Page 27 of His Master

Simon’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Master. I would like to be played with.”

“Good.” I nodded. “Follow me.”

I started out of the kitchen and across to the living area, which contained more than just your standard TV and couch.

Simon started to follow, but I turned around and told him. “Crawl.”

Simon sucked in a breath, then went straight to his hands and knees, crawling after me as I headed over to some of my play furniture.

It was my turn to feel conflicted as I opened a cabinet next to the ladder built into the wall at the far end of the room to reveal a large collection of floggers, canes, whips, and other impact tools. The scent of leather wafted out once the doors were open, but it wasn’t as strong as Simon’s sweet scent once he reached my side and assumed an obedient kneeling position by my feet.

I glanced at my toys, then down at Simon to try to gauge what he might like. As I’d ordered him before, his eyes were on meand not the cabinet. It was like he was telling me that whatever I wanted, he would obey.

I wasn’t sure if simply flogging him or caning his ass, like I tended to do when following the script with past omega playmates, was what either of us wanted. Simon didn’t give off pain-slut vibes. He was more of a degradation and subservience kind of submissive. The one thing about him that I was certain of was that he was highly sexual, maybe more than he even knew.

“I know what I want to see,” I said with a smile, turning back to him. “Up.”

I assisted the order by grabbing the ring in his collar and pulling him to his feet a little faster than he was ready for. That questionable balance helped him feel more dependent on me, I could tell.

I walked behind him and took the robe from his shoulders, then said, “Lift your arms.”

When he did, I swept my hands around his pert ass, up his back, then up his arms to his wrist restraints, causing him to shiver. I moved him a little, to a spot underneath a series of ropes and pulleys waited in the ceiling.

It didn’t take long at all to loosen the ropes from their holds on the wall beside us, lower them so I could attach the rings in Simon’s restraints to the clasps at the end of the ropes, then to pull the ropes up until Simon’s arms were stretched up and out to his sides. After that, I completed the picture I wanted to make by attaching a long spreader bar between his ankles.

“Didn’t I say you were a work of art?” I asked, smiling at him as he was stretched like a naked X in front of me. “You should be displayed like this all the time.”

“Yes, Master,” Simon said, smiling and far more at peace with being displayed than he was that afternoon, although I know he’d liked sitting on my desk, all messy and smelling of sex and sweetness.

“I think you need a little more decoration, though,” I said, heading over to the cabinet.

It was all in the decoration. I’d started to get a feel for that this afternoon, but the vibes I was getting off of Simon now confirmed it. Being displayed and observed was horrifically embarrassing to him, but he liked it. I had a feeling he’d liked Artemis ogling him, though that feeling was more because it meant he was serving me by suffering.

I could give him that. I took a particularly large, vibrating plug from the cabinet, along with some nipple clamps, which I concealed in my pocket for the time being, then headed back over to him.

“Let’s see how pretty we can make you look,” I said, grinning at him with what felt like a sadistic gleam in my eyes.

The way Simon sucked in a breath of anticipation told me he saw it…and liked it.

“First, I’m going to need some of this.”

I reached under his hardening cock and balls to plunge my fingers into his hole. As expected, he was already wet with slick and getting wetter. If this was the amount of slick that he produced outside of heat, I was dying to see how he gushed when he was in heat. I was just dying to see, and fuck, Simon in heat anyhow.

The fact that he’d shared his heat cycle, that he was another four months out from his next heat, and that I knew in my bones no other alpha would ever take him through heat besides me ever again, was a heavy thought in the middle of my increasing arousal.

My palm was full of slick within thirty seconds. I drew it away, then wiped the opalescent liquid over one side of Simon’s face then the other. Then I gathered more and spread it across his mouth and chin. Simon caught his breath, his cock fillingmore and more as I spread the evidence of his own arousal on his face, making him taste himself.

“Yes, that’s more like it,” I said, wiping my hand on his chest and rubbing one of his nipples as I did. “You’re so beautiful when you’re slathered in sex.”

He made an involuntary sound of arousal at my praise. Simon liked being praised as much as he loved being laid low.

“Let’s see if we can make more.”

I moved behind him and took the plug out of my pocket. It was designed for a slippery omega, which meant the head was bulbous and caused Simon to cry out a little as I stretched his hole wide to get it in. The neck was tapered, though, so once it was in place, it stayed there, even though Simon was dripping.

As soon as I turned it on, Simon jolted, then let out a moan of pleasure. His already hard cock twitched for more and beaded with precum. His eyes stayed fixed on me, though they had already gone hazy. He was fighting to maintain his focus as pleasure consumed him.

“There’s still something missing,” I said, reaching into my pocket again.

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