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“There’s my favorite Trinket!”
Mistress Syn stood in the doorway of her place, greeting me with a smile. And while it would be easy to assume that she was messing around, teasing and toying with me by calling me such a thing, the truth was she had proven time and time again that she was dead serious.
Though I didn’t consider myself worthy of such a title, it seemed that I, out of all her other Trinkets, had somehow earned her favor. As well as the perks that came along with it.
Sadistic as my Mistress could be- and both my body and my mind certainly bore the proof of that fact, she could also be quite sweet whenever the urge took her, and it appeared today was one such day.
Lucky me.
It was April the 20th, and as such, I could see a fair amount of her paraphernalia was laid out on the table in her living room. Even her choice of attire- a sheer black and green one-piece lingerie top adorned with images of marijuana leaves was perfectly chosen for the day. As well as to show off her amazing, tattooed body.
Shutting the door behind me, I watched as Mistress Syn walked over to the couch, took a seat, and then patted the spot next to her.
“Wanna smoke with me Trinket?”
My eyes widened at such a question, and I happily nodded, eager for the opportunity. I practically stumbled as I rushed over to join her, and Mistress Syn giggled at my actions. But before I even thought about taking the offered seat, she pointed at my clothes and nodded.
No words needed to be said, I knew the rules. Even if she had no plans to punish or humiliate me, I was always to be naked in her presence. A reminder of my complete and total submission to her.
Slipping off my shirt, then my pants and my boxers, I placed them in the usual spot over by the front door, then stood waiting for her approval.
Mistress Syn looked me up and down hungrily, grinning wickedly at my already hard cock. Simply being near her was more than enough to get me going, and she relished in this knowledge each and every time.
“Naughty Trinket… We’re not gonna have that sort of fun today… Now, lay down for your Mistress.”
I quickly did as she commanded, briefly taking a seat on the couch before laying down, Mistress Syn gently guiding my head to her waiting lap.
Beneath me, soft, muscular thighs acted as both a comforting pillow as well as a brutal reminder of the power they held- a power I had experienced görükle escort countless times in the past, whenever Mistress Syn had decided to crush my head between them as both punishment and reward. Where she was concerned, the two things tended to look the same after a while, and I enjoyed them both immensely.
And while many others would have likely preferred to be laying the other way were they lucky enough to find themselves in my position, with their face down and pressed against her sweet, delicious and intoxicating pussy, I knew better. Such a delicacy was a rare thing indeed, but then, so was being granted the chance to simply lay there and gaze up at my beloved Mistress in all her glory.
Staring upwards, past her lovely bosom and into her beautiful eyes- free from any of her usual demonic contacts for a change and instead filled with the soft, almost maternal look she would get whenever she decided to be kind to me. It warmed my heart like nothing else, and I marveled at her beauty.
“Good Trinket,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. Even a simple gesture like this was more than enough to elicit a moan of pleasure from me, and we hadn’t even begun.
Once she’d finished rubbing my head, Mistress Syn reached over and picked up her pipe from the coffee table, as well as a green and black metallic lighter. I’d bought it for her early on in my enslavement, and she had told me on several occasions that it, like me, was her favorite.
I watched transfixed as she lit the pipe, brought the top of it to her soft, pink, pierced lips, and took a long hit off it. Her eyes never left mine, and after a moment or two, she leaned towards me, opened her mouth ever so slightly, and released a thick plume of sweet smoke directly into my face.
Prior to my submitting to Mistress Syn, I’d never been much for pot. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, just that I’d tried smoking it several times in my life, as well as edibles, and they’d rarely if ever seemed to have any effect. For a while, I simply assumed I was immune to the devil’s weed.
In truth, I just hadn’t been taking it the proper way.
As the smoke washed over me, I made sure to breathe in as much of it as I possibly could, the mix of the weed and my Mistress’s hot breath filling my nostrils and rendering me more than a little light-headed. No other form of ingesting marijuana had ever made me feel this bursa merkez escort way, and I loved the times in which she chose to share it with me.
