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Master's Slave

What a hell of a day! I thought it would never end: constant phone calls; irritate clients; software glitches; and insolent social media hacks. At least I knew that my Little One would be waiting at the door as always, ready to relieve my stress and minister to her Master. I pressed my thumb to the electronic lock and was greeted by the familiar click of the door going ajar for me. What I was not expecting was you not being there in your usual spot, eager to serve me. I swallowed the bile of anger rising in me and concluded that something tragic must have occurred for you not to be at your designated post. Frantically, I searched through the house, expecting some gory scene from a horror movie. Instead, I find you sound asleep, napping on our bed. The bile rose again.

"BABY!" I barked. Instantly you fling yourself from the bed as though a bolt of lightning has lit it aflame. Clarity of fear dispels the fog of your sleep like a tornado dispenses with shabbily built houses.

“You're home. I'm sorry, Master. I didn't realize it was so late. I was reading and just closed my eyes for...”

“Enough!” My volume brings tears to your eyes as if struck. “Grab your gear and follow me – now!”

I watch only for a moment while you go to the drawer that contains what is necessary. It is Wednesday, so the particular apparel and accessories are already selected, you only have to retrieve them. Asserting that you open the proper drawer, I turn and head to my reclining massage chair. There is a momentary delay as you assemble the proper items, so I take that time to calm myself a bit by turning on the chair on low. It is not long before you scramble into the room and carefully lay the gear beside the chair, knowing how I demand respect for what I have given.

With a wave of a finger, you take your place before me, kneeling, head bowed in shame for not being ready. I sigh deeply as I lean forward and begin to remove your clothing from the waist up. Pulling the hem of your top from your waistband, you lift your arms to assist the removal. Your hair cascades bock over your shoulders as your arms become free. You are still wearing the lace bralette that I had selected this morning to dress you in, so that contributed to the calming effect. Unhooking the bra in the front (I despise the ones that hook in the back), you hunch your shoulders forward, letting it fall into my hands as it clears your smooth skin beneath. Despite how many times I've seen them, your breasts falling free causes a hitch in my breath – so perfect and round and firm. Your nipples stand erect in anticipation of my fingers touching them. You open your mouth obediently as I lift my hand to it. Sliding two fingers into it, you firmly suck them, wetting them. I slowly circle each nipple, caressing it, flicking it with my fingertips until they are harder still, the tiny beads of your areola providing texture beneath my touch. I signal to you that I am ready for the first item. You reach down and retrieve the cat ears from beside you and hand them to me. Using the ends to sweep your hair back, I position them on your head. Next comes the collar. I fasten it around your neck and twist it into position.

With a single finger under your chin, you follow my directions and rise to your feet. Moving closer between my legs, I patiently undo the button on your skirt and running my fingers inside your waistband, push them slowly and sensually over the cheeks of your ass. You sigh quietly, afraid that unsolicited sounds would again arouse my wrath. But the gentle caress of my palms on your cheeks lights a spark between your legs and you squirm, wishing to rub your legs together to soothe this familiar itch that rises there.

Your skirt falls to the floor as my hands travel down the back of your thighs and you step out of it. I can see that the matching lace panties are already absorbing your seeping juices. I admire the darker wet streak before leaning forward and kissing your stomach. My tongue flicks out and catches the top of your panties. I follow with my teeth and grabbing hold, draw them down over your hips. You wiggle them, aiding in the removal. When I lower my mouth to pull them down, I close my eyes as the aroma of your honey waifs forward and my mouth waters to taste you.

Patience. You must not think for a moment that the responsibility of my arousal is yours.

The panties reach your knees and you shimmy deftly out of them. I snap my fingers and you reach down for the tail, hand it to me take your place face down across my lap. I lay it across your back, needing to check if you are ready for the next stage.

“So, what happens when you are not at your appointed place when your Master arrives?”

“Pun...punishment,” you stammer.

“That is correct. And this time, it will take the form of spanking. Are you ready to count?”

“Ye...yes...Master.” Tears are already forming before the first blow is struck.

Using my hand this time, since I did not request you bring my favorite impact implement, the flogger, I was your cheeks turn cherry red under my palm.

"Uhh! Five...Ow! Nine..." and the count increases. I love watching your cheeks shiver from each blow, feel you clench your cheeks in anticipation of the next, even though it makes the blows more sharp and stinging. I pause occasionally to stroke your cheeks, momentarily soothing them before delivering the next round of blows. Your skin is smooth and delicate to the touch, and it makes me throb with only touching you. I run my fingers between your cheeks, parting your pussy lips. My fingers are drenched in your honey from only the slightest contact. I use your wetness and massage the hole of your ass, lubricating it for finally placing the plug of the tail.

