In his hands, the simple length of fabric transformed. As he looped it around my neck and tied a loose knot I became centered, grounded, reminded of my place. Kneeling in perfect Nadu, the noise of the world faded and I focused on him. Every nerve ending charged, anticipation coursed through my veins.
“Pleasure yourself, but no cumming without permission. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,”
I teased my nipples into hard peaks. Parting my swollen lips, I rubbed circles on my clit and wantonly worked two fingers in and out, urgent need growing.
Whimpering, I begged, “Please.”
“Cum, now.”
“Thank you Master.”
