Under His Influence (Love Under Lockdown)

It felt like a cliché, the sort of thing that never actually happened in real life, but the time really did seem to fly by. Or, maybe not fly, but zoom, at a supersonic speed beyond what I could accurately perceive.

Either way, the time between Seth easing me down into the nicely padded office chair, a high-quality butt plug firmly planted up my ass, and coming to get me seemed miniscule.

The only evidence of my work was the physical evidence. A further seven pages, twelve in all, of obscure bands with music only available online, that I thought deserved a boost on Suspicious Activity.

“Great work, pet,” he said, flipping through the book, massaging my neck with his other hand.

I loved when he did that. My neck was super sensitive, almost to the point of being an erogenous zone. Seth treated me so gently, it always got me warmed up and ready for hotter action.

“Thank you, master.”

“What do you say we get that butt plug out of you?” he asked me.

“Yes, master.”

I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine question, or if he was testing me. Either way, my answer would be the same.

Seth scooped me up into his powerful arms, as though I weighed nothing, carrying me like a virgin bride through the threshold of the office.

The rumors were true!

Tucked away on the top floor of his ordinary house, though a door accessible at the back of the bathroom, was a well-appointed playroom, equipped for every sort of kink except the really painful and dangerous ones. No knives or bull whips or anything that could cause bleeding.

“Over here,” he said.

Seth indicated a padded bench in the shape of a cross, restraints attached at the bottom and to the ends of each of the arms.

“Are you going to tie me down?” I asked him.

“Not unless you struggle.”

“Is that a joke?”

“Mostly.”

Seth wrapped his arms around me, untying the belt and lifting the robe from my shoulders. Yup, I was definitely naked. As naked as it was possible to be.

Yet I still didn’t feel self-conscious. Even while standing in front of what could only be described as a bondage table.

“Get on,” he commanded me sternly.

As carefully as I could, I got up on the bench, in the way that made the most sense, which was basically on all fours, my ass up in the air, making it easy to get at. I even lowered my upper body, so that it was flat on the bench.

It felt a lot better coming out than going in. Still, Seth went slowly, careful not to pull too hard or fast as he extracted the butt plug from me. I could already feel the difference it had made, my ass feeling nicely stretched out.

I wanted to try a few more times before he tried putting his cock in there, but I was confident I would be able to handle it.

“Very good,” Seth agreed, stretching my ass even more with his hands. “It’s stretching out quite nicely for me. What a good pet. I can’t wait to put my cock in that tight little asshole of yours.”

He helped me from the bench, clearly not intending to tie me up. At least not in that way. Instead he led me to one of those sex swings I always thought were a kind of silly joke.

Scooping me up again, he delivered me into the sling section and secured my wrists and ankles in the cuffs provided.

“It’s mostly for security,” he explained.

He really didn’t have to explain himself, since he was the master after all, but it was still good to know. Not that I minded if he was tying me up for the fun of it.

He threw my thighs apart and knelt between them, burying his face in my pussy and devouring the most sensitive parts of me.

Pleasure ripped through me and I gasped and writhed as Seth rapidly brought me to a huge orgasm, much like all the others he had blessed me with. Despite the repetition, the feeling was in no way losing its appeal.

When I was ready, Seth took out his rock hard cock and rolled on a condom, lowering the swing slightly, so he could slide inside me.

“Oh, thank you, sir!” I moaned, as he pushed his big cock inside me. “Yes, master, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, as his cock went all the way in. “Your tight little pussy feels so good. I love to fuck this tiny wet hole of yours.”

I couldn’t move much, but if anything, that made me even hotter. I liked being totally under his control and for his pleasure. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and would always make sure it felt good for me true. I trusted him entirely.

Putting his hands on my shoulder to push me down to the right height, my master fucked me— gently at first, until I got used to the feeling of his massive cock working deep inside me, and then harder. His magnificent member was pounding inside my wet pussy until I was nearly screaming from the huge orgasm that rippled through me.