My breasts were my whole world.
His fingers delicately yet somehow powerfully kneading and flexing. His palms cupping and caressing. His skin on mine. His touch igniting flames within me that built and burned and threatened to consume me entirely.
The feelings were beyond description. The sensations beyond measure. On the pleasure.
Oh dear god the pleasure…
From the moment his fingers touched me I was lost. I needed more. No matter the cost. I would do anything. I had never imagined it could feel like this. Never thought anything could be like this.
I don’t know what had changed. It had never felt this way before. They had never felt like this before. Or had they? Had it always been like this? Had I always existed in this moment? In this fractional second of bliss that would never, could never end? In this moment of ecstasy, the world being dissolved until there was nothing but my tits, and his hands?
He was talking. Whispering sweet nothings, or questions, or commands in my ear. But I couldn’t understand the words. Couldn’t find the few moments of attention to tear away from the glorious pleasure to decipher their meaning. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
I just nodded, eagerly nodded, urgently moaned, and desperately whispered “Yes, Anything” over and over again. Agreeing without question to words unheard. Anything to let this rapture continue. Anything if he would just keep playing with my tits. Letting me feel the perfect joy and contentment of knowing I was fulfilling my purpose, my reason for existence.
He spoke. And he kneaded. And the pleasure grew. Impossibly grew. It spread, and filled, my body, my mind, my soul. It filled and caressed and reshaped what it touched.
He spoke, and I moaned.
He spoke, and I answered.
He spoke, and I begged.
His hands left me then, they rose to take my shoulders, to turn me around. And I whimpered in loss and confusion, only to find the pleasure unabated. The rapture undiminished. I looked up into his eyes, and he spoke, unheard, incomprehensible words, lost in the boiling seas of lust and bliss that separated us.
But I heard my voice answer, “Yes Master”, and I smiled, for I knew completion. And I knelt, in submission and joy, to serve my purpose.