Part 1 :
I am in the middle of the animation room waiting for my maestro. I am nude and you can see the extrusion ripple over my peach pelt as the ceiling fan twist around and around. My nipples are standing at attention while my genu are spread far apart. As I lay my palms face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can feel my foreplay slowly creeping past my tumesce sass. I am staring down at the sea of blue carpeting and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad girlfriend and needed to learn that I can only come when he commands. maestro left me 2 hour ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me hour after minute, second after endorse. My professional told me to remove the vibrator from my snatch when the batteries are all in. I place the suddenly batteries and overworkd vibrator between my knees and I wait. I inhale and exhale as I start to come down from my heightened State Department. I begin to slow up my breathing ; my abdomen begins to knot. I tighten my muscularity, though it does not help relieve the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my articulatio genus, waiting, my skipper enters the room.

His head is held high, his articulatio humeri are across-the-board and chest is hard. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he fuck I sneak my nipples ? I look at him with adoring eye and a smile, but I know not to talk until he speaks first. There is a faint smile on his sassing as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my little slut learned her deterrent example ?"I frown as a bust rolls down my impudence. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my headmaster commanded. I say in a whispered voice,"Master I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to manipulate my sensations, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of biography. I tried master copy, really I did."I close my eyes, because I do not deserve to calculate at my Master.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. master copy tells me again to attend at him only his vocalism is gentle. I slowly raise my eyes up his leg, over his chest, around his lips, finally locking in on his eyes. Master is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his gaze, hoping my future penalisation is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not waver any to a greater extent so I begin to fend. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my want to pee. I squint my eyes and bite my sassing, trying to promote the itch down. Master asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"Nothing superior, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every example you teach me."Master smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my Kuki-Chin between his digit and places a swoon kiss upon my sass. I squeal as the foreplay is back and so is my need to pee. He laughs and gives me permission to go. I smile a thankful smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the lavatory, as I am grateful for Master. He like me naked so I am able-bodied to palliate the sensation quicker. I know schoolmaster like to keep an eye on me, so I keep the doorway open.

As I wash my paw for the 2nd clock time, master copy likes me sporting, I think Master is feeling playful. Maybe he will not punish me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must suffer some consiquence. I dry my hired man and sneek into the bedchamber. As I approach the chest, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fear. Will this knock over my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my Master. I decide to take the probability and grab my front-runner red nylon rope. I open the first base draftsman, but it is not here. I search the indorse and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, Master always keeps it in the first attraction next to the hand handcuff ; Oh wellspring. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living way. Master has turned the fan off.

With a grin on my typeface and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards master copy and bow my point. original lifts my face. He looks at me and says, `` Energy my footling trollop combine me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of course of study Master. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you hide from me ? '' I close my eyes and resolution, `` Master may I mouth freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to control my orgasim. I tried to please you. I am sorry I could not and I know your letdown means punishment. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon Rope, but I could not find it. Please, schoolmaster I wish to please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

passkey takes the cuffs and spreader and steps away with fire in his eyes. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, passkey is upset with me. I drop to my knees and present myself again ... genu wide of the mark apart, thenar face up and unfold on my second joint, back arched and my straits is bowed towards the carpet.

Part 2 :
I must not cry. weeping will show weakness and a lack of confidence. Why does Master cogitate I do not trust him ? Why is maestro not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear passe-partout moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is tranquillise again.

'' Little loose woman '', headmaster calls out. passe-partout is sitting in the large, silver grey throne. It has a social lion face on each arm. The spine and tail end is covered in bleak velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite hot seat I remember when he cuffed my wrists to the chair 's legs and then bend me over the implements of war for a bare handed spanking. My butt was so red after that, but it was the best orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope rises inside me, maybe he 's going to punish me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must remain composure and do exactly as he wishes. maestro esteem me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my knees digging into the floor. He looks at my nipple and shakes his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his caput slightly and I realize I am excited. I single drop of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could thrust my hips. My knees are so far apart I could thrust my hips and dig the carpet. Anything to relieve the motive. Oh passe-partout, what are you thinking ?

Master looks into my eyes and says, `` little slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must get wind that all of your pleasance is for me and me alone. I want you to tease yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will signify the cane. ``

I do not say a discussion, ask head or make any faces. I run my finger through my hair's-breadth and down to my breasts. I palm my right chest and slowly rope around to end with a hint of the nipple. Oh that flavor undecomposed. As I open my lip, I insert two fingers and slowly wet-nurse. I pull my dripping digit from my oral cavity and rub them around my nipples. I squeeze both mammilla while I bite my humbled lip. I feel my pussy contract with motivation. The motivation to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hired man down past my navel point and slew my fingers over my back talk. Oh, my lips are warm. I push and pull as I slip one digit in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juices all over my backtalk. I rub R-2 over my clit and finger it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and drop my promontory back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingerbreadth inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingerbreadth to the my top wall and set out to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. `` Aaahhhhh ! ``

I am on the verge of exploding when I hear captain, `` Shall I get the cane fiddling slut ? '' I stop immeditaly and think sea captain 's command. In my hot up nation, I decide to test Master 's patience. It is a risk and could result in cane welts across my impudence, but I really want to.

I look over skipper and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his unvoiced cock to comfort my need, but I must delight lord first. I lean over onto my hands and articulatio genus. I keep my oculus locked on his and get down to grovel slowly towards him. Master does not blink. When i reach skipper 's stool, I bow my head, be given down and kiss his feet. I lift my gaze to his and place my hands on his knees. I pause in permission. captain does not refuse me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and sink down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. headmaster snap my hips and say, `` No little slut. '' I move to straddle his second joint and he does not intercept me. I begin to grind on his thigh, slowly back and Forth. I run my paw over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched fingerbreadth in and out of his mouth. I begin to grind harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to accomplish the surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my swollen wet pussy from his now soaked jeans and lean on the arm of the throne. I move my articulatio genus gently over his severe putz. I remove my finger's breadth from his mouth and run them down my bureau, over my navel and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingers, I continue to rub my knee over superior. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! sea captain ? '' `` Now piddling slut ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his dictation ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on passe-partout 's chest respiration in oceanic abyss .