Master of Minds, Master of Me

My whole body is on fire just from him touching me over my dress. I know I’m soaking wet already. I probably got wet just on the way here. Just thinking about what is going to happen made me all riled up.

“I need you to open your legs for me.”

I do what he asks, and his hand slowly lifts the hem of my dress. I fumble some notes when I feel his tingling touch on my thighs. His lips brush against my neck again. I tilt my head, giving him space.

“I need you to keep playing. If you stop, I stop. Understood?”

I nod.

His hand keeps sliding closer and closer. I try my best to keep my focus on the song. I’m glad I picked an easy song to play. I let out a heavy exhale as I finally feel his fingers gently sliding over my pussy. I hear his low, dark chuckle behind me.

“No panties? Aren’t you one dirty pretty flower?”

I feel my inner walls clenching at his words. He suddenly yanks the leash, and my fingers let out a mismatched noise.

“I asked you a question. Aren’t you going to answer me?”

“I am,” I force out.

I return to playing the song, and his fingers start slowly circling my clit. I bite my lip, not wanting to be too loud. His touch feels heavenly, but I try to push the feeling aside and keep my focus on the keys.

But then he thrusts his fingers inside me all the way. I gasp, and the gentle music vanishes. He just keeps his fingers buried. I want him to move, I want him to fuck me with them. But he doesn’t, so I start to sway my hips against him.

I let out a loud yelp as he shoots his electricity straight to my pussy. And it surely isn’t a gentle tingling. It hurts like hell. Just from that single zap, my eyes water.

“If you want me to keep touching your greedy little cunt, you need to keep playing.”

I continue playing, and his fingers start slowly moving. But it’s agonizing, like he is just teasing me.

“You want more?”

I nod.

He moves his thumb to rub my clit as his fingers plunge deep again. I can’t stop the moan from escaping, and my fingers grow still. And he stops. I immediately continue to play.

“How can I give you more when you clearly can’t take even this while obeying me?”

“I don’t want to play anymore.”

I feel his lips curling into a smile against my skin.

“Oh? What about all the people who are here to listen to music?”

“I…” I fall silent, not sure what I should say.

I kind of already forgot that we are actually doing this on a stage where everyone can see. But remembering where we are just makes me want to have him more.

“Hmm… Maybe we could provide different kinds of music.” He suggests with a teasing voice.

His fingers press my G-spot, making me gasp in pleasure.

“I need you to unbutton your dress for me.”

I move my fingers to the buttons on the front of my dress and open them one by one. But it’s hard to focus when his fingers just feel way too good.

Another jolt of electricity hits me, and I cry out loud.

“Focus, pretty flower.”

I keep unbuttoning the dress and succeed this time without stalling. When I’m finished, he withdraws his fingers and lifts them in front of my face.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, and he slides his soaked fingers in, and I lick them clean obediently.

Next, he slides the top of my dress off. I shiver when the air feels rather cold against my bare skin. Soon, my bra falls on the ground. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me to sit on the keys in one slick move. A sharp, intimate clash of notes spills beneath me, then lingers in the air for a while. Felix sits on the piano bench, his hand sliding against my legs, lifting the hem up.

“I think it’s my turn to play now.”

His lips land on my inner thigh, and I exhale heavily. The anticipation rises.

“As much as I love hearing you play, your lustful voice is the most beautiful music to my ears.”

His eyes fix on mine, and he grins.

“So you’d better sing beautifully for me.”

His tongue finally finds my clit, and the piano cries softly as I place my hands on the keys for support. I never get used to how good his mouth feels. It’s like he knows every tiny spot and move that makes me squirm against him. He gives enough to drive me insane, but not enough to make me completely satisfied. So I nudge myself closer, begging for more like always.

I gasp as he bites my clit, clearly a message to stay still, and I do. His hands hold onto my thighs, and he pushes them farther, making me more exposed. His fingers dig deep into my skin, and I know they will definitely bruise.

I hear some sighs and moans from the audience, and I feel my pussy reacting to those. I don’t know why. But just knowing that someone out there is getting turned on by watching me nudges me closer to my orgasm. His lips withdraw, and I feel a sudden yank on the leash, forcing me to look down.

