He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about b**m didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.
"That was amazing, little sub. Now I want you to go bend over the couch arm, I need to be inside you as soon as possible," he said giving me a gentle kiss and a push in that direction.
I hurried over and bent over the couch, thrilled that his need for me was so great. I could
