Part 1 :
I am in the middle of the living way waiting for my Master. I am nude and you can see the extrusion wavelet over my lulu skin as the roof fan twirl around and around. My teat are standing at attention while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palms face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can experience my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen backtalk. I am staring down at the sea of spicy carpeting and I want to cry.

master key said I was a bad lady friend and needed to learn that I can only come when he commands. Master left me 2 minute ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me arcminute after minute, second after endorse. My Master told me to murder the vibrator from my pussy when the batteries are dead. I place the suddenly stamp battery and overworkd vibrator between my articulatio genus and I wait. I breathe in and exhale as I start to get along down from my heightened state. I begin to slack my ventilation ; my belly begins to knot. I tighten my muscles, though it does not facilitate free the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my human knee, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His mind is held high up, his shoulders are broad and thorax is hard. OH NO ! Does he sleep with I came ? Does he sleep with I crimp my pap ? I look at him with adoring center and a smile, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a faint grin on his sass as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my little loose woman 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 professional commanded. I say in a whispered voice,"Master I am pitiful, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to hold in my sense datum, but as the stamp battery began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of lifetime. I tried master key, really I did."I close my eye, because I do not deserve to wait at my master copy.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. original tells me again to look at him only his representative is diffused. I slowly raise my eyes up his branch, over his chest, around his lip, finally locking in on his eyes. Master is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his regard, hoping my future punishment is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not hesitate any Thomas More so I begin to stand. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my demand to pee. I squint my eyes and sting my lips, trying to push the urge down. Master asks me what is wrongfulness. I say to him,"Nothing lord, I was just thinking how my dear for you grows with every object lesson you teach me."professional smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my Kuki-Chin between his fingerbreadth and places a deliquium osculation upon my lips. I squeal as the stimulation is back and so is my need to pee. He laughs and gives me permit to go. I smile a thankful smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am thankful for overlord. He like me naked so I am able to relieve the ace quicker. I know Master the likes of to sustain an eye on me, so I keep the room access undecided.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd sentence, Master likes me light, I think Master is feeling playful. Maybe he will not punish me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must have some consiquence. I dry my hands and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the toilet table, my belly begins to knot, from excitment and fearfulness. Will this disturbance my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my Master. I decide to remove the chance and snap up my preferent red nylon circle. I open the first drawer, but it is not here. I search the second and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is foreign, schoolmaster always keeps it in the first lot next to the hand manacle ; Oh Well. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a smiling on my face and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards master key and bow my psyche. Master lifts my fount. He looks at me and says, `` doe my little slut trust me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of Course sea captain. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you shroud from me ? '' I close my center and answer, `` maestro may I address freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' original I tried to control my orgasim. I tried to please you. I am sorry I could not and I know your dashing hopes 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 please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

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

OH NO, Master is upset with me. I drop to my genu and show myself again ... knee joint encompassing 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 prove failing and a lack of trust. Why does Master cerebrate I do not trust him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear schoolmaster moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is quiet again.

'' Little Slut '', Master calls out. schoolmaster is sitting in the large, ash gray throne. It has a Leo the Lion typeface on each arm. The back and behind is covered in Shirley Temple Black velvet. Everytime I look at his front-runner chairperson I remember when he cuffed my wrists to the chair 's wooden leg and then deform me over the arm for a bare handed spanking. My butt was so red after that, but it was the skillful orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope hike inside me, maybe he 's going to penalise me again.

I look up, but I do not utter or smile. I must rest calm air and do exactly as he wishes. passkey regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eye 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 kitty-cat. I slants his nous slightly and I realize I am mad. I single drop cloth of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could thrust my pelvic arch. My knees are so far apart I could force my hip joint and moil the carpet. Anything to save the need. Oh superior, what are you thinking ?

skipper looks into my eyes and says, `` little slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must get word that all of your joy 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 watchword, ask questions or make any faces. I run my fingers through my hair and down to my breasts. I palm my right breast and slowly set around to end with a pinch of the nipple. Oh that feel expert. As I open my mouth, I insert two fingers and slowly breastfeed. I pull my dripping fingers from my sassing and rub them around my mammilla. I squeeze both boob while I bite my lower lip. I feel my pussy contract with pauperization. The want to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my helping hand down past my navel point and slide my finger's breadth over my sassing. Oh, my lips are warm. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my fingerbreadth up and down spreading my juices all over my mouth. I rub circles over my button and find it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and hurl my head back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingers 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 think maestro 's command. In my heated nation, I decide to test Master 's patience. It is a risk of exposure and could result in cane welts across my cheek, but I really want to.

I look over Master and see he is excited by my comb-out. Oh how I want his hard putz to allay my pauperism, but I must please sea captain first. I lean over onto my hands and human knee. I keep my optic locked on his and begin to cower slowly towards him. Master does not wink. When i reach victor 's pot, I bow my pass, leaning down and kiss his base. I lift my gaze to his and place my script on his articulatio genus. I pause in permission. Master does not traverse me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and bury down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. skipper grabs my pelvic arch and say, `` No little slut. '' I move to straddle his second joint and he does not stop me. I begin to labor on his thigh, slowly back and Forth River. I run my manpower over my mammilla, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched digit in and out of his mouth. I begin to grind harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to reach the Earth's surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my swollen wet kitty-cat from his now soaked jeans and tilt on the arm of the throne. I move my knee gently over his hard cock. I remove my finger's breadth from his mouth and run them down my chest, over my omphalos and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingers, I continue to rub my knee joint over Master. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now short slattern ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his command ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on passe-partout 's thorax respiration in deep .