I stare into his purple eyes as he keeps grinning. “Do you feel like coming already?”

I nod.

He stands before me, towering over me. His hand slides to my throat, squeezing over the leather collar.

“Do you think you deserve to come?”

Oh God. He isn’t going to let me come yet. What a jerk.

I shake my head, knowing that nodding would probably just prolong my wait.

“And why do you think that?”

What’s all this interrogation all of a sudden? My pussy can’t wait this long. But I swallow my ache and answer him.

“I missed some notes, and I didn’t finish the song.”

He growls lowly, and my need just rises from that.

“I’m pleased that you admit your flaws.”

He leans in to kiss my neck, and I tilt my head. Then he suddenly bites my skin, and I let out a silent cry. The piano beneath me once again cries along with me. He is so close that I feel the bulge in his pants, so I try to slide myself closer, desperate to feel him.

Slap.

I cry out loudly this time. For the first time ever, he slapped my pussy. And it wasn’t just a slap, it was filled with his electricity too.

“Felix,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m trying to plead.

“What? Can’t handle the punishment?”

Slap.

Holy crap, the zap makes my body twitch.

Slap.

Every time he zaps me, the piano joins my misery, our sounds mixing in the air.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” I say with a heavy exhale as I try to steady my breathing.

Slap.

I feel tears slowly escaping.

“That’s it. Cry for me. You look so divine like that.”

Slap.

I really can’t handle this much longer. My pussy feels so sore already. I’m not sure if it is because of the electricity or the slaps.

His hand grabs my throat, and he forces my head to turn. My eyes look at the people watching us.

“Come on. Let them see how pretty little slut you are. Being all hurt but still craving for more.”

I watch the people, their eyes drilled on me. It’s embarrassing to think they see me like this. But at the same time, so arousing. I don’t understand why I enjoy this. It just makes me feel so dirty. And I love it.

Then I feel his dick rubbing against my entrance, and I forget my sore pussy in an instant. I start swaying my hips against him, begging for it.

“I love how desperate you look. But I’m still not sure if you deserve to have my cock yet.”

“Felix, please.”

“Hmm… Maybe I should not be the one deciding if you deserve it. I’m not the one being robbed of the music after all.”

He suddenly spins me around, making me lie on my stomach on the piano, my legs hanging over the edge. I try to hold onto the lid so I won’t slide down. But then I notice the piano bench sliding under my knees, and I let my upper body relax. Once again, I feel his cock at my entrance. I keep nudging myself closer to him.

His fingers glide to my hair, and he forces my head to turn again, facing the people watching me.

“Should we ask them?”

Ask them? Meaning the people watching us? I didn’t want Felix to tell me what he planned to do to me. He offered to tell me, but I thought it would be better to just not know in advance. Spanking my pussy surely was a surprise already, but this is even more. I feel my heart pounding even harder inside my chest. I’m not sure what all this makes me feel.

“I take your silence as a yes.”

Crap. I should have opened my mouth and said no. I really should have.

“So, everyone who thinks she still deserves more spanking can raise a hand. Each hand equals one hit.”

I stare at the audience in disbelief when so many hands rise.

Oh please, God. Why does my pussy keep clenching tighter as I watch all these people eagerly waiting for my punishment? I really am insane.

Felix slowly slides my dress off, making me lie there only in my corset. I hear his dark chuckle once again.

“I guess they really were disappointed that you were too much of a slut to play your song. Sixteen hands. You’d better take each hit like a good girl.”

Slap.

I yelp.

Slap.

My ass quickly gets so sore as he keeps ruthlessly spanking me. Between every slap, he gently caresses the place he just hit. I thought at first that he did it to be gentle, like a reminder of his love or something. But as he keeps slapping, I realize it brings even more torment. He caresses my ass cheeks so gently that every single time it makes me relax and my pussy throb. After that, the next slap just feels even worse.

Slap.

“Five more to go, pretty flower.”

I already feel like breaking into pieces. It hurts. Just then, I hear his whisper in my ear. His voice is so quiet that only I can hear him.

