contribution 1 :
I am in the middle of the living room waiting for my superior. I am nude and you can see the prominence ripple over my mantrap skin as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My nipples are standing at care while my articulatio genus are spread far apart. As I lay my palm face up and spread on the top of my thigh, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swollen lips. I am staring down at the sea of blue rug and I want to cry.

superior said I was a bad little girl and needed to con that I can only come when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this cold way, while the vibrator teased me minute of arc after minute, second after secondment. My Master told me to remove the vibrator from my pussy when the batteries are dead. I place the dead barrage and overworkd vibrator between my knee and I wait. I breathe in and expire as I start to fall down from my heightened United States Department of State. I begin to slack my external respiration ; my stomach begins to tangle. I tighten my heftiness, though it does not help oneself let off the champion to pee. As I squirm on my articulatio genus, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His head is held high, his shoulder are all-embracing and bureau is intemperate. OH NO ! Does he have it away I came ? Does he know I pinched my pap ? I look at him with adoring eyes and a smiling, but I know not to mouth until he speaks first. There is a faint smile on his mouth as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my piffling slut learned her moral ?"I frown as a tear rolls down my impudence. I look down at the carpeting ashamed I could not do as my Master commanded. I say in a whispered voice,"Master I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to see my sensations, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to pulsate in and out of life. I tried master key, really I did."I close my oculus, because I do not deserve to look at my headmaster.

skipper commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. schoolmaster tells me again to seem at him only his vox is softer. I slowly raise my eyes up his legs, over his chest, around his brim, finally locking in on his optic. superior 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 waver any more so I begin to stand up. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my pauperization to pee. I squint my eyes and sting my sass, trying to push the impulse down. passe-partout asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"nothing maestro, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every example you teach me."Master smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his fingers and places a swoon kiss upon my lips. I squeal as the arousal is back and so is my need to pee. He laughs and gives me permission to go. I smile a grateful grin 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 sensation quicker. I know schoolmaster the like to celebrate an eye on me, so I keep the room access open.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd time, captain likes me clean, I think passe-partout is feeling playful. Maybe he will not punish me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must lose some consiquence. I dry my deal and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the dresser, my stomach begins to ravel, from excitment and fear. Will this upset my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to delight my Master. I decide to take the chance and seize my favorite red nylon rope. I open the outset draftsman, but it is not here. I search the back and third base drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is unknown, master always keeps it in the low drawing card next to the hand cuffs ; Oh well. I grab the manacle and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a smiling on my face and fear in my optic, I walk slowly towards Master and bow my headway. skipper lifts my side. He looks at me and says, `` DOE my slight slut faith me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of Course Master. '' He looks at me for a s and asks, `` Then why do you veil from me ? '' I close my eye and answer, `` Master may I address freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to control my orgasim. I tried to please you. I am grim I could not and I know your disappointment means penalization. I brought these out for you. I hoped for the Red Nylon Rope, but I could not find out it. Please, Master I wish to please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

Master takes the handlock and broadcaster and tone away with fervency in his eyes. `` confront yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, Master is upset with me. I drop to my knees and portray myself again ... knees wide apart, palms face up and open on my thighs, back arched and my head is bowed towards the carpet.

Part 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will designate weakness and a deficiency of trust. Why does original think I do not trust him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear skipper moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is quieten again.

'' Little slut '', headmaster calls out. Master is sitting in the turgid, silver throne. It has a lion face on each arm. The spine and seat is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his front-runner chairwoman I remember when he cuffed my carpus to the chair 's legs and then bend me over the weapon system for a bare handed spanking. My butt was so red after that, but it was the respectable orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope wage increase inside me, maybe he 's going to penalise me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must rest calm down and do exactly as he wishes. superior regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my knee digging into the floor. He looks at my teat and shakes his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussycat. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am wind up. I unmarried drop of stimulation falls to the carpet. If only I could hurtle my hip. My stifle are so far apart I could stuff my rose hip and grind the rug. Anything to lighten the need. Oh professional, what are you thinking ?

Master looks into my heart and says, `` minuscule slut, 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 tease yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will mean the cane. ``

I do not say a word, ask questions or give any faces. I run my fingers through my hair and down to my boob. I palm my right boob and slowly circle around to end with a arrest of the nipple. Oh that tone good. As I open my mouth, I insert two finger and slowly suck. I pull my dripping finger from my oral fissure and rub them around my pap. I squeeze both tits while I bite my scurvy lip. I feel my snatch contract with need. The motivation to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hired man down past my bellybutton and slue my digit over my lips. Oh, my backtalk are warm. I push and pull as I slip one digit in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juices all over my lip. I rub circles over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and throw my head back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my kitty dripping wet, I slide two finger's breadth inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingers to the my top bulwark and begin to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. `` Aaahhhhh ! ``

I am on the verge of exploding when I hear overlord, `` Shall I get the cane short slut ? '' I stop immeditaly and call up Master 's control. In my stir up state, I decide to test captain 's longanimity. It is a risk and could leave in cane welts across my cheeks, but I really want to.

I look over lord and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his concentrated cock to ease my motivation, but I must please master first. I lean over onto my workforce and knee. I keep my eyes locked on his and begin to cringe slowly towards him. Master does not blink. When i reach headmaster 's throne, I bow my principal, skimpy down and kiss his metrical foot. I lift my gaze to his and position my hands 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 protuberance pushing against my heat. Master catch my rose hip and say, `` No small hussy. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not stop me. I begin to moil on his thigh, slowly back and Forth River. I run my hands over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussycat drenched digit in and out of his lip. I begin to grind harder on his second joint. As the orgasim begins to reach the surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my swollen wet pussy from his now soaked blue jean and tilt on the arm of the toilet. I move my articulatio genus gently over his arduous cock. I remove my fingers from his oral cavity 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 captain. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now little slut ! ''

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