His hands roamed under my shirt, pressing, squeezing, pinching. I moaned and sighed, leaning into him, adoring him, my Master.
I wanted to touch him also, feeling the pull of him so close and touchable, but it wasn't allowed. Not at this moment anyway. I'd have to wait.
The teasing and pinching went on, until he found the perfect spot and pinched so hard I let out a little yelp and tried to jump away. He slapped me and said "Behave, slut!"
A submissive "I'm sorry Master", as I snuggled back into him, smiling.
Sorry, and yet not sorry at all for any of it.
Just part of the dance.
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