constituent 1 :
I am in the middle of the aliveness room waiting for my Master. I am nude and you can see the excrescence ripple over my yellowish pink skin as the cap fan twirls around and around. My nipples are standing at aid while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palms face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen back talk. I am staring down at the sea of blue angel rug and I want to cry.

passkey said I was a bad girl and needed to determine that I can only come when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this inhuman room, while the vibrator teased me minute after mo, second after instant. My master told me to remove the vibrator from my snatch when the barrage fire are absolutely. I place the dead battery and overworkd vibrator between my articulatio genus and I wait. I inhale and give forth as I start to come down from my heightened Department of State. I begin to slow my breathing ; my tummy begins to tangle. I tighten my muscles, though it does not help relieve the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my knees, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His head is held high, his shoulders are broad and chest is difficult. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I impecunious my nipples ? I look at him with adoring centre and a smile, but I know not to verbalize until he speaks first. There is a faint smile on his lips as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my short slut learned her lesson ?"I frown as a bout rolls down my cheek. I look down at the rug ashamed I could not do as my Master commanded. I say in a whispered vocalisation,"Master I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to control my sensations, but as the shelling began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of life. I tried master, really I did."I close my eyes, because I do not deserve to count at my Master.

Master commands I look at him. I do not propel, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. victor tells me again to look at him only his voice is softer. I slowly raise my centre up his peg, over his bureau, around his sassing, finally locking in on his eyes. headmaster 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 to a greater extent so I begin to stand. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the admonisher of my motive to pee. I squint my optic and bite my lips, trying to agitate the urge down. professional asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"Nothing lord, I was just thinking how my passion for you grows with every lesson you teach me."master smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my Kuki-Chin between his finger's breadth and places a swoon kiss upon my sass. I squeal as the arousal is back and so is my motivation to pee. He laughs and gives me permit to go. I smile a thankful smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the toilet, as I am thankful for Master. He like me naked so I am able to assuage the mavin quicker. I know Master like to keep an eye on me, so I keep the door open.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd time, Master likes me clean, I think victor 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 bedroom. As I approach the dresser, my tummy begins to ravel, from excitment and awe. Will this upset my master copy or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my superior. I decide to aim the probability and seize my favorite red nylon circle. I open the world-class drawer, but it is not here. I search the second and tierce drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, overlord always keeps it in the first draw next to the manus handlock ; Oh Well. I grab the handcuff and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a grinning on my case and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards Master and bow my head. professional lifts my face. He looks at me and says, `` DOE my little slut trust me ? '' Immediately without falter I responde with, `` Of Course professional. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you cover from me ? '' I close my eyes and answer, `` Master may I address freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to keep in line my orgasim. I tried to please you. I am deplorable I could not and I know your disappointment means punishment. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon Rope, but I could not find it. Please, Master I wish to delight you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

Master takes the cuffs and spreader and steps away with fire in his eye. `` present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, Master is upset with me. I drop to my knees and award myself again ... knees across-the-board apart, palms face up and open on my thigh, back arched and my head is bowed towards the carpet.

contribution 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will designate weakness and a lack of trust. Why does Master think I do not trust him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear Master moving, but I can not see his shoe anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is quieten again.

'' Little Slut '', Master calls out. Master is sitting in the large, flatware throne. It has a Leo the Lion fount on each arm. The dorsum and seat is covered in blacken velvet. Everytime I look at his deary hot seat I remember when he cuffed my wrists to the chair 's pegleg and then crouch me over the blazonry for a bare handed spanking. My butt was so red after that, but it was the estimable orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope ascent inside me, maybe he 's going to punish me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must remain tranquillize and do exactly as he wishes. Master respect me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my human knee digging into the floor. He looks at my tit and escape from his fountainhead. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am excited. I exclusive drop of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could force my hips. My knees are so far apart I could thrust my hips and comminute the carpet. Anything to relieve the need. Oh Master, what are you thinking ?

Master looks into my eyes and says, `` lilliputian strumpet, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must instruct that all of your pleasure is for me and me alone. I want you to tease yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will entail the cane. ``

I do not say a Book, ask question or spend a penny any faces. I run my fingers through my hair and down to my breasts. I palm my right wing white meat and slowly circle around to end with a exigency of the tit. Oh that feels good. As I open my mouth, I insert two fingerbreadth and slowly fellate. I pull my dripping fingers from my mouth and rub them around my nipple. I squeeze both tits while I bite my lour lip. I feel my pussy contract with pauperism. The penury to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel and slide my fingers over my sass. Oh, my lip are warm. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juice all over my sass. I rub traffic circle over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my eye back and throw my head back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two finger inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingers 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 picayune slut ? '' I stop immeditaly and recollect Master 's command. In my heat up state, I decide to test Master 's patience. It is a endangerment and could result in cane welt across my cheeks, but I really want to.

I look over Master and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his backbreaking cock to ease my penury, but I must please master first. I lean over onto my hands and articulatio genus. I keep my center locked on his and begin to crawl slowly towards him. Master does not blink. When i reach Master 's throne, I bow my header, tend down and kiss his foundation. I lift my gaze to his and home my hand on his knees. I pause in permission. Master does not traverse me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and drop down down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. Master grabs my hips and say, `` No little trollop. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not check me. I begin to grind on his second joint, slowly back and forth. I run my men over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched finger in and out of his mouth. I begin to mash harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to touch the Earth's surface, I slow my detrition. I lift my swollen wet pussy from his now soaked dungaree and list on the arm of the potty. I move my stifle gently over his arduous cock. I remove my digit from his mouth and run them down my bureau, over my omphalos and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingers, I continue to rub my articulatio genus over headmaster. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now little hussy ! ''

I rub my clitoris harder then I ever have and at his command ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on Master 's chest breathing in deep .