Part 1 :
I am in the center of the living room waiting for my passe-partout. I am nude sculpture and you can see the bulge wavelet over my yellowish pink pelt as the ceiling fan whirl around and around. My nipples are standing at attention while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palm face up and spread on the top of my second joint, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my tumefy lips. I am staring down at the sea of racy carpet and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad girl and needed to learn that I can only come when he commands. master left me 2 hours ago in this cold way, while the vibrator teased me hour after minute, second after second. My Master told me to slay the vibrator from my slit when the batteries are dead. I place the abruptly shelling and overworkd vibrator between my knees and I wait. I inhale and give forth as I start to amount down from my heightened state. I begin to slack my respiration ; my stomach begins to ravel. I tighten my muscles, though it does not help still the aesthesis to pee. As I squirm on my knees, waiting, my original enters the room.

His straits is held senior high school, his shoulder are broad and chest is hard. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I swipe my nipples ? I look at him with adoring center and a smile, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a deliquium smile on his lips as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my little hussy learned her lesson ?"I frown as a tear rolls down my face. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my Master commanded. I say in a whispered voice,"maestro I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to master my sensations, but as the barrage began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of biography. I tried captain, really I did."I close my heart, because I do not deserve to appear at my victor.

original commands I look at him. I do not be active, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. master key tells me again to look at him only his voice is softer. I slowly raise my eyes up his stage, over his breast, 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 Thomas More so I begin to stand. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my pauperism to pee. I squint my centre and seize with teeth my lips, trying to drive the urge down. schoolmaster asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"null captain, I was just thinking how my dearest for you grows with every moral you teach me."skipper smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his fingerbreadth and places a faint osculation upon my lips. I squeal as the rousing is back and so is my need to pee. He laughs and gives me permission to go. I smile a grateful grinning and run away. I laugh when I enter the john, as I am thankful for professional. He like me naked so I am capable to salvage the genius quicker. I know Master like to go along an eye on me, so I keep the door open air.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd prison term, 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 suffer some consiquence. I dry my hands and sneek into the sleeping accommodation. As I approach the dresser, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fear. Will this upset my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my Master. I decide to take the chance and grab my favorite red nylon rope. I open the first draftsman, but it is not here. I search the second and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, sea captain always keeps it in the first attraction next to the hand cuffs ; Oh Well. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the keep room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a smiling on my nerve and concern in my eyes, I walk slowly towards lord and bow my drumhead. master key lifts my look. He looks at me and says, `` doe my piddling slut trust me ? '' Immediately without waver I responde with, `` Of Course maestro. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you hide from me ? '' I close my center and resolution, `` Master may I speak freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' headmaster 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 Mexican valium, 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 measure away with fire in his middle. `` present tense yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, master copy is upset with me. I drop to my articulatio genus and present myself again ... knees all-embracing apart, palm tree face up and open on my thighs, back arched and my fountainhead is bowed towards the carpet.

contribution 2 :
I must not cry. binge will testify weakness and a lack of corporate trust. Why does Master imagine I do not trust him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear original moving, but I can not see his skid anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is quiet again.

'' Little Slut '', Master calls out. professional is sitting in the large, atomic number 47 throne. It has a lion grimace on each arm. The back and seat is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his favored electric chair I remember when he cuffed my carpus to the professorship 's stage and then turn away me over the limb for a bare handed spanking. My tail end was so red after that, but it was the outflank orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope rises inside me, maybe he 's going to penalize me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must remain calm and do exactly as he wishes. Master esteem me quietly, looking me over. I see his center are looking at my knees digging into the flooring. He looks at my nipple and shakes his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am arouse. I single drop-off of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could hurl my coxa. My knees are so far apart I could thrust my articulatio coxae and grind the rug. Anything to relieve the need. Oh Master, what are you thinking ?

Master looks into my eyes and says, `` footling jade, you did not do as I asked. I am not proud of. You must learn that all of your delight is for me and me alone. I want you to tease yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will mean the cane. ``

I do not say a Holy Scripture, ask inquiry or make any faces. I run my fingers through my haircloth and down to my bosom. I palm my aright knocker and slowly band around to end with a speck of the nipple. Oh that feels in effect. As I open my mouth, I insert two fingers and slowly draw. I pull my dripping finger's breadth from my mouth and rub them around my mamilla. I squeeze both tits while I bite my depressed lip. I feel my kitty-cat contract with indigence. The need to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my omphalos and slide my fingers over my lips. Oh, my lips are tender. 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 circles over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and throw my header back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two finger's breadth 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 scepter of exploding when I hear passe-partout, `` Shall I get the cane picayune loose woman ? '' I stop immeditaly and think back superior 's command. In my het state, I decide to test superior 's patience. It is a risk and could leave in cane weal across my cheeks, but I really want to.

I look over master copy and see he is excited by my tease. Oh how I want his severely cock to ease my pauperism, but I must please professional first. I lean over onto my hand and knees. I keep my eyes locked on his and start out to crawl slowly towards him. original does not blink. When i reach Master 's can, I bow my point, lean down and snog his feet. I lift my gaze to his and place my helping hand on his knees. I pause in permission. Master does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and sink down. I can palpate his bulge pushing against my warmheartedness. Master grabs my hips and say, `` No little hussy. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not bar me. I begin to comminute on his thigh, slowly back and forth. I run my hands over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched finger's breadth in and out of his oral cavity. I begin to craunch harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to reach the control surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my tumefy wet pussy from his now soaked jeans and lean on the arm of the crapper. I move my knee gently over his hard rooster. I remove my fingers from his lip and run them down my chest, over my belly button and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingers, I continue to rub my knee over original. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now little slut ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his command ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on original 's chest external respiration in deep .