You clench hard, your cheeks tightening as you feel the cool metal of the plug part them. A quick strong swat from my hand reminds you not to resist. I swirl the tip of the plug around your butt and begin working it in. I could have forced it, but I think that you have had enough of a painful experience from the spanking. I watch your hole relax and take it in, bit by bit until that muscle action does its thing and sucks it in completely.

I can no longer contain how your naked form across my lap is affecting me. Half lifting and half pushing, I send you to the floor on your hands and knees. I teasingly tug on the tail, not pulling out the plug, but working it enough that it feels like it is fucking you. The soft fur of the tail swishes across your cheeks. Normally it would feel totally good, but they are tender and over-sensitive from the spanking and I can tell that you are unsure whether it feels good or is irritating by the way you retreat from its touch.

I lift the tail and again am tempted to lick the glistening juices that line your pussy lips, but I am too hungry for something else at the moment. You wait patiently as I undo my pants. You hear the buckle of my belt clink against the floor and know that it is the signal of what's next. You quickly lower your chest to the floor, pushing your ass higher into the air, arching your back so that your hips rotate into position to receive me. I use the tip of my cock to spank your pussy, focusing on your clit until it is swollen and tender, then, positioning at your entrance, drive my dick in deep and hard in one swift movement. We both exclaim together, me from strict pleasure, you for slight shock at how immediate my action was.

Mmmm, slipping into your warm, smooth, tight warmth, is so exhilarating. Your pussy clenches, tightening your grip on my dick, providing even more resistance as I begin to pump into you. My hands on your waist, I pull you back, making you rock on your knees as I drive myself in. Our bodies slap wetly together, adding to the symphony of our moans and gasps as pleasure rocks my body even as I demand the same from your by my passion.

I grip and squeeze your cheeks as each stroke out reveals your creamy goodness coating my dick. I randomly work the plug of the tail in your ass, making you feel penetrated in both holes at once. When I feel that the pleasure is too much to contain, I murmur a command, "Now!"

Only then do you know that I am close and that you have permission to reach between your legs and rub your clit. The motion of my thrust adds to yo rhythm of your strokes and soon we are clammering eagerly to that peak of emotions and feelings. The pace quickens, trying to extend the ecstasy a moment longer until, simultaneously, we exclaim loudly, "Fuuuck!" and tremors ravage our bodies in unrestrained pleasure.

You collapse forward, freeing yourself from my dick. I take the towels you have brought and clean our cum from between your legs. Before I can do it myself, you turn and grab my cock and use your mouth to clean me, almost humming in happiness at the taste of us.

When you are finished, I attach the leash to your collar, lead you to the puppy pad, and demand you pee on it. "Can't have you getting a UTI, now, can we?" When you are finished I lead you into the bedroom. You start to climb onto the bed.

"Uh uh," I interrupt. "You were not completely absolved by the sex tonight. You still have to sleep in the cage under the bed. If you do better tomorrow, then you can sleep with your Master in my bed.

Suppressing the sad look you feel, you wait until I unlock the door of the cage before crawling in. It is filled with a soft, comfy mattress, plenty of stuffies, and lined with princess lights. I hand you your paci and you dutifully take it in your mouth.

“Let's see if you have learned your lesson, Little One. Tomorrow will tell the tale,” as you snuggle with your favorite stuffy, settle, and fall fast asleep.

The Bath

It was a very stressful day and all I wanted was to relax in a hot bath. I lay back on the over-sized tub and close my eyes. You didn't even make a ripple on the surface of the water, but I felt the level rise and opened my eyes in time to see you sink beneath the surface and settle against the opposite side. "Hey, I thought you couldn't get away tonight?"

"My night class was canceled," as you smiled and lay back, your legs resting on top of mine. Your breasts bobbed gently atop the water, and though the the tub was warm, I couldn't help but notice your nipples harden. You slide one leg from outside mine, your knee breaks the surface of the water as you place your foot between my legs and gently stroke my growing dick. You place your other foot on my chest and rub it up and down.

Looking into your eyes, I lift that foot to my mouth, take your toe in and suck. I stroke underneath it with my tongue, run it between your toes, lick the sole of your foot then suck some more. You increase the pressure of your other foot on my dick, reminding me of the time you made me cum when you stroked it between your feet. The memory was too much and I need more.

I lower your foot, rise forward and lift you under your arms. I turn you in the tub as I pull you against my chest. One hand reaches around and palms your breast, the hard nipple rubs my palm as my fingers grasp and massage your firm softness. My other hand goes between your thighs, fingers beside your swollen, firm clit, stroking it, rubbing firm circles, then pulling back the hood to tease the sensitive tip with my finger. I feel your hand grip my dick, squeezing and moving from tip to base, enjoying how hard you make me. I lick and suck the side of your neck, raking my teeth along your soft skin. Your moans deepen and you stroke my dick faster. You move your hand away, shift your weight and move your ass against my shaft, arching then curling your back, swirling your hips side to side, measuring the length of my dick with your ass. You turn and kiss me, our tongues dancing together, biting, licking lips. You lift your hips, reach between your legs, and guide my cock into your hungry pussy.

