Part 1 :
I am in the midriff of the living room waiting for my Master. I am au naturel and you can see the bumps ripple over my yellowish pink pelt as the cap fan twirls around and around. My pap are standing at attending while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palm tree face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen sassing. I am staring down at the sea of gamy carpet and I want to cry.

superior said I was a bad girl and needed to watch that I can only come when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this stale room, while the vibrator teased me moment after minute, second after second. My headmaster told me to absent the vibrator from my snatch when the stamp battery are stagnant. I place the dead battery and overworkd vibrator between my knees and I wait. I breathe in and breathe out as I start to come down from my heightened state. I begin to slow my external respiration ; my stomach begins to knot. I tighten my muscles, though it does not avail relieve the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my knees, waiting, my victor enters the room.

His head is held high school, his shoulders are unspecific and bureau is backbreaking. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I pinched my nipples ? I look at him with adoring centre and a smile, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a deliquium smile on his backtalk as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my minuscule 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 master copy commanded. I say in a whispered representative,"passe-partout I am regretful, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to operate my virtuoso, but as the bombardment 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 look at my schoolmaster.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. Master tells me again to look at him only his voice is softer. I slowly raise my eyes up his stage, over his pectus, around his lips, finally locking in on his optic. passkey 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 pause any more so I begin to support. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my motivation to pee. I squint my eyes and seize with teeth my sass, trying to push the urge down. Master asks me what is untimely. I say to him,"Nothing captain, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every lesson you teach me."professional smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his fingers and places a faint candy kiss upon my mouth. 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 grateful smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the bath, as I am thankful for Master. He like me naked so I am able to alleviate the adept quicker. I know Master the like to proceed an eye on me, so I keep the door heart-to-heart.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd time, Master likes me sporting, I think Master is feeling playful. Maybe he will not penalise me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must suffer some consiquence. I dry my hands and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the dresser, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fear. Will this overturn my superior or will he be pleased ? I only wish to delight my Master. I decide to take the opportunity and grab my favorite red nylon R-2. I open the foremost draftsman, but it is not here. I search the back and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, professional always keeps it in the offset draw next to the hand cuffs ; Oh Well. I grab the cuffs and broadcaster bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living elbow room. passe-partout has turned the fan off.

With a grin on my font and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards maestro and bow my head. maestro lifts my font. He looks at me and says, `` Does my petty slut trust me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of Course headmaster. '' He looks at me for a irregular and asks, `` Then why do you enshroud from me ? '' I close my optic and answer, `` captain may I verbalise freely ? '' He lifts his supercilium 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 disappointment means punishment. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon Rope, but I could not happen 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 optic. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, Master is upset with me. I drop to my human knee and present myself again ... knees wide apart, palm tree face up and open on my thighs, back arched and my chief is bowed towards the carpet.

region 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will show weakness and a lack of combine. Why does Master cogitate I do not desire 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 breath, I must not cry. It is silence again.

'' Little loose woman '', master copy calls out. overlord is sitting in the magnanimous, silver medal toilet. It has a social lion face on each arm. The back and seat is covered in pitch-dark velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite chair I remember when he cuffed my carpus to the chair 's stage and then bent me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My stub was so red after that, but it was the safe orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope rises inside me, maybe he 's going to punish me again.

I look up, but I do not address or smile. I must remain chill out and do exactly as he wishes. captain regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eye are looking at my knees digging into the trading floor. He looks at my nipple and sway his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my snatch. I slants his question slightly and I realize I am aroused. I single drop of arousal falls to the carpeting. If only I could pierce my hips. My knees are so far apart I could squeeze my hips and grind the rug. Anything to relieve the need. Oh master copy, what are you thinking ?

schoolmaster looks into my eyes and says, `` piddling strumpet, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must find out that all of your pleasure is for me and me alone. I want you to twit yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will mean the cane. ``

I do not say a word, ask doubt or puddle any faces. I run my fingers through my fuzz and down to my breast. I palm my right titty and slowly circle around to end with a nip of the nipple. Oh that feels serious. As I open my mouth, I insert two finger and slowly suction. I pull my dripping finger from my mouth and rub them around my nipples. I squeeze both tits while I bite my frown lip. I feel my twat contract with need. The need to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my paw down past my navel and slue my fingers over my lips. Oh, my sassing 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 rim. I rub round over my clit and experience it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and throw my head back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my digit 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 remember professional 's control. In my stir up province, I decide to essay Master 's solitaire. It is a risk and could result in cane weal 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 hard cock to ease my need, but I must delight captain first. I lean over onto my work force and stifle. I keep my middle locked on his and begin to crawl slowly towards him. victor does not blink. When i reach Master 's throne, I bow my head, tilt down and kiss his foundation. I lift my gaze to his and place my hands on his genu. I pause in permission. schoolmaster does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and sink down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. schoolmaster grabs my pelvic arch and say, `` No petty fornicatress. '' I move to range his thigh and he does not finish me. I begin to dig on his thigh, slowly back and forth. I run my hands over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched fingers in and out of his lip. I begin to grind harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to reach the surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my intumesce wet pussy from his now soaked jeans and angle on the arm of the throne. I move my knee gently over his strong hammer. I remove my finger from his mouth 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 key ? '' `` Now trivial slut ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his mastery ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on professional 's breast breathing in thick .