It was a dark and stormy night when she first laid eyes on him, the Master. The room was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting eerie shadows upon the walls that danced to the rhythm of her pounding heart. He stood there, towering over her in all his dominance - a tall, muscular frame clad in nothing but a leather corset that hugged his chiseled chest and left little to the imagination. The sight of him made her blood race through her veins, her cunt instantly soaked with desire for what was to come.
He walked towards her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She could feel the heat from his body as he approached, a thrilling sensation that made her shiver with anticipation. As he reached her, he gently took her face in his large, calloused hands and whispered into her ear, "You will give me pleasure, slave."
She trembled at his command, feeling her pussy clench around the cold steel of the collar she wore - a symbol of her submission. With a flick of his wrist, he released it from around her neck and motioned for her to follow him. Obediently, she did as he asked, trailing behind him like the obedient creature she was.
As they reached their destination, a large, plush bed stood in the center of the room. The Master pushed her onto the soft mattress, pinning her down with his body weight. His hands began to explore every inch of her slender frame, caressing and probing until he found what he was looking for - her throbbing cunt.
He pressed a finger into it, eliciting a moan from her lips. "You are mine," he growled, inserting another finger as she writhed beneath him. The sensation of being filled to the brim made her feel both vulnerable and empowered at once - an intoxicating mix that only heightened her desire for him.
"Please, Master," she begged, "I need more."
He smirked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. With a slick sound, he pulled out two thick dildos from beneath the bed. One was long and slim, designed to stretch her pussy wide open; the other was short and thick, meant for her tight little asshole.
"You will take both of these," he commanded, thrusting them into her hands. Her fingers trembled as she held them, unsure of what awaited her. But she knew better than to defy him - her pleasure was now his responsibility.
He guided the dildos into position: first the slim one into her pussy, then the thicker one into her ass. The feeling of being double-penetrated sent shivers up her spine and made her entire body quiver with excitement. Every time he thrust them in and out, she could feel her orgasm building - a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
"You will cum for me," the Master commanded again. His voice was thick with desire, making her heart race even faster than before. "Cum hard and let go of all control."
She did as he asked, surrendering herself to the pleasurable torture of his masterful hands. The combination of pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge, causing her entire body to convulse with intense orgasmic bliss. Her cries echoed throughout the room, drowning out the sound of the storm outside.
When it was finally over, she lay there on the bed, panting heavily as the aftershocks of her climax continued to ripple through her body. The Master stood above her, a smug grin plastered across his face. "You were good tonight," he said softly, caressing her wet and swollen pussy with one hand while stroking his own growing erection with the other.
"I will make you cum again...and again...until you can't take anymore." With that promise hanging in the air between them, they both knew what came next: a night of unbridled passion and submission, a true testament to the power of BDSM and the bond between master and slave.