office 1 :
I am in the middle of the living elbow room waiting for my victor. I am nude painting and you can see the bumps ripple over my yellowish pink skin as the roof fan twirl around and around. My pap are standing at attention while my genu are spread far apart. As I lay my medal face up and open 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 carpet and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad daughter and needed to hear that I can only come when he commands. Master left me 2 hours ago in this moth-eaten elbow room, while the vibrator teased me minute after hour, second after indorsement. My headmaster told me to take away the vibrator from my kitty-cat when the batteries are dead. I place the dead batteries and overworkd vibrator between my knees and I wait. I breathe in and expire as I start to come down from my heightened state of matter. I begin to slow my respiration ; my stomach begins to ravel. I tighten my sinew, though it does not avail relieve the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my articulatio genus, waiting, my sea captain enters the room.

His straits is held high, his shoulders are all-inclusive and chest is concentrated. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I gaunt my nipples ? I look at him with adoring eye and a grinning, but I know not to talk until he speaks first. There is a swoon smile on his lips as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my trivial slut learned her moral ?"I frown as a tear rolls down my buttock. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my Master commanded. I say in a whispered vocalization,"passe-partout I am sorry, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to insure my superstar, but as the batteries began to die, the vibrator began to throb in and out of life. I tried sea captain, really I did."I close my eyes, because I do not deserve to bet at my passe-partout.

lord commands I look at him. I do not make a motion, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. Master Tell me again to look at him only his vocalization is softer. I slowly lift my optic up his legs, over his chest, around his lips, finally locking in on his eye. Master 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. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the reminder of my need to pee. I squint my eye and bite my lips, trying to push the impulse down. Master asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"null maestro, I was just thinking how my passion for you grows with every lesson you teach me."lord smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his fingers and places a faint kiss upon my rim. 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 thankful grin and run away. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am grateful for Master. He like me naked so I am able to remedy the aesthesis quicker. I know skipper like to sustain an eye on me, so I keep the door open.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd time, Master likes me plum, I think maestro is feeling playful. Maybe he will not penalise me today, but I did not do as he asked. I must hurt some consiquence. I dry my helping hand and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the chest of drawers, my stomach begins to ravel, from excitment and awe. Will this upset my Master or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my Master. I decide to have the chance and grab my favorite red nylon rope. I open the first draftsman, but it is not here. I search the moment and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is foreign, Master always keeps it in the first lot next to the bridge player cuffs ; Oh Well. I grab the cuff and broadcaster bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the bread and butter room. passkey has turned the fan off.

With a smiling on my face and fear in my centre, I walk slowly towards Master and bow my psyche. Master lifts my face. He looks at me and says, `` Does my little slattern trust me ? '' Immediately without hesitation 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 eyes and solvent, `` Master may I speak freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

'' Master I tried to hold 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 feel it. Please, lord I wish to please you and only you, but I beg you ... not the cane. ``

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

OH NO, passkey is upset with me. I drop to my knee joint and demonstrate myself again ... articulatio genus spacious apart, ribbon face up and spread on my thighs, back arched and my head is bowed towards the carpet.

theatrical role 2 :
I must not cry. snag will show helplessness and a lack of combine. Why does master copy think I do not trust him ? Why is professional not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear Master moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is tranquility again.

'' Little Slut '', Master calls out. headmaster is sitting in the large, silver throne. It has a social lion look on each arm. The back and ass is covered in opprobrious velvet. Everytime I look at his preferred chairperson I remember when he cuffed my articulatio radiocarpea to the chair 's legs and then crouch me over the arms for a bare handed spanking. My fag was so red after that, but it was the best orgasim I ever had. Suddenly hope rises inside me, maybe he 's going to punish me again.

I look up, but I do not speak or smile. I must remain calm and do exactly as he wishes. lord respect me quietly, looking me over. I see his centre are looking at my knees digging into the level. He looks at my nipple and shake off his question. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my pussy. I slants his head slightly and I realize I am stimulate. I single drop of arousal falls to the carpet. If only I could pierce my coxa. My knees are so far apart I could thrust my pelvic arch and grind the carpeting. Anything to relieve the motive. Oh sea captain, what are you thinking ?

professional looks into my eyes and says, `` trivial slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must learn that all of your pleasance 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 Book, ask questions or seduce any faces. I run my fingers through my hair and down to my knocker. I palm my right breast and slowly rotary around to end with a pinch of the mammilla. Oh that spirit good. As I open my rima oris, I insert two fingerbreadth and slowly suck. I pull my dripping fingers from my mouth and rub them around my teat. I squeeze both tit while I bite my lower lip. I feel my pussy declaration with need. The demand to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel point and slide my finger over my lips. Oh, my sassing are affectionate. I push and pull as I slip one fingerbreadth in. I slide my finger's breadth up and down spreading my juices all over my sassing. I rub circles over my button and feel it getting harder and harder. I roll my eyes back and give my promontory back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my finger to the my top rampart and start to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. `` Aaahhhhh ! ``

I am on the wand of exploding when I hear Master, `` Shall I get the cane petty loose woman ? '' I stop immeditaly and remember Master 's bidding. In my heated commonwealth, I decide to test overlord 's patience. It is a risk and could result in cane welts across my cheeks, but I really want to.

I look over headmaster and see he is excited by my ribbing. Oh how I want his arduous pecker to still my need, but I must please professional first. I lean over onto my hands and human knee. I keep my eyes locked on his and lead off to crawl slowly towards him. lord does not blink. When i reach sea captain 's throne, I bow my head, lean down and osculate his feet. I lift my gaze to his and place 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 slump down. I can find his bulge pushing against my warmth. Master grabs my pelvic arch and say, `` No little fornicatress. '' I move to straddle his second joint and he does not halt me. I begin to grind on his second joint, slowly back and Forth. I run my hand over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched fingerbreadth in and out of his mouth. I begin to travail harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to pass the control surface, I slow my grinding. I lift my swollen wet cunt from his now soaked jeans and lean on the arm of the crapper. I move my articulatio genus gently over his firmly shaft. I remove my finger's breadth from his mouth and run them down my chest of drawers, over my omphalos and into my cunt. As I rock on and off my finger, I continue to rub my stifle over captain. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now little slut ! ''

I rub my clit harder then I ever have and at his program line ... '' Thank you Maaaasssstttteeerrr ! '' I collapse on Master 's chest respiration in cryptical .