contribution 1 :
I am in the centre of the living room waiting for my lord. I am nude and you can see the jut ripple over my apricot cutis as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My nipple are standing at attention while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palms face up and unfold on the top of my thighs, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen sass. I am staring down at the sea of patrician carpeting and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad girl and needed to learn that I can only do when he commands. captain left me 2 hr ago in this frigidity way, while the vibrator teased me minute after moment, s after second. My original told me to get rid of the vibrator from my snatch when the shelling are suddenly. I place the absolutely battery and overworkd vibrator between my stifle and I wait. I inhale and exhale as I start to follow down from my heightened state. I begin to slow my breathing ; my stomach begins to knot. I tighten my muscular tissue, though it does not help excuse the sense experience to pee. As I squirm on my articulatio genus, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His top dog is held high, his articulatio humeri are extensive and thorax is hard. OH NO ! Does he experience I came ? Does he know I pinched my mammilla ? I look at him with adoring optic and a grinning, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a swoon smile on his lip as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my little 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 voice,"Master I am no-count, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to curb my sense impression, but as the barrage began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of biography. I tried Master, really I did."I close my centre, because I do not merit to await at my headmaster.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. headmaster tells me again to look at him only his phonation is flabby. I slowly set up my eyes up his legs, over his chest, around his brim, 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 penalisation is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not waffle any more so I begin to stand. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my need to pee. I squint my optic and bite my lips, trying to press the urge down. maestro asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"nada sea captain, I was just thinking how my love life for you grows with every lesson you teach me."Master smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my mentum between his fingerbreadth and places a syncope osculation upon my sassing. 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 smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the john, as I am thankful for Master. He like me naked so I am able to relieve the sensation quicker. I know Master likes to hold on an eye on me, so I keep the room access open.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd time, Master likes me clean, I think Master is feeling playful. Maybe he will not penalise me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must bear some consiquence. I dry my hands and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the vanity, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fear. Will this confused my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my professional. I decide to take the chance and grab my favorite red nylon rope. I open the showtime drawer, but it is not here. I search the indorsement and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, captain always keeps it in the first draw next to the hand cuffs ; Oh well. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the bread and butter room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a smile on my face and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards Master and bow my head. superior lifts my face. He looks at me and says, `` Department of Energy my minuscule slut reliance me ? '' Immediately without vacillation I responde with, `` Of Course Master. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you conceal from me ? '' I close my eyes and result, `` sea captain may I talk freely ? '' He lifts his brow 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 penalty. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon Mexican valium, but I could not find it. Please, victor I wish to please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

Master takes the cuffs and spreader and tone away with fire in his eyes. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, original is upset with me. I drop to my knee and portray myself again ... articulatio genus wide apart, palms face up and spread on my thigh, back arched and my fountainhead is bowed towards the carpet.

Part 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will indicate failing and a lack of trust. Why does superior think I do not trust him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear headmaster moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is serenity again.

'' Little loose woman '', maestro calls out. professional is sitting in the large, eloquent throne. It has a lion brass on each arm. The back and buns is covered in mordant velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite hot seat I remember when he cuffed my wrist joint to the chair 's legs and then twist me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My butt was so red after that, but it was the sound orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope rises inside me, maybe he 's going to penalise me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must continue calm and do exactly as he wishes. maestro regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my knee digging into the floor. He looks at my nipple and stir his headland. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am excited. I individual cliff of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could force my hips. My human knee are so far apart I could push up my hips and grate the carpet. Anything to still the need. Oh maestro, what are you thinking ?

Master looks into my eyes and says, `` lilliputian fornicatress, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must see that all of your pleasure is for me and me alone. I want you to ride yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will think of the cane. ``

I do not say a Christian Bible, ask questions or hit any faces. I run my digit through my hair and down to my bosom. I palm my right breast and slowly circle around to end with a hint of the pap. Oh that spirit dear. As I open my mouth, I insert two fingers and slowly draw. I pull my dripping fingers from my sass and rub them around my nipple. I squeeze both boob while I bite my get down lip. I feel my snatch declaration with demand. The need to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my belly button and slide my fingers over my lips. Oh, my lips are quick. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juices all over my lips. I rub circles over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and confound my head back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussycat dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingers to the my top bulwark and set about to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. `` Aaahhhhh ! ``

I am on the verge of exploding when I hear headmaster, `` Shall I get the cane little jade ? '' I stop immeditaly and think passkey 's command. In my heated state, I decide to essay Master 's solitaire. It is a risk of infection and could result in cane welts across my face, but I really want to.

I look over lord and see he is excited by my comb-out. Oh how I want his voiceless cock to ease my need, but I must please Master first. I lean over onto my paw and articulatio genus. I keep my eyes locked on his and begin to fawn slowly towards him. Master does not blink. When i reach lord 's throne, I bow my promontory, run down and snog his feet. I lift my gaze to his and place my paw on his genu. I pause in license. Master does not traverse me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and sink down. I can sense his bulge pushing against my warmth. Master grabs my hips and say, `` No little fornicatress. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not block me. I begin to grind on his thigh, slowly back and Forth. I run my paw over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched fingers in and out of his sass. I begin to dig harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to contact the surface, I slow my attrition. I lift my intumesce wet pussy from his now soaked jeans and lean on the arm of the potty. I move my articulatio genus gently over his hard prick. I remove my finger from his back talk and run them down my chest, over my navel and into my puss. As I rock on and off my fingerbreadth, I continue to rub my knee joint over victor. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now little slut ! ''

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