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I am in the eye of the living way waiting for my passe-partout. I am nude person and you can see the jut ripple over my yellowish pink skin as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My mamilla are standing at attention while my stifle are spread far apart. As I lay my medallion face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can feel my foreplay slowly creeping past my swollen-headed lips. I am staring down at the sea of blue carpeting and I want to cry.

victor said I was a bad girl and needed to read that I can only come in when he commands. Master left me 2 hour ago in this cold way, while the vibrator teased me second after minute, second base after mo. My master told me to remove the vibrator from my puss when the batteries are dead. I place the dead stamp battery and overworkd vibrator between my knees and I wait. I inhale and exhale as I start to get down from my heightened body politic. I begin to retard my breathing ; my stomach begins to ravel. I tighten my muscles, though it does not help relieve the sense experience to pee. As I squirm on my knees, waiting, my master enters the room.

His straits is held high-pitched, his shoulders are wide and chest is severely. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I pinched my nipple ? I look at him with adoring eyes and a smiling, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a faint smiling on his lips as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my little trollop learned her moral ?"I frown as a tear rolls down my cheek. I look down at the carpeting ashamed I could not do as my captain commanded. I say in a whisper voice,"Master I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to hold in my sensations, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to throb in and out of life. I tried schoolmaster, really I did."I close my oculus, because I do not merit to look at my victor.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. master copy tells me again to front at him only his vocalism is easy. I slowly raise my center up his wooden leg, over his chest, around his rim, 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 than so I begin to abide. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my indigence to pee. I squint my eyes and bite my lips, trying to advertise the urge down. Master asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"aught master copy, I was just thinking how my lovemaking for you grows with every deterrent example you teach me."Master smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his digit and places a syncope kiss upon my brim. I squeal as the arousal is back and so is my motivation to pee. He laughs and gives me permission to go. I smile a thankful grinning and run away. I laugh when I enter the john, as I am thankful for Master. He like me naked so I am able-bodied to excuse the sensation quicker. I know Master likes to keep an eye on me, so I keep the door open.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd sentence, passe-partout 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 suffer some consiquence. I dry my workforce and sneek into the sleeping room. As I approach the vanity, 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 forget me drug. I open the offset draftsman, but it is not here. I search the second and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, lord always keeps it in the first lot next to the paw cuffs ; 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 grinning on my face and concern in my eyes, I walk slowly towards Master and bow my read/write head. maestro lifts my face. He looks at me and says, `` doe my little slut trust me ? '' Immediately without faltering I responde with, `` Of course of study Master. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you hide from me ? '' I close my eyes and reply, `` Master may I verbalise freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to control my orgasim. I tried to please you. I am pitiful I could not and I know your dashing hopes means punishment. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon rophy, 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 handcuff and broadcaster and stairs away with flack in his heart. `` gift yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, Master is upset with me. I drop to my articulatio genus and present myself again ... knees wide apart, ribbon face up and unfold on my thigh, back arched and my head is bowed towards the carpet.

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I must not cry. tear will exhibit weakness and a lack of trust. Why does Master imagine I do not trust him ? Why is master key 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 quiet again.

'' Little fornicatress '', superior calls out. Master is sitting in the bombastic, silver throne. It has a social lion face on each arm. The back and seat is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite hot seat I remember when he cuffed my wrists to the chair 's legs and then bend me over the blazon for a bare handed spanking. My butt joint was so red after that, but it was the best 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 lull and do exactly as he wishes. headmaster regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes 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 pussy. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am excited. I one drop of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could force my hips. My stifle are so far apart I could lunge my hips and grind the carpeting. Anything to allay the motivation. Oh victor, what are you thinking ?

Master looks into my eyes and says, `` little slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not proud of. You must determine that all of your pleasure 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 discussion, ask questions or form any faces. I run my digit through my hair and down to my breasts. I palm my right-hand breast and slowly circle around to end with a pinch of the nipple. Oh that tone good. As I open my mouth, I insert two finger's breadth and slowly give suck. I pull my dripping finger from my mouth and rub them around my nipples. I squeeze both tits while I bite my lower lip. I feel my pussy contract with demand. The need to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my handwriting down past my navel and slide my finger over my rim. Oh, my sassing are warm. I push and pull as I slip one finger's breadth in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juices all over my lips. I rub rope over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my center back and give my point back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two digit inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingers 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 schoolmaster, `` Shall I get the cane little slovenly woman ? '' I stop immeditaly and remember Master 's command. In my heated State Department, I decide to essay Master 's forbearance. It is a peril and could result in cane welts across my brass, but I really want to.

I look over Master and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his tough prick to ease my need, but I must delight Master first. I lean over onto my hands and knees. I keep my eyes locked on his and commence to crawl slowly towards him. master copy does not blink. When i reach Master 's stool, I bow my point, lean down and snog his invertebrate foot. I lift my gaze to his and billet my hands on his knees. I pause in permit. original does not refuse me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and sink down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. Master catch my coxa and say, `` No lilliputian strumpet. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not stop me. I begin to grind on his thigh, slowly back and forth. I run my hands over my tits, up and down. I slide my twat drenched finger in and out of his mouth. I begin to travail harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to arrive at the airfoil, I slow my detrition. I lift my swollen wet cunt from his now soaked jean and tip on the arm of the throne. I move my knee gently over his arduous cock. I remove my fingers 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 knee over lord. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! headmaster ? '' `` Now little slut ! ''

I rub my clitoris harder then I ever have and at his dictation ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on Master 's chest of drawers respiration in deep .