The cool, crisp evening air fills the room as I prepare for your return home. The setting is your beautifully decorated home, where everything exudes your sophisticated taste and impeccable style. I’ve ensured every detail is perfect, from the cleanliness of the space to the subtle scent of your favorite perfume lingering in the air.
I stand in the living room, anticipation buzzing through me, dressed in a revealing French maid uniform, just as you’ve always required. The fabric clings to my curves, the hem barely covering my thighs, and the discreet collar around my neck serves as a constant reminder of my submission to you. Every aspect of my appearance is meticulously prepared to please you. The door opens, and I drop to my knees immediately, head bowed, ready to welcome you home.
“Guten Abend, Sir,” I whisper, my voice a blend of excitement and reverence.
You step inside, your presence filling the room with a commanding aura. Your piercing blue eyes meet mine, and my heart races with the thrill of being able to serve you each and every day. The unique blend of today’s perfume you wear envelops me, intoxicating and irresistible. Today, it's a rich, woody scent with notes of amber and spice, a fragrance I’ve eagerly awaited to experience on your skin.
You’re still in your police uniform, the authority it represents only adding to my arousal. You gently tilt my chin up with your finger, making me look into your eyes.
“Good evening, my little cum slut,” you say, your voice low and intoxicating. “Have you missed me?”
“More than words can express, Sir,” I reply, my breath hitching with desire.
You smirk and pull me to my feet, leading me to the luxurious couch. I kneel between your legs, just as our protocol dictates, and begin to undo your pants, my hands trembling with eagerness. As I take your cock into my mouth, I savor every inch, deep-throating you with practiced skill, my tongue caressing your balls just as you like. You groan in satisfaction, your hand tangling in my hair as you guide my movements.
“Such a good little slut,” you murmur, thrusting into my mouth. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”
I moan around your cock, the vibration eliciting a deep groan from you. I take you deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate your size, my eyes watering slightly as I look up at yours with devotion.
“Yes, Sir,” I manage to say between breaths, my voice filled with longing.
After a few intense moments, you pull me off your cock and guide me to stand. You strip me of the French maid uniform, leaving me bare and vulnerable before you. Your hands explore my body, every touch igniting a fire within me. You walk me to the bedroom, where the bed is adorned with luxurious sheets, reflecting your refined taste.
“Lie down,” you command, and I obey instantly, positioning myself on the bed as you’ve trained me to do.
You bind my wrists to the headboard with your handcuffs, the cold metal and sensation of being restrained heightening my arousal. You admire your work for a moment, your eyes roaming over my exposed body, a predatory gleam in your gaze.
“You belong to me,” you say, your voice firm and possessive. “Every part of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, my body trembling with anticipation.
You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself so your ass is within reach of my mouth. I know exactly what you want. My tongue begins its slow, deliberate exploration, rimming you with practiced skill. You moan deeply, the sound reverberating through the room, and I feel a surge of satisfaction at pleasing you.
“Good girl,” you murmur, your voice thick with pleasure. “Keep going.”
I continue rimming you, alternating between gentle licks and firmer, more insistent strokes, until you’re quivering with desire. Finally, you pull away, your eyes storming with lust.
You flip me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. Your hand comes down hard on my ass, the sharp sting making me gasp. You spank me again and again, each strike more intense than the last. My skin burns with the delicious pain, and I arch my back, presenting myself for more.
“Please, Sir, harder,” I beg, my voice trembling.
You comply, your hand striking my ass with increased force. You then move to my breasts, spanking my large tits, each slap making them jiggle and sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through me. My nipples harden, and I moan louder with each impact.
“Do you like that, my little good little slut?” you ask, your voice a dark, seductive whisper.
“Yes, Sir,” I moan. “I love it. Please, don’t stop.”
Your hand finds my cheek, slapping me just hard enough to make my head turn and my skin tingle. A smile spreads across my face, the mixture of pain and submission making me feel euphoric.
“More, Sir,” I plead, my eyes shining with lust and adoration. “Please, slap me harder.”
You chuckle, a deep, satisfied sound, and deliver a more intense slap to my cheek, alternating between my face, breasts, and ass. The intensity builds, my body trembling with the combined sensations of pleasure and pain. You know exactly how to push my boundaries, how to make me beg and plead for more.
Finally, when you decide I’ve earned it, you tease me with the release I’ve been desperately seeking. “Not yet,” you say, pulling away and leaving me on the edge of ecstasy. “I want to hear you beg. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Please, Sir,” I whimper, desperate for release. “I belong to you, Sir. Only you. Please, let me cum.”
“Not yet,” you repeat, your voice firm. “Tell me why you deserve it.”
“Sir, you are an amazing friend, a strong leader, and a perfect Master,” I say, my voice trembling with desperation and adoration. “You control me completely, and I live to serve you. Please, let me give you this orgasm. It’s yours, Sir. Every part of me belongs to you.”
“Better,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss me deeply, your tongue exploring my mouth with dominance. “But I want more.”
I continue to beg, my voice breaking with need. “Please, Sir, let me cum. I’m your little piss whore, your cum slut. I worship you. Please, let me give you this orgasm. It’s yours, Sir. Please.”
You watch me for a moment longer, your eyes dark with desire. “Cum for me, now,” you command, your voice like a velvet whip against my skin.
My body obeys instantly, the orgasm crashing over me with an intensity that leaves me breathless and shaking. You watch with satisfaction, your eyes never leaving mine as I writhe beneath you.
“Good girl,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss me deeply. “You’ve pleased me greatly tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper, my voice filled with gratitude and love.
You unlock the handcuffs and help me to my knees, positioning me at the foot of the bed. Your eyes burn with desire as you stroke your cock, the anticipation building within me. I watch, mesmerized, as you bring yourself to the brink. I love watching you explode. Then, with a deep groan, you release your hot piss covering my body. The sensation is both humiliating and thrilling, and I revel in the feeling of being completely owned by you.
“Good girl,” you say, your voice filled with satisfaction. “You’ve pleased me greatly tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper, my voice filled with gratitude and love.
You finally cum with a deep, satisfied groan, your essence marking me as yours. You watch with satisfaction as I lick your cum off your cock, savoring every drop, my eyes filled with adoration and submission as I stare into yours.
Satisfied, you pull me into your arms, holding me close as we bask in the afterglow of our intense session. I snuggle against you, feeling safe and cherished in your embrace.
“Tomorrow, we’ll explore more,” you say, your voice a promise of future pleasures.
“I can’t wait, Sir,” I reply, my heart swelling with happiness and anticipation.
As I drift off to sleep in your arms, I know that this is just an essential part our incredible journey together, a journey filled with love, submission, and endless possibilities.
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