Once it had dissipated, I watched her light the pipe once more, bring it to her lips and inhale yet again. She shut her eyes as the smoke entered her mouth, then shut her mouth and held it inside for several seconds before opening both her eyes and lips and blasting another thick cloud at me.
Again, I took it all in with a smile, the drug working its way through my senses and making me feel so good.
As well as so very weak for my Mistress.
“Like that my love?” She asked with a smile, gazing down at my likely dopey-looking face.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied, then waited for her to take another hit.
Instead, she ran her fingers through my hair once more, gently petting my head. “I know you do Trinket… You’re such a good boy for Mistress.”
I groaned, my cock getting even harder than it’d already been upon my arrival. I loved it when she called me a ‘good boy’. Along with referring to me as her favorite, it was a surefire way to make me melt into an even bigger submissive puddle for her. Which was she Mistress Syn enjoyed calling me both- sweetly reinforcing her never-ending control over me.
“Who owns you?” She asked, her eyes moving down my body and holding back a giggle at my erection.
“You do Mistress,” I replied, meaning it with all my heart as I always did. I’d happily given her my submission, and though the consequences could occasionally be both painful and humiliating, it had been more than worth it. If I were going to be owned by anyone, I was glad it was her.
“Good Trinket,” she said, lighting up the pipe and drawing more smoke into her lungs.
A slight cough racked her frame and briefly jolted me from my position in her lap, but Mistress Syn did not allow even the slightest trace of smoke to escape her lips. While others may have been worried, I’d served her long enough to know she could handle her weed. Besides, if she needed any help, she would let me know.
Holding up a finger, she motioned to her mouth, and I prepared myself to take what she was about to offer. No sooner had I done so when she opened her mouth and let the smoke blow out, practically covering my face and rendering me unable to see her through it.
This third hit ran through me, bursa sınırsız escort and I felt even more fucked up than I had before. I was high as a kite, the mix of weed and my Mistress’s presence all I needed to reach a level of intoxication most could only dream of. And still, I longed for more. Needed more.
And Mistress Syn happily obliged.
Opening her mouth again, she released the rest of the smoke from her previous hit, but rather than blow it in my face, she turned and sent it towards my erect cock, causing my member to twitch at the unexpected attention. I groaned, and Mistress Syn grinned.
I could feel precum begin to flow from the tip, even without the slightest touch, further proof of how much control she had over me. I would probably blow my load with a word from her lips, but again, that wasn’t the sort of fun she had in mind for today. That would have to wait.
Tapping the pipe, Mistress Syn lit it one more time, then took a deep hit, practically inhaling all the remaining smoke inside. Holding it in her mouth as I watched, she kept me waiting, edging me in her own way. Seconds passed as she looked down at my desperate face, then, much to my surprise, lowered her head towards me.
Her mouth was inches from mine, and though I’d have loved to feel her lips pressed against mine, Mistress Syn was rarely if ever that affectionate towards even me. No, she had something else in mind for me.
I opened my mouth as hers nearly reached mine, and happily took in the massive amount of smoke she proceeded to blow directly into me.
The feeling of it being essentially forced into me was incredible, and I gulped breath after breath to make sure I got every trace of the sweet, tantalizing smoke into my mouth and nose and lungs. I nearly choked, but held firm, not wishing to disappoint my Mistress by losing any of the offered smoke.
And as the smoke filled me, I felt my mind grow even lighter, my precum-dripping cock grow even harder, and a smile crawled across my lips. One which was matched by Mistress Syn as she gazed down at me.
Placing the pipe and lighter back on the table, she ran her fingers through my hair once more as I lay there, good and fucked up and high as a fucking kite off the weed as well as off of her. There was simply no better drug, no sweeter addiction, than Mistress Syn.
“How do you feel Trinket?” She asked softly, and I moaned with desire.
“Like I’m yours, Mistress…”
Mistress Syn smiled, then reached down and scooped up a bit of my precum onto her finger before bringing it to my lips and sliding it in.
“You are my love… You’re mine, now and forever…”
And as I lay there in her lap, sucking on her finger and gazing up at her smiling face, I knew it was the truth.
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