Part 1 :
I am in the middle of the living way waiting for my overlord. I am nude and you can see the bumps ripple over my salmon pink pelt as the ceiling fan twirls around and around. My nipples 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 second joint, I can feel my arousal slowly creeping past my swell lip. I am staring down at the sea of dreary carpeting and I want to cry.

Master said I was a bad young lady and needed to learn that I can only come when he commands. master key left me 2 hour ago in this cold room, while the vibrator teased me instant after minute, endorsement after indorsement. My maestro told me to move out the vibrator from my pussy when the shelling are drained. I place the dead batteries and overworkd vibrator between my human knee and I wait. I inspire and emanate as I start to come down from my heightened state. I begin to slack my breathing ; my stomach begins to knot. I tighten my heftiness, though it does not help ease the sensation to pee. As I squirm on my knee joint, waiting, my schoolmaster enters the room.

His mind is held high, his berm are spacious and chest is strong. OH NO ! Does he know I came ? Does he know I crimp my nipples ? I look at him with adoring eye and a smile, but I know not to speak until he speaks first. There is a faint grin on his sassing as if he is laughing at me. He asks me,"Has my niggling hussy learned her lesson ?"I frown as a tear rolls down my face. I look down at the carpet ashamed I could not do as my Master commanded. I say in a whispered spokesperson,"lord I am bad, but I could not do it. I tried to breath like you taught me. I tried to ensure my sensation, but as the electric battery began to die, the vibrator began to pulse in and out of life. I tried master copy, really I did."I close my eyes, because I do not deserve to search at my skipper.

Master commands I look at him. I do not move, as I am afraid I have disappointed him. captain tells me again to look at him only his voice is softer. I slowly enhance my eyes up his legs, over his chest, around his mouth, finally locking in on his eyes. Master is looking at me, but does not say anything. I am staring into his gaze, hoping my next penalization is not the cane and suddenly he commands I stand. I know I can not hesitate any More so I begin to stand. When I straighten I am overwhelmed with the monitor of my need to pee. I squint my eye and bite my back talk, trying to drive the itch down. headmaster asks me what is wrong. I say to him,"Nothing Master, I was just thinking how my love for you grows with every lesson you teach me."Master smiles again like he is laughing at me. He holds my chin between his fingerbreadth and places a faint 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 smile 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 relieve the whiz quicker. I know Master likes to keep an eye on me, so I keep the door undefended.

As I wash my hands for the 2nd time, professional likes me clean-living, I think Master 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 hands and sneek into the bedroom. As I approach the chest, my stomach begins to knot, from excitment and fearfulness. Will this upset my skipper or will he be pleased ? I only wish to please my Master. I decide to take the chance and snaffle my favorite red nylon R-2. I open the first draftsman, but it is not here. I search the arcsecond and third drawer. Nope, not here. HMM that is unusual, Master always keeps it in the first haulage next to the hand cuffs ; Oh wellspring. I grab the handcuff and spreader bar. I hold them behind my back as I enter the aliveness room. Master has turned the fan off.

With a grin on my face and fear in my eyes, I walk slowly towards Master and bow my head. Master lifts my face. He looks at me and says, `` Does my petty slut trust me ? '' Immediately without hesitation I responde with, `` Of course of study Master. '' He looks at me for a second and asks, `` Then why do you obscure from me ? '' I close my heart and response, `` overlord may I speak freely ? '' He lifts his eyebrow and nods his head.

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

sea captain takes the manacle and spreader and whole step away with flaming in his eyes. `` present tense yourself slut ! ``

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

division 2 :
I must not cry. Tears will show helplessness and a want of trust. Why does Master imagine I do not hope him ? Why is Master not talking ? He must be disappointed in me. I hear schoolmaster moving, but I can not see his shoes anymore. I kneel and breath, I must not cry. It is restrained again.

'' Little Slut '', superior calls out. Master is sitting in the boastfully, smooth-spoken throne. It has a Leo facial expression on each arm. The back and seat is covered in black velvet. Everytime I look at his favorite chair I remember when he cuffed my wrist joint to the chairperson 's legs and then bent me over the blazonry for a bare handed spanking. My butt was so red after that, but it was the beneficial 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 stay on simmer down and do exactly as he wishes. Master compliments me quietly, looking me over. I see his eyes are looking at my human knee digging into the floor. He looks at my nipple and excite his head. HE KNOWS ! Then he moves down to my kitty. I slants his head teacher slightly and I realize I am agitate. I single drib of stimulation falls to the carpet. If only I could thrust my hips. My knee joint are so far apart I could push up my hips and grind the carpet. Anything to relieve the pauperism. Oh Master, what are you thinking ?

maestro looks into my middle and says, `` little slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must learn 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 think the cane. ``

I do not say a Word, ask questions or make any faces. I run my finger's breadth through my hair and down to my breasts. I palm my right on chest and slowly roach around to end with a pinch of the nipple. Oh that smell sound. As I open my back talk, I insert two finger's breadth and slowly sucking. I pull my dripping fingerbreadth from my rima oris and rub them around my mammilla. I squeeze both breast while I bite my abject lip. I feel my pussy contract with need. The demand to be touched, rubbed, licked, thrusted upon. I glide my hand down past my navel and slew my fingers over my lips. Oh, my lips are affectionate. I push and pull as I slip one finger's breadth in. I slide my digit up and down spreading my succus all over my backtalk. I rub circles over my clit and find it getting harder and harder. I roll my centre back and throw my chief back. `` Ooohhh ! '' With my pussy dripping wet, I slide two fingers inside. `` Mmmmm ! '' I hook my fingers to the my top rampart and commence to rub in and out, in and out, in and out. `` Aaahhhhh ! ``

I am on the verge of exploding when I hear passe-partout, `` Shall I get the cane footling slut ? '' I stop immeditaly and remember Master 's bidding. In my heated State, I decide to try superior 's patience. It is a danger and could result in cane welts across my cheeks, but I really want to.

I look over victor and see he is excited by my teasing. Oh how I want his knockout pecker to allay my need, but I must please superior first. I lean over onto my deal and articulatio genus. I keep my eyes locked on his and begin to fawn slowly towards him. Master does not nictate. When i reach Master 's throne, I bow my promontory, be given down and kiss his feet. I lift my gaze to his and situation my hired man on his knee. I pause in license. Master does not traverse me. I lift myself up over his lap. I straddle his lap and drop down. I can feel his bulge pushing against my warmth. Master grabs my hips and say, `` No little fornicatress. '' I move to straddle his second joint and he does not turn back me. I begin to dig on his second joint, slowly back and forth. I run my hands over my tits, up and down. I slide my pussy drenched finger's breadth in and out of his mouth. I begin to grind harder on his thigh. As the orgasim begins to attain the open, I slow my detrition. I lift my swollen wet snatch from his now soaked denim and lean on the arm of the can. I move my knee gently over his heavily cock. I remove my finger from his oral fissure and run them down my pectus, over my umbilicus and into my twat. As I rock on and off my finger's breadth, I continue to rub my human knee over Master. `` Ooohhh ! Aaahhh ! Master ? '' `` Now little fornicatress ! ''

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