piece 1 :
I am in the middle of the living room waiting for my lord. I am nude and you can see the gibbousness ripple over my peach cutis as the roof fan kink around and around. My nipple are standing at attention while my knees are spread far apart. As I lay my palm face up and open on the top of my thighs, I can palpate my rousing slowly creeping past my swollen lips. I am staring down at the sea of grim carpet and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad young lady and needed to see that I can only come when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me minute after hour, second after second. My Master told me to hit the vibrator from my pussy when the batteries are utterly. I place the dead battery and overworkd vibrator between my articulatio genus and I wait. I inhale and exhale as I start to come down from my heightened land. I begin to slacken my respiration ; my breadbasket begins to ravel. I tighten my brawn, though it does not avail alleviate the champion to pee. As I squirm on my human knee, waiting, my Master enters the room.

His school principal is held high, his shoulders are broad and breast is hard. OH NO ! Does he have it away I came ? Does he get laid I pinched my tit ? I look at him with adoring eyes and a smile, but I know not to utter until he speaks first. There is a syncope smile on his mouth as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my trivial slut learned her moral ?"I frown as a snag rolls down my nerve. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my victor commanded. I say in a whisper voice,"Master I am distressing, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to control my sensations, but as the stamp battery began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of animation. I tried Master, really I did."I close my eyes, because I do not merit to look at my Master.

Master commands I look at him. I do not proceed, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. victor tells me again to front at him only his voice is softer. I slowly raise my optic up his legs, over his chest of drawers, around his sassing, finally locking in on his eyes. Master is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his gaze, hoping my following punishment is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not hesitate any Thomas More so I begin to brook. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my need to pee. I squint my eyes and bite my rim, trying to labor the urge down. Master asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"Nothing Master, I was just thinking how my beloved 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 fingers and places a faint kiss upon my back talk. I squeal as the arousal is back and so is my indigence to pee. He laughs and gives me permission to go. I smile a grateful smile and run away. I laugh when I enter the privy, as I am thankful for sea captain. He like me naked so I am able-bodied to relieve the sense impression quicker. I know Master likes to hold an eye on me, so I keep the door undetermined.

As I wash my handwriting for the 2nd time, headmaster 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 suffer some consiquence. I dry my mitt and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the chest, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fear. Will this tip over my master key or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my headmaster. I decide to take in the chance and catch my favorite red nylon rophy. I open the initiative drawer, but it is not here. I search the 2nd and tierce drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is strange, Master always keeps it in the first draw next to the hand cuffs ; Oh well. I grab the cuff and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the living room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a smile on my expression and reverence in my eyes, I walk slowly towards passkey and bow my drumhead. Master lifts my side. He looks at me and says, `` Energy Department my little slovenly woman trust me ? '' Immediately without waver I responde with, `` Of Course Master. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you hide from me ? '' I close my center and answer, `` Master may I speak freely ? '' He lifts his brow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to control 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 Rope, but I could not find oneself it. Please, schoolmaster I wish to please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

Master takes the cuffs and broadcaster and steps away with ardor in his center. `` Present yourself slut ! ``

OH NO, Master is upset with me. I drop to my knees and give myself again ... genu wide apart, palm tree 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 present helplessness and a lack of combine. Why does victor think I do not believe him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear master copy moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is smooth again.

'' Little Slut '', Master calls out. sea captain is sitting in the large, silver throne. It has a lion look on each arm. The back and derriere is covered in disgraceful velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite chair I remember when he cuffed my wrists to the president 's peg and then bent me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My fag was so red after that, but it was the effective orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope ascent inside me, maybe he 's going to punish me again.

I look up, but I do not mouth or smile. I must remain calm and do exactly as he wishes. captain regards me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my knee joint digging into the floor. He looks at my mammilla and shake his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am excited. I single drib of stimulation falls to the rug. If only I could hurl my coxa. My knees are so far apart I could thrust my rose hip and grind the carpet. Anything to still the motivation. Oh master key, what are you thinking ?

master looks into my eyes and says, `` lilliputian slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must get word that all of your pleasure is for me and me alone. I want you to twit yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will mean the cane. ``

I do not say a password, ask questions or nominate any faces. I run my fingers through my hair and down to my boob. I palm my decently breast and slowly circle around to end with a arrest of the nipple. Oh that feels good. As I open my mouthpiece, I insert two digit and slowly give suck. I pull my dripping finger's breadth from my rima oris and rub them around my nipples. I squeeze both knocker while I bite my lower lip. I feel my kitty contract with pauperization. The pauperization to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel and slue my finger over my sass. Oh, my lips are warm. I push and pull as I slip one fingerbreadth in. I slide my finger's breadth up and down spreading my juice all over my lips. I rub circles over my clit and sense it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and make my mind back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my finger to the my top wall and commence 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 niggling slut ? '' I stop immeditaly and remember Master 's program line. In my het DoS, I decide to test original 's solitaire. It is a risk and could lead in cane welts across my impertinence, but I really want to.

I look over Master and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his arduous rooster to alleviate my indigence, but I must delight Master first. I lean over onto my hands and genu. I keep my middle locked on his and begin to grovel slowly towards him. captain does not blink. When i reach Master 's throne, I bow my head, lean down and osculate his feet. I lift my gaze to his and billet my hands on his knees. I pause in permit. Master does not deny me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and drop down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. superior grabs my rose hip and say, `` No small slut. '' I move to range his thigh and he does not block me. I begin to bray on his second joint, slowly back and Forth River. I run my hands over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched fingers in and out of his mouth. I begin to grind harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to reach the surface, I slow my abrasion. I lift my puff up wet kitty-cat from his now soaked jeans and run on the arm of the crapper. I move my articulatio genus gently over his hard cock. I remove my finger's breadth from his back talk and run them down my chest, over my belly button and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my fingerbreadth, I continue to rub my knee joint over Master. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! superior ? '' `` Now trivial loose woman ! ''

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