“What do you think all of them would think if they knew that it’s their future Queen who’s screaming and moaning here so beautifully?”

I hate the fact that my body reacts to his words, and I nudge myself closer to him.

Slap.

“Or what would the people in the temple think if they knew what a dirty pretty flower you are?”

Slap.

Oh God. I feel my climax suddenly starting to gather in my core. Just a few sentences from him make me forget the huge pain in my ass. I wish he would just spank me quicker, since I really want to come.

He tightens my collar so tight that I can barely breathe anymore.

Slap.

The orgasm inches closer. I try to rub my thighs together to get some friction in my pussy. The air slowly depletes from my lungs. I’ve grown addicted to breathplay. I think I’ve discovered so many sides of myself during my time with Felix that sometimes I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I’m just so lucky to have Felix. He’s been so eager and supportive while I explore my sexuality, a sexuality that I never thought I would even have.

I hear his low growl next to my ear. I rub my thighs together even more eagerly.

“Hmm… Why am I sensing your orgasm building?”

“I…”

Slap.

My answer vanishes into a scream. His hand starts to caress me gently again. I keep swaying my hips and clenching my thighs eagerly. My mind starts to feel hazy due to the lack of oxygen and blood.

“Just getting punished in front of all these people drives you to the edge of coming. You really are one dirty slut, aren’t you?”

I nod.

His hand slides to squeeze my throat, cutting off the tiny bit of airway I had.

“You’d better show them how dirty you are then. Show them how you come without me even touching you. I’ll only let you breathe when you’re right there on the edge. So you’d better come for me, pretty flower.”

Slap.

He shoots electricity through me with that last slap. I feel it traveling to my pussy, tipping me on the edge. My tears start to fall. I don’t even know why; they just do. My vision blurs as I desperately rub my legs together, needing the orgasm so badly.

“Be my good, obedient pretty flower and remind me how dirty you are. How fucking weak you are for me.”

He lets go of my throat while loosening the collar, and air and blood surge back in.

I come screaming. It feels more painful than ever, and I don’t know why. But I don’t care. It still feels like heaven. Or hell. Or both combined. I feel every fiber in me trembling, trying to calm down, trying to return to reality from ecstasy.

Then, in one harsh thrust, his dick buries inside me. My tears fall. I wasn’t ready for that yet. My pussy is still pulsing from the orgasm. He pulls the leash, forcing my upper body up. I feel his lips on my neck as he murmurs against my skin.

“You did so well for me, just like you always do.”

God, his praise drives me insane every single time. He kisses my neck and shoulders so sweetly. His hands travel over my body, caressing and comforting. I slowly feel my body relaxing, and the shaking and trembling finally stop.

He keeps kissing my shoulders and moves to my back. His lips and hands feel like worship, and I gladly bathe in it.

He starts to move his hips slowly, thrusting in and out. His hand goes to my breasts, gently rubbing my nipples. I start moaning softly. My body slowly starts to wake up again. The need for him rises rapidly.

“Felix,” I force out between my sighs and moans.

“Is there something you want?”

“Yes, I—”

He bites down on my shoulder, and my words disappear. I feel his grin against my skin.

“You were saying?”

Jerk. I would curse him if I weren’t so horny and needy.

“Harder.”

His low chuckle makes my body shiver and my skin tingle.

“Aren’t you one greedy pretty flower?”

“Please.”

Suddenly, I see him in front of me, sitting on top of the piano. I have no idea if it’s just an illusion meant for me, or if there really are two of him. He’s holding a long piece of fabric in his hands.

“Open your mouth and put your hands behind your back.”

I obey. He slips the fabric between my lips and slides it behind my back, binding my hands with it. He tightens it, and the fabric digs deep into my cheeks. His hand lifts my chin as he leans closer.

“I decide the pace, not you. As much as I love hearing your pleas, I need you to shut up and take what I give you like the good girl I know you can be.”

My pussy clenches in excitement while he keeps slowly fucking me from behind. He takes another piece of fabric and blindfolds me with it.

“Just empty that pretty head of yours and focus on feeling. Understood?”

I try my best to nod, but my movement is limited because of the binds.

