Her Master's Command (2 page)

The wizard eyed
me carefully. I knew the thoughts that were running through my head and I
didn’t blame him. They were probably similar to the ones I’d had on lonely
nights when my feet ached from endless prowling in my quest to find the Master.

He sighed and
picked up his glass, “I’ve never been that comfortable talking about it, other
than to say I’ve never had to worry about my prostate failing again. But I
don’t want other people to know about the profound effect he had on my soul. I
doubt anyone would understand the power that the Master holds over people.” He
nodded and quickly downed the drink. “I met him at the same bar we just left.
He was sitting alone in a dark corner. I bought him a drink and he asked me to
sit down. I told him I heard he could cure my condition and quell any lingering
suspicions.”

“What
suspicions?” I interrupted.

“It’s not the
anal business. I came to terms with the prospects of another man penetrating my
ass before setting out to find Him. Only a man can know another so well and I’m
not afraid of that. In my youth I had a Domme who pegged me every night before
she went to bed and I loved it. What I was uncertain about was whether he had
the magical power to cure me of my condition for good.”

The whiskey was
clearly loosening his tongue. It was also getting me a little warm.. I drank
another shot of the whiskey and encouraged him to do the same, this time I
poured the whiskey in his glass the glass and handed it to him, lightly
caressing his forefinger during the exchange as I smiled at him.

The effect was
subtle enough that he didn’t really notice.

He smiled, sat
back into the couch and finally relaxed.

“Go on.” I
encouraged.

“When we got
back to my place, he told me to drink something that would make me relax. He
said it was a special potion, He told me the name of it but I promptly forgot.
It was a strange name, in all my years of wizard training, I’d never heard of
it. Whatever it was, the effect was amazing. I became uninhibited and every
emotion I experienced, I felt its strength ten times.”

“I’ve heard of
it.” I smiled and wondered when he was going to make the connection between the
spell on my skin and the potion that the Master had fed him. “I didn’t know it
could be in potion form, though. Please, continue.” I had been sitting alone on
the couch not directly facing him. It occurred to me to shift in my seat and
uncross my legs. By the time I crossed them again and looked back up to face
him, I could distinguish his growing cock through the front of swollen pants.

“Well, like I
was saying, I felt open and ready to experience whatever came my way. To be
honest, I feel that way right now. Ahem! Sorry, I just have a little tickle in
my throat.”

Nervous he
wouldn’t last long enough to tell the story, I encouraged him on. “We’ll get to
that later. Now tell me what happened.”

“He told me to
undress and stand with my back to the blazing fireplace. While I undressed, out
of the corner of my eye, I saw him undressing. With one hand he conjured what appeared
to be a set of long leather laces. You know the kind people use for
restraining. Sexually, I mean. Anyway, I didn’t know what he was going to do
with them but just standing there with the heat of the fire against my back I
felt warm and more alive than I’d felt since I’d lost my lovely Domme. It was
as if the fire in the fireplace was inside me. I felt my cock twitch and looked
up to see him holding his hand out to me,” he sighed and took another drink.
“He was a beautiful man, athletic and strong. Never have I seen a man built
like that. Like a modern-day Adonis, each muscle in his body pressed against
the inside of his skin. He turned me to face the fire and stood directly behind
me. He reached around to the front of me and took hold of my cock so he could
rub it. From behind I could feel his cock getting harder as he pressed against
my asshole.”

The wizard set
his glass back down, his face was a strange mix of wistfulness and lust in one.
“I thought about what it would feel like to have a cock like his inside me and
I tensed with fear. He was big. Bigger than anything I’d ever seen and I just
didn’t know how he was going to fit that huge thing in my tiny little hole. I
panicked and tried to move away but I wasn’t fast enough and I felt those
leather laces moving over my skin, wrapping us up together.”

“He must have
enchanted them.” I gasped.

The wizard
nodded slowly. “Not once did he use his hand against my ass. With only the
subtle movements of his hips, he managed to press the tip of his cock against my
hole as he massaged around the base of my cock.”

I could see his
eyes begin to stare as his mind wandered. At the tip of his recognizably
massive shaft, I could make out the smallest amount of moisture which had begun
to assert the notion the rest of it was ready for play.

 “Please tell me
more,” I begged as my panties became wet.

The wizard
narrowed his eyes and turned his focus back to me. “He told me to relax.
‘Breath,’ he whispered into my ear as my hole gave way to his timely insertion.
I gasped. Inside me, I felt him clench his muscles as he literally pulled

me closer to him
with the power of his cock. The more I breathed the deeper me pushed inside me
until I was begging him to fuck me harder. I would have done anything he asked
of me. I’d never felt that kind of sexual magic before in my life and I never
wanted to let it go.  He was in full command of both my body and his own, I
began to feel the vibrations and gentle massaging of what felt like tiny hands inside
me. With each stroke of his cock, I could feel him pressing inside me, milking
me for everything I was worth. It was fast and hard and I didn’t realize I was
coming until it was too late.” He stopped to take a deep breath. “The Master
was kind to me. I hadn’t asked his permission to come and I felt deeply sorry
but he told me it was part of the ritual so I didn’t have to be punished.”

          “Punish
you?” I gasped as my heart started to race with the idea. “Why on earth would
he want to punish you for having an orgasm?”

The wizard
smiled at me as if I was a stupid child. “Because he is the Master and you
always have to have the master’s permission before coming. It would be an grave
insult to deny him the pleasure of his permission.”

