Yours

I wait for you.

As you require, I am naked, kneeling in the centre of the room, knees apart, hands on the back of my head. I am on complete display, for your eyes only.

I hear you come up the stairs, in no hurry. You know that I will be doing just what you have instructed, so why rush? Finally you open the door and come into the room and walk over to stand in front of where I wait, for your pleasure.

“Those knees should be wider slut, you know that” you order.

Chastised I spread my legs wider, completely exposing my pussy to you. My arms are beginning to ache from being held up. There are no cuffs, you trust me to leave them there. That trust however, has been hard earned.

“Hmmm. What shall I do with you tonight?” you ask. “Shall I shove my cock down that lovely throat of yours? Shall I fuck your tight cunt? I might force you over the dinner table and stick my cock in all your holes over and over. I could cum all over your tits, or I could spank you til you cry… what do you think slut. Where shall we start?” You pause, before barking “speak slut”.

My head is racing. The more you talk the more turned on I get. I can feel myself getting wetter with each idea. I reply “Please let me suck your cock Master.”

“I thought that might be your preference, you love sucking cock don’t you? You are such a little slut aren’t you?”

“Yes Master” I reply, “I am a slut who loves to suck your cock. Please Master, let me suck your cock.Please Master” I beg.

“Tell me slut, why should I let you to put my cock in your mouth?”

“Please Master, I will do anything you want.”

“Yes, that’s the point”, you say. “You are my slut and are here to do whatever I want you to do.”

Without warning you grab my hair. “Stand up,” you command.

I stand and you step back to look at me. Its strange, but I feel even more exposed standing there. My breasts heave with each breath. My nipples are erect and aching to be touched. My arms, still behind my head, long to come down, but I dare not do so until ordered. I am completely naked, other than the collar you placed around my neck. You put your finger beneath my collar and pull my lips to yours and allow me to kiss you deeply. Your tongue probes my mouth, leaving me wishing it would probe my pussy as well. One thing at a time I tell myself.

Suddenly you grab my right breast. You fondle it and pull on the nipple, not too harshly, yet, and I sigh in pleasure. You bend your head and take my nipple into your mouth, fondling my other breast as you do so. You suck my nipple hard, balancing on the fine line between pleasure and pain. At my whimper you look up and smile.

Placing your hand over my pussy your smile widens. “Goodness slut you are enjoying this aren’t you. And here I thought this was all about me. I do enjoy your tits though, they are truly beautiful. Your nipples are so hard.” You grab my nipple and give it a quick tweak, hard. I gasp and you step back.

“Bend over, with your hands on your ankles” you order. My arms cry as I am permitted to release

them from above my head, and I know from experience that the position you have instructed will quickly become just as uncomfortable. I bend over, forcing my arse in the air and leaving my pussy lips peeking from between my thighs.

You step up behind me and I feel your erection against my arse through your jeans. You enjoy this as well. Unable to help myself I rub my arse back against your crotch.

You give my arse a sharp slap. “Enough of that, you greedy thing” you chastise me. I fear I have disappointed you, but I can hear a smile creeping into your voice. I relax.

Which leaves me unprepared for the next spank. Bent over, hands on my ankles I am defenceless.

You slap me for a third time before pausing. “Lets do this properly slut, count each spank and if you do a good job I might let you have my cock in your mouth.” I breathe as you rub my arse cheeks, warming them before you get down to business.

You start with my left cheek. And you don’t start easy.

“One”, I begin.

Alternating sides, the numbers quickly rise.

“Thirteen. Please Master may I suck your cock.”

Smack.

“Fourteen. Please Master, I would love your cock.”

At twenty, you stop. You place a hand on each cheek and I can feel the heat pulsating from my arse against your palms. You bend over my back, grab my hair and pull me upright. You whisper in my ear “your arse looks spectacular, its bright red and you have been such a well behaved girl. Get on your knees for me, slut.”

Gratefully I kneel before you and lift my hands to your waistband. Pausing I look at you and get a nod. I smile, this makes the pain and discomfort all worthwhile. I undo your belt and fly and take a deep breath of anticipation before I pull your trousers down and free your cock.

You are fully hard and I move forward to take you into my mouth. “No” you command, “not until I tell you. I want you over the table”.

Eager to please I stand and bend over the edge of the table. You push me forward so my thighs push hard against the table edge. You spread my legs with your feet, “now slut I am going to fuck your cunt, and I will fuck it hard. And you will enjoy it you hear?”

“Yes Master” I breathe.

You thrust your cock into my dripping pussy with one thrust. I am so horny that I groan as I feel your cock filling me. You fuck me hard and with each thrust I am closer to cumming. I can feel the table slide across the floor with each thrust.

You know how much I am enjoying this. “I want to you beg, slut, beg me to let you cum.”

“Please Master, please can I come, please Master I want to cum. Please Master please…”

You continue to fuck me hard and finally give me permission “you can cum slut, but I want to hear you do it.”

I cum and cry in pleasure “Oh Master I’m cumming, oh god it feels amazing, please Master fuck me harder… thank you Master, ah fuck, FUCK” I scream.

Before my orgasm subsides, you grab me by the hair and push me back to my knees. “Hands behind your head.”

You push my cock in my mouth, I breathe in the smell, and I taste my cum juices on you. Grabbing my head you force your cock deep into my mouth and fuck it deeply. Unable, and unwilling, to push you away, all I can do is try to breathe during the brief moments you pull your cock out, before it is plunged back in again. I am breathless when you pull your cock away for the last time and your warm cum spurts over my face, covering my lips, cheeks, forehead, my tongue. I taste you, and as the deluge slows, I take your cock to drink the last of you. I am covered in your cum.

I am replete.