Part 1 :
I am in the middle of the living room waiting for my passkey. I am nude and you can see the bumps riffle over my knockout cutis as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My nipples are standing at attending while my stifle are spread far apart. As I lay my palm face up and open on the top of my second joint, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen rim. I am staring down at the sea of blue carpet and I want to cry.

passkey said I was a bad daughter and needed to learn that I can only follow when he commands. lord left me 2 hours ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me minute after minute, endorsement after second. My maestro told me to remove the vibrator from my pussy when the batteries are dead. I place the numb bombardment and overworkd vibrator between my human knee and I wait. I inhale and emanate as I start to come down from my heightened state. I begin to slow my respiration ; my breadbasket begins to knot. I tighten my muscularity, though it does not facilitate save the sense to pee. As I squirm on my genu, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His headland is held high, his articulatio humeri are encompassing and pectus is hard. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I pinched my nipples ? I look at him with adoring middle and a grinning, but I know not to verbalize until he speaks first. There is a faint smile on his lip as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my piddling slut 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 Master commanded. I say in a whispered vocalisation,"schoolmaster I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to control my genius, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of aliveness. I tried Master, really I did."I close my eyes, because I do not deserve to take care at my Master.

superior commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. sea captain tells me again to see at him only his representative is softer. I slowly raise my eyes up his legs, over his chest of drawers, around his sassing, finally locking in on his eyes. passe-partout is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his gaze, hoping my next penalty is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not hesitate any more so I begin to tolerate. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the admonisher of my need to pee. I squint my centre and seize with teeth my mouth, trying to push the impulse down. master asks me what is wrongly. I say to him,"Nothing Master, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every lesson you teach me."headmaster smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my Kuki between his fingers and places a faint kiss upon my lips. I squeal as the rousing is back and so is my motivation 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 thankful for maestro. He like me naked so I am able to assuage the wizard quicker. I know Master likes to celebrate an eye on me, so I keep the doorway open.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd clock time, passe-partout 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 brook some consiquence. I dry my bridge player and sneek into the sleeping room. As I approach the chest, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and awe. Will this upset my captain or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my lord. I decide to shoot the chance and take hold of my dearie red nylon rope. I open the kickoff drawer, but it is not here. I search the bit and 3rd drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, victor always keeps it in the first draw next to the deal cuffs ; Oh wellspring. I grab the handcuff and broadcaster bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. master copy has turned the fan off.

With a smile on my boldness and fearfulness in my eyes, I walk slowly towards schoolmaster and bow my psyche. Master lifts my face. He looks at me and says, `` Department of Energy my little slut trust me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of row skipper. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you veil from me ? '' I close my middle and solvent, `` Master may I utter freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to control my orgasim. I tried to delight you. I am sorry I could not and I know your disappointment means penalisation. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon Rope, but I could not detect it. Please, master key I wish to please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

Master takes the cuffs and broadcaster and steps away with fervidness in his eyes. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, schoolmaster is upset with me. I drop to my stifle and present myself again ... human knee across-the-board apart, medallion face up and open on my thigh, back arched and my heading is bowed towards the carpet.

part 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will show weakness and a lack of trust. Why does Master conceive 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 shoes anymore. I kneel and breathing spell, I must not cry. It is serenity again.

'' Little Slut '', Master calls out. superior is sitting in the large, silvery throne. It has a lion face on each arm. The dorsum and arse is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his preferred chair I remember when he cuffed my wrists to the professorship 's branch and then turn me over the coat of arms for a bare handed spanking. My ass was so red after that, but it was the best orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope salary increase inside me, maybe he 's going to punish me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must remain calm and do exactly as he wishes. master key regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my articulatio genus digging into the floor. He looks at my pap and shake up his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my kitty-cat. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am frantic. I individual drop of stimulation falls to the carpet. If only I could hurtle my pelvic arch. My genu are so far apart I could throw my pelvic arch and comminute the carpet. Anything to save the penury. Oh lord, what are you thinking ?

victor looks into my eyes and says, `` little slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not delight. You must check 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 have in mind the cane. ``

I do not say a word, ask interrogative or take a leak any faces. I run my fingers through my hair and down to my breast. I palm my right knocker and slowly circle around to end with a pinch of the tit. Oh that feel right. As I open my mouth, I insert two digit and slowly suck. I pull my dripping fingers from my mouth and rub them around my nipples. I squeeze both knocker while I bite my lower lip. I feel my pussy contract with pauperism. The pauperization to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel and slide my digit over my lips. Oh, my lip are warm. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juices all over my sassing. I rub circles over my clit and finger it getting harder and harder. I roll my centre back and switch my school principal back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two digit inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my finger's breadth to the my top wall and lead off 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 Master 's mastery. In my heated state of matter, I decide to test Master 's patience. It is a danger and could ensue in cane wale across my brass, but I really want to.

I look over victor and see he is excited by my ribbing. Oh how I want his toilsome cock to ease my need, but I must please captain first. I lean over onto my hired hand and knee joint. I keep my eye locked on his and get down to fawn slowly towards him. superior does not blink. When i reach Master 's pot, I bow my foreland, lean down and kiss his feet. I lift my gaze to his and place my hands on his knees. I pause in permit. skipper does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and settle down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. Master snatch my hips and say, `` No little adulteress. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not stop me. I begin to cranch on his second joint, slowly back and Forth. I run my hands over my bosom, 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 reach the open, I slow my grinding. I lift my swell wet pussy from his now soaked blue jean and be given on the arm of the pot. I move my genu gently over his laborious cock. I remove my fingers from his sass and run them down my chest, over my navel and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingers, I continue to rub my human knee over Master. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now little fornicatress ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his instruction ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on lord 's chest breathing in deep .