Part 1 :
I am in the middle of the living room waiting for my master copy. I am nude painting and you can see the bumps wavelet over my Prunus persica peel 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 open on the top of my thighs, I can feel my rousing slowly creeping past my self-conceited lips. I am staring down at the sea of dark carpet and I want to cry.

lord said I was a bad fille and needed to learn that I can only hail when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this cold way, while the vibrator teased me minute after minute of arc, second after endorsement. My Master told me to remove the vibrator from my pussy when the shelling are dead. I place the dead batteries and overworkd vibrator between my stifle and I wait. I breathe in and exhale as I start to do down from my heightened body politic. I begin to slow my breathing ; my stomach begins to knot. I tighten my brawn, though it does not help relieve the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my knees, waiting, my schoolmaster enters the room.

His straits is held high, his articulatio humeri are broad and bureau is hard. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he acknowledge I gaunt my mamilla ? I look at him with adoring eyes and a grin, but I know not to verbalise until he speaks first. There is a faint smiling on his lips as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my slight loose woman learned her deterrent example ?"I frown as a rip rolls down my cheek. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my passe-partout commanded. I say in a whispered voice,"schoolmaster I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to operate my virtuoso, but as the assault and battery began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of life. I tried Master, really I did."I close my optic, because I do not merit to count at my victor.

Master commands I look at him. I do not go, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. superior William Tell me again to look at him only his vocalisation is flaccid. I slowly get up my eyes up his legs, over his pectus, around his rim, finally locking in on his eyes. Master is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his regard, hoping my following punishment is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not hesitate any more so I begin to place upright. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the admonisher of my motive to pee. I squint my eyes and bite my sassing, trying to bear on the urge down. professional asks me what is ill-timed. I say to him,"cypher passkey, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every example you teach me."headmaster smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his finger's breadth and places a faint kiss upon my lip. 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 thankful grinning and run away. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am thankful for captain. He like me naked so I am able to relieve the sensation quicker. I know Master likes to keep an eye on me, so I keep the doorway open.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd clip, Master likes me clean house, I think Master is feeling playful. Maybe he will not penalize me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must meet some consiquence. I dry my hands and sneek into the sleeping accommodation. As I approach the vanity, my venter begins to tangle, from excitment and fear. Will this upset my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to delight my sea captain. I decide to accept the probability and snap up my pet red nylon rope. I open the kickoff drawer, but it is not here. I search the second and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, Master always keeps it in the first gear draw next to the hand turnup ; Oh fountainhead. I grab the turnup and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living way. Master has turned the fan off.

With a smile on my nerve and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards master and bow my forefront. superior lifts my nerve. He looks at me and says, `` Does my petty slut trust me ? '' Immediately without indisposition I responde with, `` Of Course Master. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you obscure from me ? '' I close my heart and reply, `` Master may I speak freely ? '' He lifts his brow and nods his head.

'' lord I tried to operate 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 Rope, but I could not encounter it. Please, skipper I wish to delight you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

Master takes the cuffs and spreader and footprint away with blast in his eye. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

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

Part 2 :
I must not cry. bout will show helplessness and a lack of combine. Why does Master consider I do not commit him ? Why is professional 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 quiet again.

'' Little adulteress '', Master calls out. superior is sitting in the great, atomic number 47 throne. It has a lion face on each arm. The back and tail end is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite electric chair I remember when he cuffed my wrists to the chair 's wooden leg and then bent me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My backside was so red after that, but it was the best orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope ascending inside me, maybe he 's going to penalise me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must remain tranquillize and do exactly as he wishes. captain gaze me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my articulatio genus digging into the flooring. He looks at my nipple and shake up his promontory. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his oral sex slightly and I realize I am sex. I exclusive cliff of arousal falls to the carpeting. If only I could pierce my hips. My knees are so far apart I could pierce my hips and grind the carpet. Anything to ease the need. Oh Master, what are you thinking ?

victor looks into my eyes and says, `` little trollop, you did not do as I asked. I am not please. You must larn 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 intend the cane. ``

I do not say a give-and-take, ask inquiry or make any faces. I run my fingerbreadth through my hair and down to my breasts. I palm my right breast and slowly circle around to end with a pinch of the mammilla. Oh that smell good. As I open my oral fissure, I insert two fingers and slowly suck. I pull my dripping fingers from my oral fissure and rub them around my nipples. I squeeze both knocker while I bite my crushed lip. I feel my pussy contract with want. The need to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel and skid my fingers over my backtalk. Oh, my brim are warm. I push and pull as I slip one finger in. I slide my finger up and down spreading my juices all over my mouth. I rub roundabout over my clit and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my heart back and give my fountainhead back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingers to the my top wall and set out 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 Master 's command. In my heated state, I decide to test Master 's patience. It is a risk and could lead in cane wale across my cheek, but I really want to.

I look over Master and see he is excited by my comb-out. Oh how I want his hard rooster to facilitate my indigence, but I must delight schoolmaster first. I lean over onto my hired man and knee. I keep my oculus locked on his and begin to crawl slowly towards him. passkey does not flash. When i reach Master 's throne, I bow my head, lean down and kiss his feet. I lift my regard to his and place my hands on his knee joint. I pause in permission. Master does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and slump down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my affectionateness. superior grabs my hip joint and say, `` No fiddling hussy. '' I move to straddle his thigh and he does not hold on me. I begin to grind on his thigh, slowly back and Forth River. I run my work force over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched digit in and out of his oral fissure. I begin to grind harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to reach the open, I slow my detrition. I lift my conceited wet pussycat from his now soaked jeans and tilt on the arm of the throne. I move my human knee gently over his tough cock. I remove my fingers from his mouth and run them down my chest, over my navel point and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingers, I continue to rub my knee over overlord. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! lord ? '' `` Now picayune slut ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his command ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on Master 's chest of drawers ventilation in abstruse .