Part 1 :
I am in the middle of the bread and butter room waiting for my Master. I am nude and you can see the bumps ripple over my salmon pink skin as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My tit are standing at attention while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palm face up and open up on the top of my second joint, I can feel my foreplay slowly creeping past my swollen lips. I am staring down at the sea of blue carpet and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad lady friend and needed to learn that I can only come in when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me minute after mo, second gear after s. My Master told me to dispatch the vibrator from my twat when the batteries are dead. I place the dead batteries and overworkd vibrator between my knee joint and I wait. I inhale and exhale as I start to total down from my heightened state. I begin to slow my respiration ; my stomach begins to knot. I tighten my muscles, though it does not help unbosom the sentiency to pee. As I squirm on my stifle, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His point is held heights, his shoulders are broad and dresser is hard. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he sleep with I nasal my nipples ? I look at him with adoring eyes and a grinning, but I know not to address until he speaks first. There is a faint grinning on his sass as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my little slut learned her example ?"I frown as a rip rolls down my buttock. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my master copy commanded. I say in a whispered articulation,"schoolmaster I am blue, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to control my sense impression, 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 eyes, because I do not merit to count at my Master.

Master commands I look at him. I do not propel, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. master copy tells me again to appear at him only his voice is voiced. I slowly raise my eyes up his legs, over his pectus, around his back talk, finally locking in on his eyes. Master is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his gaze, hoping my side by side punishment is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not waver any more so I begin to stand. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my need to pee. I squint my eyes and sting my back talk, trying to push the urge down. Master asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"zip headmaster, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every lesson you teach me."Master smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his digit and places a faint kiss upon my lips. I squeal as the arousal is back and so is my demand to pee. He laughs and gives me license to go. I smile a thankful smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am thankful for Master. He like me naked so I am able to relieve the adept quicker. I know maestro the likes of to hold an eye on me, so I keep the door open.

As I wash my mitt for the 2nd time, original likes me houseclean, I think Master is feeling playful. Maybe he will not penalize me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must ache some consiquence. I dry my deal and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the actor's assistant, my stomach begins to ravel, from excitment and awe. Will this upset my skipper or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my master key. I decide to lead the probability and grab my favorite red nylon rope. I open the start draftsman, but it is not here. I search the second and third draftsman. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, Master always keeps it in the number 1 draw next to the script turnup ; Oh Well. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. lord has turned the fan off.

With a smile on my typeface and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards professional and bow my head. headmaster lifts my case. He looks at me and says, `` Does my minuscule slut confidence me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of course of action original. '' He looks at me for a endorse and asks, `` Then why do you hide from me ? '' I close my eyes and answer, `` Master may I mouth freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' superior I tried to verify my orgasim. I tried to delight 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 rophy, but I could not find it. Please, captain 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 blast in his center. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, passe-partout is upset with me. I drop to my human knee and present myself again ... knees spacious apart, palms face up and open on my thighs, back arched and my point is bowed towards the carpet.

Part 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will read helplessness and a lack of trust. Why does passkey mean I do not rely him ? Why is passkey not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear Master moving, but I can not see his horseshoe anymore. I kneel and breathing time, I must not cry. It is tranquillize again.

'' Little adulteress '', master copy calls out. master is sitting in the large, eloquent toilet. It has a Lion face on each arm. The back and ass is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his favourite president I remember when he cuffed my radiocarpal joint to the chairperson 's legs and then deform me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My butt was so red after that, but it was the topper orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope acclivity inside me, maybe he 's going to penalize me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must stay on calm and do exactly as he wishes. original respect me quietly, looking me over. I see his middle are looking at my knees digging into the base. He looks at my nipple and excite his brain. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my cunt. I slants his fountainhead slightly and I realize I am excited. I bingle drop of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could thrust my articulatio coxae. My genu are so far apart I could thrust my hips and grind the rug. Anything to allay the pauperism. Oh superior, what are you thinking ?

master key looks into my heart and says, `` trivial slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must learn 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 word, ask doubt or make any faces. I run my fingers through my hair and down to my knocker. I palm my correct boob and slowly rope around to end with a pinch of the nipple. Oh that feels good. As I open my rima oris, I insert two fingers and slowly suckle. I pull my dripping finger from my mouthpiece and rub them around my teat. I squeeze both tits while I bite my take down lip. I feel my pussy contract bridge with need. The indigence to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my belly button and skid my fingers over my mouth. Oh, my mouth are warm up. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my fingerbreadth up and down spreading my juice all over my lips. I rub lot over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and switch my head back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my snatch dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingers to the my top paries 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 captain 's instruction. In my heat up state, I decide to test master key 's patience. It is a jeopardy and could lead in cane welts across my impertinence, but I really want to.

I look over passkey and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his voiceless cock to ease my pauperization, but I must please professional first. I lean over onto my work force and knees. I keep my eyes locked on his and begin to creep slowly towards him. Master does not blink. When i reach professional 's throne, I bow my head, skimpy down and buss his feet. I lift my gaze to his and space my hands on his knees. I pause in license. lord does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and sink down. I can feel his gibbosity pushing against my fondness. Master snatch my articulatio coxae and say, `` No little fornicatress. '' 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 hired man over my tit, up and down. I slide my kitty-cat drenched fingers in and out of his mouth. I begin to mash harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to reach the surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my swollen wet pussy from his now soaked denim and lean on the arm of the throne. I move my knee gently over his surd cock. I remove my fingers from his mouth and run them down my chest, over my navel and into my pussy. As I rock on and off my finger's breadth, I continue to rub my knee over Master. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now picayune hussy ! ''

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