“Oh,” I
whispered as more of the puzzle came into focus “so he’s a real master. I
thought he was called Master because he’d mastered the skills of sexual magic
not because he was…” My voice trailed away as my brain worked its way around
the idea of being dominated by such a skilled magician. The possibilities for
pleasure and pain were endless.

 “My cock hasn’t
been the same since,” the wizard mused playfully “it’s so much larger now.”

I couldn’t take
it anymore. This man had been touched by the Master himself and I believed that
I could forge a connection straight to the source through him. I moved like a
tigress wrenching down his pants until his massive cock was on full display.

It didn’t matter
to me that he was twice my age I pounced on his cock with my open mouth,
gratefully licking and sucking at all the places the master’s hands had been.
It was my offering to him for his wonderful story.  I worked his shaft with my
hands while my lips and tongue slid over his sensitive head. I tried to move
slowly but the excitement of the moment had me at my whit’s end. I found myself
hungry for him and quickly eased the length of his huge rod into my throat. I
worked him fast, deep-throating him until his massive cock leapt further down
my throat and I felt the familiar twitch of his muscular thighs right before
his come splashed against the back of my throat.

By the time I
got up, his cock had gone limp and was out cold.

I knew he’d be
out for a while and my curiosity was piqued so I started to look
around.
Cursory searches in the living room, dining room and kitchen left me no clues
to lead me
to Him. By the time I got to his bedroom, I started to give
up hope. It wasn’t until I opened his
closet did my luck start to turn.

“The laces,” I
whispered as my eye soaked them in. I wanted them like I’d never wanted
anything else I my entire life. I wanted to possess them with as much as I
wanted to be possessed by their original owner. Magic drew my hands forward to
take hold of them and it was magic that moved through me as I closed my eyes
and pulled the laces off the hanger. Taking them was wrong.

Very wrong.

And I knew the
blow job I’d given the old wizard was hardly the kind of compensation that
would satisfy stealing a magical object.

With the laces
in my hand I found a piece of paper and quickly wrote down a spell that the old
man could use to draw his lost lover back to him. With any luck he’d have his
beloved Domme pegging his ass before tomorrow was done. Before I set the spell
on the coffee table and rubbed pressed it to skin and charged off a little of
the spell onto it just for luck. The wizard stirred a little in his sleep and I
figured it was my signal to leave so I closed my eyes and thought, “Disappear.”

When I opened
them again, I was in my hotel room just inside the door.

After setting
about enchanting the room again for privacy and against uninvited guests, I placed
the laces on the bed and stared at them. In the back of my head I told myself
that the only thing I was guilty of was trying to return the Master’s property
to him. It was a clumsily constructed lie that anyone would be able to see
through if they pressed me but I didn’t care.

I knew the
instant I’d seen them that the laces were the key to finding the Master. All I
had to do now was seek out the third witch and get her to talk.

*****

With the laces
wrapped around my waist like a makeshift belt I hit the street dressed for
trouble. I tried a few of the newer places on my list without much success. It
wasn’t until I decided to duck into a place that wasn’t on my list  that I
realized I was on to something.

Stepping inside
the change in atmosphere in the pub was immediately recognizable. It wasn’t  the
kind of dreary picture the first witch had painted or the washed out pub
slinging chili and hot sauce where I met the wizard. There was live music and
even livelier patrons. The performer was a sexy lyricist playing acoustic
guitar perched atop a bar stool.

Before the close
of her first set I knew she was the reason the place hummed with energy and it
became clear she would not play in the background. Her music set the scene and
became the foreground. She was the main topic of conversation at every table
and she reveled in it.

Her music
was
magic.

The enthusiastic
clapping made me realize her set was over. I looked up from my thoughts and
caught her eye. I gestured that she join me. The bartender saw her nod and sent
her regular to the table along with a vodka gimlet for me.

“You perform
beautifully.” I said as she sat down across the table.

 “Thank you.”

“The way this
crowd responds to you, I wonder whether you play this place a lot. They seem to
know you.”

She blushed and
wrapped her hand around her drink. “I play a lot of different places. I’ve
played this place a few times, but I’ve always found that, when I give myself
to the performance, the crowd will always be there with me.”

“Do you find a
lot of men want to take you home at the end of the night?” I asked the question
and leaned in to touch the back of her hand with my finger.

She sat straight
up, a smile moving over her lovely face. “They try but I mostly go home with
women,” She whispered “I might take the occasional man home but I’m a bit of a
slave to my personal preferences.”

I stared at her
and wondered what kind of spell she’s woven around her that made people feel so
compelled to lavish her with their praise and attention. If we weren’t sitting
right in the middle of the room with all eyes turned toward us I would have
asked her about it. “How many more sets will you play?” I chose the safer way
out.

“Just one more.”
She stood up and nodded to the stage manager. “I’ll only be playing for about
another hour or so If you’d like to see the whole set.”

“I’ll be
enjoying you from here,” I said and picked up the pick she’d left on the table.
It was a bold move on my part but I gave it a firm squeeze and dropped it into
her hand

She smiled as
the pick came to rest in the center of her palm and I knew she’d be taking me
home with her when the hour was up.  

Cutting her set
short she played the next 45 minutes with hard driving perfection. There were
no more covers. Everything was original work inspired by her rock idols and her
own experiences. Her lyrics were woven together in chords of her own stitching.
The rhythmic picking pulsed euphoria through the

guitar’s six
vibrating strings casting wave after wave of happiness that released the revelers
of their inhibitions as they danced. Men wanted to fuck her and women wanted to
be her.

I my case, I
wanted both.