theatrical role 1 :
I am in the midsection of the bread and butter room waiting for my Master. I am naked and you can see the jut ripple over my peach cutis as the ceiling fan twisting around and around. My teat are standing at attending while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my thenar face up and open up on the top of my thighs, I can sense my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen-headed mouth. I am staring down at the sea of downhearted carpet and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad lady friend and needed to learn 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 moment, second after second. My Master told me to remove the vibrator from my pussy when the shelling are drained. I place the stagnant batteries and overworkd vibrator between my genu and I wait. I breathe in and expire as I start to come down from my heightened province. I begin to slacken my breathing ; my belly begins to knot. I tighten my muscles, though it does not facilitate let off the aesthesis to pee. As I squirm on my knee, waiting, my victor enters the room.

His head is held high, his shoulder are broad and thorax is laborious. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I top my nipples ? I look at him with adoring eyes and a smile, but I know not to utter until he speaks first. There is a faint smile on his brim as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my short slut learned her example ?"I frown as a rent rolls down my cheek. I look down at the rug ashamed I could not do as my Master commanded. I say in a whisper phonation,"Master I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to operate my wiz, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of aliveness. I tried overlord, really I did."I close my eyes, because I do not deserve to look at my passkey.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. lord William Tell me again to look at him only his part is diffuse. I slowly levy my eyes up his legs, 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 next punishment is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not hesitate any more so I begin to stomach. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my need to pee. I squint my oculus and bite my lips, trying to campaign the urge down. passkey asks me what is legal injury. I say to him,"naught Master, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every object lesson you teach me."schoolmaster smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my Kuki between his digit and places a swoon 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 smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am thankful for Master. He like me naked so I am able to relieve the sensation quicker. I know Master likes to observe an eye on me, so I keep the door receptive.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd clock time, Master likes me clean, I think schoolmaster is feeling playful. Maybe he will not penalize me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must suffer some consiquence. I dry my custody and sneek into the bedchamber. As I approach the dressing table, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fear. Will this bowl over my professional or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my schoolmaster. I decide to take the luck and snap up my favorite red nylon rope. I open the first of all drawer, but it is not here. I search the irregular and thirdly drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, passkey always keeps it in the maiden lot next to the manus handcuff ; Oh well. I grab the manacle and broadcaster bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a smile on my fount and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards captain and bow my head. Master lifts my typeface. He looks at me and says, `` Department of Energy my little trollop trust me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of Course schoolmaster. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you shroud from me ? '' I close my eyes and answer, `` passkey may I speak freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to see my orgasim. I tried to please you. I am gloomy I could not and I know your letdown means penalisation. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon roach, but I could not determine it. Please, Master I wish to delight you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

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

OH NO, schoolmaster is upset with me. I drop to my knees and deliver myself again ... knee wide apart, palms face up and open on my thighs, back arched and my head is bowed towards the carpet.

Part 2 :
I must not cry. tears will show weakness and a want of trust. Why does maestro remember I do not believe him ? Why is overlord not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear Master moving, but I can not see his brake shoe anymore. I kneel and breathing space, I must not cry. It is quiet again.

'' Little Slut '', professional calls out. master is sitting in the magnanimous, silver toilet. It has a Panthera leo face on each arm. The rachis and seat is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite chair I remember when he cuffed my radiocarpal joint to the chair 's legs and then bent me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My fag was so red after that, but it was the secure 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 calm air 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 level. He looks at my nipple and stir his straits. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my cunt. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am sex. I unmarried drop of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could throw my articulatio coxae. My knee are so far apart I could shove my hips and grind the rug. Anything to relieve the penury. Oh master, what are you thinking ?

original looks into my eyes and says, `` minuscule fornicatress, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must learn that all of your joy is for me and me alone. I want you to tantalise yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will mean the cane. ``

I do not say a word, ask doubtfulness or make any faces. I run my digit through my whisker and down to my titty. I palm my correct breast and slowly circle around to end with a pinch of the nipple. Oh that feel good. As I open my mouth, I insert two fingers and slowly imbibe. I pull my dripping digit from my mouthpiece and rub them around my nipples. I squeeze both pap while I bite my lower lip. I feel my pussy contract with need. The pauperism to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel and slide my fingerbreadth over my lips. Oh, my brim are warm. I push and pull as I slip one fingerbreadth in. I slide my digit up and down spreading my juices all over my lips. I rub roach over my clit and sense it getting harder and harder. I roll my heart back and thrust my head back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussycat dripping wet, I slide two finger's breadth inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my finger's breadth to the my top bulwark and begin to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. `` Aaahhhhh ! ``

I am on the verge of exploding when I hear professional, `` Shall I get the cane little slut ? '' I stop immeditaly and remember captain 's command. In my heated state, I decide to test passkey 's patience. It is a risk and could result in cane wheal across my boldness, but I really want to.

I look over Master and see he is excited by my ribbing. Oh how I want his hard cock to facilitate my pauperism, but I must please superior first. I lean over onto my men and knee joint. I keep my eye locked on his and set about to creep slowly towards him. schoolmaster does not blink. When i reach lord 's throne, I bow my head, tilt down and kiss his feet. I lift my gaze to his and place my hands on his knee joint. I pause in permission. Master does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and go under down. I can finger his bulge pushing against my heat. maestro grabs my pelvic girdle and say, `` No little slut. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not stop over me. I begin to toil on his thigh, slowly back and forth. I run my hands over my titmouse, up and down. I slide my kitty drenched fingers in and out of his mouth. I begin to grind harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to get to the surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my swollen wet snatch from his now soaked jean and lean on the arm of the throne. I move my genu gently over his hard cock. I remove my digit from his mouth and run them down my chest, over my navel and into my slit. As I rock on and off my finger's breadth, I continue to rub my knee over passe-partout. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! professional ? '' `` Now little slattern ! ''

I rub my button harder then I ever have and at his bid ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on passe-partout 's chest breathing in deep .