He grabs my waist from behind, and I feel his fingers digging deep into my skin. He thrusts harder but keeps the pace slow. I keep trying to nudge my hips closer to him. I feel electricity flowing through my veins, a clear warning. I try my best to keep my body still.

Now that I’m concealed in darkness, I hear people’s voices around me more clearly. There are sighs and low moans, even some praise.

My body squirms. I think I’m having an ecstasy overload.

Then finally his rhythm quickens. Despite the fabric digging into my mouth, my lustful noises fill the air. He fucks me hard, ruthlessly.

The piano once again wakes up. The keys join my cries in accidental harmony.

His fucking keeps growing stronger, like he wants to break me. I struggle against my binds, my wrists starting to ache with pain. His fingers hurt at my waist. I feel tears rising and falling under the blindfold.

His fingers come to wipe away the fallen tears.

“Fuck, you look so perfect like that. So hurt, so helpless. Just so utterly beautiful at my mercy.”

His praise makes my chest and pussy tighten in unison. I start to hear his low grunts behind me, and my need to come suddenly closes in. How can a man’s simple voice feel so freaking good?

He lifts my chin again.

“Just a little bit more. I can’t hold on much longer. Being able to see your delicious red ass and your tear-soaked face at the same time is just too much for me to handle. You are more divine than any God could be.”

Oh God, I’m so going to come. His right hand leaves my waist and goes to rub my clit.

The orgasm crashes in so fast. My voice grows so loud that it muffles even the trembling chords of the piano beneath me. The climax makes me see stars under the blindfold. I feel like I momentarily black out, and I probably did, since I was so lost in my pleasure that I didn’t even notice when he came.

I just feel my bindings loosen, and I’m lifted up. My blindfold vanishes, and I’m faced with Felix. He sits on the bench and has placed me on his lap, facing him. His warm smile melts my heart once again.

He leans in to kiss my cheek, moves to my neck and shoulders. His touch feels like worship again.

“You are so stunning, Lo. My heart bursts from how much I love you.”

I cup his cheeks and press my lips against his.

“I love you, Felix. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will never let you go.”

He chuckles, and the lights cut off, darkening the stage. We stay still and just enjoy the moment.

“You do remember that our souls are bound together? You are stuck with me in this life and every life to come.” He says with a heartbreaking smile.

“Have you thought about what happens if we are both reborn as males, or what if I’m reborn as a dog or something?”

“I would be so gay for you, so no worries there. If you’re a dog, then I guess I would just be the best pet owner ever. I would treasure you even if our love weren’t the same. Since meddling with animals? That’s definitely a hard limit. But I would still get to keep you on a leash, so that’s a bonus.”

I roll my eyes at him. I didn’t realize he would take my question so seriously.

“You are hopeless.”

He yanks the leash, pulling my head closer to him.

“You’re the one who asked. Don’t go rolling your eyes at me.”

I can’t help but smile.

“You always praise yourself for being so good at teasing others. But in the end, you are just as easy to tease as everyone else.”

“What can I say? You are my weak spot. A weak spot I love having.”

I wrap my hands around his neck.

“This weak spot of yours is leaving a huge wet spot on your lap if we don’t get up.”

“I’m sure there are worse things than our mixed cum that could be on my pants.”

He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“So, did you enjoy it?”

“Did you lose your ability to sense minds or something? I think it should be obvious that I loved it.”

“Yes, but hearing you say it makes it more real.”

“Well, I did enjoy it. But I have to say that you really surprised me. Slapping my pussy with electricity? You really are insane sometimes.”

“Or are you the insane one for loving it?”

I exhale heavily.

“Yes, probably. But that’s totally your fault. My mind was perfectly pure before you started pestering me.”

“Yeah, like it’s totally normal and pure to cut photos of your crush and plan the wedding without even actually meeting the guy.”

“Don’t point out useless details.” I can’t stop my smile from cracking while using his own words against him.

He leans in for another kiss. I mold myself against him like always. My heart and soul are filled with so much happiness when I’m with him. And the best part is that this is only the beginning. Someday we will have children. Someday we will be King and Queen. Still super nervous about that one. But I know that with Felix, I can survive through everything.