As I kneel patiently on the floor, your evening drink ready on a table to my side, wearing nothing but my mandatory collar and thigh-high stockings, I feel a tingle of excitement as I await your arrival. My knees spread apart, hands obediently behind my back, head lowered in anticipation. The sound of keys in the door signals your entrance, and my pussy grows wetter with each passing second.
You step into the room, setting down your belongings. Your hand caresses my cheek gently before intertwining your fingers in my hair. I hear those words I long for, "Good Girl." My head remains lowered as you start to undo your pants.
With my mouth open and tongue extended, I eagerly await your command. I know what is expected of me. As you present your hard cock, my tongue flicks out, capturing the precum on the tip and trailing it down the throbbing length, all the way to your balls.
My hands remain obediently behind my back as I take your cock into my mouth. Your grip tightens in my hair, guiding my movements as I pleasure you. I establish a rhythm, my mouth working diligently while you savor your drink. I can feel your pleasure building, and with each passing minute, my desire to please you intensifies.
Finally, you release my hair, grab your drink, and lead me to the living room on all fours. You leave me sitting in the middle of the room, my body ready and willing for your commands. Without hesitation, you order me to start edging my clit, as you start to enjoy your drink. I obey, my fingers teasing my sensitive nub, building my arousal solely for your pleasure.
As my fingers dance on my clit, pleasure coursing through my body, I allow my other hand to explore. It glides along my supple soft skin, tracing up my ribcage, and finally reaching my breasts. With aggression, I grab hold of a nipple, pulling my breast to my mouth and biting down, all the while keeping my gaze fixed upon your eyes. My actions silently beg for the pain you I long for you to inflict upon me.
Your response is swift and commanding. You order me to turn around, to present myself to you on all fours. Without hesitation, I obey, my shoulders on the floor, my ass raised high. I slide my hand between my legs, continuing to pleasure myself, as you have not yet instructed me to stop.
The jingle of your belt fills the room, and I know what is coming. The leather meets my ass with a satisfying sting, as you strike me, followed by a few more. In an even tone low, you command me not to stop playing with myself, labeling me as your desperate slut. When you hear my soft moans turn into a growing whimper you relent with the belt, and alternatively spank already hot red ass with the sting of your open hand.
Then relief washes over me as I feel something sharply cold on my hot, burning, already bruising skin. The whiskey ice cube you hold in your hand traces over the growing welts you have just left, bringing me relief with its soothing sensation. The condensation of the giant cube drips down my reddened cheeks, and I feel the coldness between my wet, swollen lips. I eagerly spread wider, craving the sensations I want you to bestow upon me.
Driven by my insatiable desire, I lose control of your current command and spin around, like the eager and desperate slut I always am. I thrust my fingers into my wet pussy, my movements vigorous and uncontrolled. Each time I plunge my fingers deep inside, I make sure to stroke my clit, heightening my pleasure. You can see I am purposely edging closer to an orgasm, my body already trembling with anticipation.
In the throes of ecstasy, I can't help but beg for release. I plead with you to let me cum, my desperate pleas echoing through the room. In response, you demand that I tell you who I am, wanting to hear the depths of my submission. Without hesitation, I respond, "I'm your dirty little fucking whore, Sir. I'm your fuck toy to do whatever you want with." Your eyes glint with satisfaction as you assert my purpose, pushing me further into the depths of my submission. "You are a desperate cum slut who gets off on anything I do to you. I want to use you until you beg me to stop. Sluts like you need to be overstimulated until you are nothing but a cum begging cunt."
My fingers continue their relentless assault on my needy pussy, my breathing growing heavy with each stroke. The tingling sensation of subspace begins to spread, starting from my head and working its way down my body, consuming all control. At this moment, you truly know me. The humiliation you've bestowed upon me has taken hold, and I am completely under your command.
You release me from my restraints, and with a commanding voice, you order, "CUM NOW SLUT." Surrendering to pleasure, I lose control of my body. Waves of orgasm crash over me, leaving me breathless and spent. My sweet moans of ecstasy fill the room, and when they subside, I whisper breathlessly, "Thank you, Sir," as my pussy overflows and cum drips down my leg.
But before I can fully succumb to relaxation, your hands grip my hair, forcing me to look into your eyes. Once again, you reward me with those words I crave, "Good Girl." Gratitude wells up within me, and I respond instinctively, "Thank you, Master." At this moment, my immediate impulse is to offer myself to finish you off, but you have different plans. You like to keep me guessing, ensuring that I can never truly stay one step ahead of you in all ways of serving you.
You dismiss my offer, reminding me of my place and the consequences of taking control of my own orgasm without permission. A punishment will be ordered, and I know it. With a swift motion, you snap a leash onto my collar, guiding me to the kitchen. Tonight, you will let me eat by your side on the floor, near the table. As you enjoy your meal, I will seize the opportunity to crawl underneath the table once more, resuming my task of sucking your still hard cock, keeping you teased and ready while you dine. The cool tile seeping to my knees though my thin stockings sends shivers of anticipation through my body. I position myself underneath the table, my mouth watering, eager to taste you once again.
