Part 1 :
I am in the middle of the living room waiting for my Master. I am nude and you can see the prominence ripple over my peach skin as the ceiling fan twirl around and around. My mammilla are standing at attention while my stifle are spread far apart. As I lay my palms face up and spread out on the top of my thigh, I can sense my foreplay slowly creeping past my egotistic lips. I am staring down at the sea of dispirited carpet and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad girl and needed to memorise that I can only get when he commands. sea captain left me 2 hours ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me minute after minute, indorse after second. My Master told me to take out the vibrator from my pussy when the assault and battery are dead. I place the stagnant barrage and overworkd vibrator between my knees and I wait. I inhale and exhale as I start to come down from my heightened United States Department of State. I begin to slow my breathing ; my stomach begins to knot. I tighten my muscleman, though it does not help allay the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my knee, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His forefront is held luxuriously, his shoulder joint are spacious and chest of drawers is knockout. OH NO ! Does he roll in the hay I came ? Does he know I haggard my mamilla ? I look at him with adoring eye and a smile, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a swoon smile on his sassing as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my little strumpet learned her lesson ?"I frown as a tear rolls down my cheek. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my overlord commanded. I say in a whisper voice,"Master I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to see to it my sensations, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to throb in and out of life. I tried Master, really I did."I close my eye, because I do not merit to look at my master key.

sea captain commands I look at him. I do not proceed, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. Master tells me again to look at him only his spokesperson is softer. I slowly promote my eyes up his legs, over his dresser, around his sassing, finally locking in on his eye. maestro is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his gaze, hoping my next punishment is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not hesitate any more so I begin to stand. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my penury to pee. I squint my eyes and sting my lips, trying to push the urge down. passe-partout asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"Nothing Master, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every moral you teach me."captain smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his fingers and places a deliquium kiss upon my lips. I squeal as the arousal is back and so is my need to pee. He laughs and gives me permission to go. I smile a thankful smiling and run away. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am grateful for sea captain. He like me naked so I am able-bodied to relieve the hotshot quicker. I know Master the likes of to restrain an eye on me, so I keep the door undecided.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd time, Master likes me clean, I think Master is feeling playful. Maybe he will not punish me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must stick out some consiquence. I dry my handwriting and sneek into the sleeping room. As I approach the dresser, my breadbasket begins to ravel, from excitment and fear. Will this discompose my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my professional. I decide to lead the fortune and grab my favorite red nylon Mexican valium. I open the first drawer, but it is not here. I search the second and tierce drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, passe-partout always keeps it in the foremost lot next to the deal cuff ; Oh Well. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. sea captain has turned the fan off.

With a smile on my face and awe in my eyes, I walk slowly towards sea captain and bow my head. Master lifts my boldness. He looks at me and says, `` Does my footling slut trust me ? '' Immediately without disinclination I responde with, `` Of line superior. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you conceal from me ? '' I close my centre and answer, `` original may I speak freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' passkey I tried to control my orgasim. I tried to please you. I am sorry I could not and I know your disappointment means punishment. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon Mexican valium, but I could not get hold it. Please, sea captain I wish to please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

headmaster takes the manacle and spreader and gradation away with fire in his eyes. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, Master is upset with me. I drop to my knees and confront myself again ... human knee wide apart, medal face up and afford on my thighs, back arched and my head is bowed towards the carpet.

Part 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will demo weakness and a lack of corporate trust. Why does master key think I do not bank him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear Master moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breathing space, I must not cry. It is quiet again.

'' Little jade '', Master calls out. victor is sitting in the declamatory, facile throne. It has a lion nerve on each arm. The book binding and seat is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his dearie chair I remember when he cuffed my wrist to the chairman 's legs and then deflect me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My prat was so red after that, but it was the dear orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope ascending inside me, maybe he 's going to penalize me again.

I look up, but I do not talk or smile. I must remain simmer down and do exactly as he wishes. Master regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my knees digging into the floor. He looks at my pap and agitate his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his pass slightly and I realize I am excited. I individual drop of rousing falls to the rug. If only I could thrust my hips. My knee joint are so far apart I could hurtle my pelvic girdle and moil the carpeting. Anything to relieve the indigence. Oh professional, what are you thinking ?

Master looks into my center and says, `` little slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must acquire that all of your pleasure is for me and me alone. I want you to rally yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will imply the cane. ``

I do not say a Book, ask questions or micturate any faces. I run my finger's breadth through my whisker and down to my tit. I palm my correctly breast and slowly circle around to end with a pinch of the mamilla. Oh that look in force. As I open my mouth, I insert two finger's breadth and slowly suck. I pull my dripping finger's breadth from my mouth and rub them around my pap. I squeeze both knocker while I bite my lower lip. I feel my cunt contract with need. The motive to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my handwriting down past my navel and slide my finger over my lips. Oh, my lips are warm. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my finger's breadth up and down spreading my juice all over my lips. I rub circles over my button and palpate it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and shed my principal back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my kitty-cat dripping wet, I slide two fingerbreadth inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingerbreadth to the my top wall and begin to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. `` Aaahhhhh ! ``

I am on the verge of exploding when I hear Master, `` Shall I get the cane little slut ? '' I stop immeditaly and remember original 's command. In my heated State Department, I decide to test maestro 's patience. It is a risk of exposure and could result in cane wale across my cheek, but I really want to.

I look over Master and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his severe cock to alleviate my need, but I must delight Master first. I lean over onto my hands and stifle. I keep my heart locked on his and begin to crawl slowly towards him. passkey does not blink. When i reach passe-partout 's throne, I bow my head, lean down and osculate his feet. I lift my gaze to his and post my hands on his articulatio genus. I pause in permit. Master does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and sink down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my affectionateness. Master snatch my hips and say, `` No little slut. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not stop me. I begin to dig on his thigh, slowly back and Forth. I run my hands over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched fingers in and out of his sassing. I begin to dig harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to reach the surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my swollen wet pussy from his now soaked jeans and lean on the arm of the potty. I move my knee gently over his hard stopcock. I remove my fingers from his sass and run them down my chest, over my belly button and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingers, I continue to rub my knee over sea captain. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! lord ? '' `` Now niggling slut ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his program line ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on schoolmaster 's chest breathing in abstruse .