt his member pinched and crushed. The pain wasn't great, enough to stun him for a moment, giving way to pleasure; the master knew how to handle him, how to make sure that he would be an obedient lover.
But there was still time to wait, to prepare himself for the one that would lead him into a state of pure euphoria. He couldn't let these memories fill him and ruin the moment that was bound to happen...
Could there be a chance that the master would be preparing a surprise for him? He had a been a good boy, but as perhaps there was a chance that this was just his perception; perhaps he had been a naughty boy and deserved a good punishment.
More he thought about it, more he realized that he needed to be punished; to feel the open hand land on his behind, hitting with force and passion, as he would plead for it to stop. He would learn a lesson from it, although he was sure that the master would be glad to teach him more.
Perhaps he would cuffed to the bed, waiting for more to happen; each passing moment would be a delicious, exhilarating moment as he would await what would happen next. Would the master use a toy?
He could just imagine the toy being plunged in his depth, his body awaiting how deep it would be pushed before he would whimper. How fast it would be? Would it be vibrating? There was so many possibilities...
Or would the master use a riding crop, to tame him? To feel each strikes land on his body, to shiver in delight as each hit would trigger another, until there would be no more. It would be a glorious sensation...
Then he would be taken, filled in a way that made him drool; if only he could be back, to fulfill the fantasy that was playing in his mind, tingling his senses. If only there was a way for him to speed up time...
When he heard the door open, he knew that it was him; lying on the bed, he saw him approach, a glint in his eyes. He wasn't sure what wasn't going to happen, but it didn't matter; all that matter what his presence, as he moved to welcome the one he loved...