As you take a bite of food, I take you into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around your throbbing length. The taste of you, the musky, intoxicating flavor, fills my senses. I continue to pleasure you, my lips sliding up and down, my hand gently massaging your balls. The sounds of your pleasure mix with the clinking of cutlery and the constant sound of music playing in the background.
I can feel your arousal building, the tension in your body growing, as you struggle to maintain your composure. I relish in the power I have over you, knowing that my actions are driving you to the brink. With each stroke of my mouth, I push you closer and closer to the edge.
As the meal comes to a close, I can sense your impending release. I increase the intensity, my mouth working faster, my grip tightening on your shaft. And then, with a shudder, you explode into my mouth, your hot cum filling me. I swallow every drop, savoring the taste, the proof of my service to you.
Once fully finished, the leash tugs, signaling that it's time to adjourn to the bedroom. I crawl out from under the table, my body still buzzing with desire. You lead me down the hallway, your hand firmly gripping the leash, guiding me to where I truly belong.
Inside the bedroom, you release the leash, allowing me to stand, but only briefly. Without a word, you push me onto the bed, my back hitting the soft mattress. Eagerly, I lie on the bed, naked and waiting, but instead of joining me, you leave the room without a word. The sound of the door closing echoes in the silence, leaving me alone in the dimly lit space. My body tingles with anticipation, knowing that you have left me here for a purpose.
In the darkness, I let my thoughts wander, still high from the clutches of subspace, relishing in the submissive role I have willingly embraced. The feeling of vulnerability, of being left alone, heightens my desire for you. I know that you are indulging in your own world, finding solace and relaxation in the activities that help you unwind from the stresses of the day.
You are off to your computer to decompress, and I hear the distance of your velvety voice as you connect with others on Mumble or Discord. I imagine you tackling the mounds of space paperwork that always await you on any given day. Minutes turn into hours, and I remain still, obediently waiting for your return. I can only imagine the tasks you must be attending to, the responsibilities that occupy your mind as you close out your day. The anticipation builds, my body throbbing with need. The wetness between my legs grows, evidence of my arousal that has been simmering since you left. The ache intensifies with each passing second, my desire growing uncontrollable.
Just as I begin to wonder if you have forgotten about me, the door opens, and you step into the room. The light from the hallway spills in, illuminating the broadness of your shoulders, reminding me of your dominance. Our eyes meet, and I can see the hunger, the lust that burns within you.
Without a word, you close the door behind you, shutting out the world outside. You approach the bed, your movements purposeful and commanding. Climbing on top of me, your body pressed against mine, your weight pinning me down. The room fills with the sound of our heavy breathing, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. Without hesitation, you claim me, your hands gripping my wrists, holding them tight above my head.
I feel your hardness against my thigh, throbbing with need. It's clear that the time apart has only fueled your desire, your mind reset and refreshed, ready to take me with renewed vigor. With a growl of dominance, you enter me, filling me completely.
The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, as you thrust into me with a primal ferocity. Each movement pushes us closer to the edge, the bed rocking beneath us. I moan and writhe beneath you, my body responding to your every command.
Once again, the room becomes a blur of sensations, the sounds of our bodies colliding, the scent of sex filling the air. We are lost in our own world of pleasure, consumed by the raw intensity of our connection. Nothing else matters in this moment, only the ecstasy that we share.
As our climax approaches, the tension builds, coiling tightly within us. I can feel the waves of pleasure crashing over me, my body convulsing with each thrust. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, we both reach the peak of our pleasure, our bodies trembling in unison.
We collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied, our bodies intertwined. The room is filled with the soft sounds of our breathing, the aftermath of our passionate encounter. In this moment, there is a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing that we have given ourselves fully to each other.
As we lie there, basking in the glow of our shared pleasure, I can't help but feel grateful for the dynamics that exist between us. The balance of power, the surrender, and the control. It is a dance that we perform, a dance of desire and submission, of trust and pleasure.
And as we prepare to sleep, I seize the opportunity to crawl beneath the curve of your shoulder and rest my head on your chest, immersing myself in the soothing rhythm of your breath and heartbeat. I slow my own breath to be fully present in the moment, taking in your scent, a perfect blend of today's lingering perfume and the intoxicating aroma of your slightly moist skin. We are in sync, and my mind drifts to the possibilities of tomorrow's new adventures and desires to explore. But as I am on the cusp of drifting into dreams of you, my brain suddenly remembers, and a deep sigh escapes my lips as I recall the pending punishment you have yet to bestow upon me. Closing my eyes, I relent knowing it will be a part of our adventure tomorrow.
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