Rising up and down, you make gentle waves on the water as you work my dick deeper and deeper. Time stands still as we enjoy each long, deep stroke, unrushed in the warm water. My grip on your breast tightens and my stroking your clit speeds up. You suddenly lean forward, grip the sides of the tub and use it to rise until only the tip of my dick is in you, then slam down hard, burying the full length of my dick deep in your pussy. Each time you rise, the water droplets glisten off your beautiful ass cheeks. Your moans grow louder as you ride me harder. The waves splash over the side of the tub but neither of us care. You ram down one final time as I feel you cum, your pussy tightening around my dick, causing me to throb and pulse as I shoot my hot load into you.

You shiver, feeling me cum in you, then collapse back against my chest as our raspy breaths try to calm our racing hearts. "As always, you were exactly what I needed after a day like today."

"You are always what I need," you reply. We relax until the water grows cool, then retire to bed, to do it all over again.

Study Time

You lay back on the couch, your head propped on a pillow. Your legs were across my lap as I read an ebook on my tablet. Engrossed in your German studies, determined to make the most of your travels around the country, you hardly noticed my one hand gently caressing your legs. That is until I must have strayed too close to your inner thigh. I didn't notice the chill bumps raised in the wake of my wandering fingertips until I could hear the change in your breathing. The air passing your parted lips became more shallow and frequent, matching the pace of your now racing heartbeat. You startled me how quickly you rose to prop up on your elbows.

Turning to face you, I could see the glimmer in your eyes that brought a smile to my face. I responded to your wordless request by cupping your chin in my hand, leaning down, and planting a delicate kiss on your lips. There was a slight tremor in your lips that transferred to mine, a teasing parting that silently asked for more.

I put my tablet aside and reached under your back to draw you to me. Your weight shifted and suddenly you were straddled my lap, taking the place of my tablet. Now a hunger in my eyes matched that in yours. Our lips met again, unhurried, savoring each touch, lips parting, tongues teasingly darting in and out, gentle pulls on lips caught between teeth. My hands slid up the soft skin of your back, caressing you lightly, gliding beneath the cropped top you were wearing. No bra obstructed their exploration as they rounded your body to cup your breasts in each. My thumbs brushed over your now hard nipples, flicking back and forth, catching them in between thumb and forefinger – a slight tub, a gentle pull caused you to moan softly into our kiss.

Lifting your top over them, my kisses move eagerly from your neck to the fullness of the soft flesh in my hands. My tongue made sweeping circles around your nipples, flicking them from side to side, taking them one by one into my mouth, sucking, nibbling softly with my teeth, feeling them grow even harder against my tongue. Soon, the rhythm of my tongue was matching that of your hips, as by their movement, they had aligned my now-hard member straight up and down in my boxers to match your slit. Your grinding your clit against me was maddening, even through the thin material of your thong and my boxers.

Unable to handle it anymore, I flipped you back onto the couch, your legs now spread by the movement. Turning to kneel before you, I saw that the thin, dark, damp line in your thong betrayed how much you had enjoyed grinding against me. You placed your foot against my chest, not to restrain me, but as an invitation. I answered it by lifting your foot from my chest, giving it a kiss, then kissing your leg, inch by inch down its length, getting closer and closer to the treasure between your thighs, drawn to the aroma of your heat-inspired honey. Pulling your thong to the side, a sound that was half moan/half growl erupted from my lips as my tongue parted your pussy lips, running the length of it, gathering all your sweet juices that I could before sliding it up one side of your clit and down the other, flicking lightly the tip of it with the tip of my tongue before covering it with my mouth and sucking. The leg that I had kissed on the way down was now wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me tight against your swaying hips, forcing my tongue firmly in long strokes against your clit. I licked and sucked and kissed your pussy like a man starving for days finally given a feast to satisfy his hunger. I did not stop until I felt your thighs tremble against my cheeks as wave after wave of your cumming surged through your body.

I gave you a moment to catch your breath, raised back to my knees, grabbed your hips, and turned you over onto your knees. My cock was throbbing as I placed the tip of it against your cum-soaked pussy. You rocked back on your knees and took me in one smooth thrust, burying me inside your warm, tight wetness. I paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of you surrounding me before grasping your hips and pulling you onto me to match my thrusts. What began as a slow exploration of stretching and gripping, plunging and clenching, accelerated when you reached back between your legs and resumed stroking your clit while I fucked you. You came again, and the pulsing of your pussy around me caused me to throb and explode inside you.

So pleasurable was the intensity of that orgasm, that I had to close my eyes to counter the dizzying effect of my blurred vision. My gasping for air in huge gulps made me realize that it was so good that I had forgotten to breathe. Should I apologize for interrupting your German studies? I think not.

The Conference Call

“It's been a long work day for me, too, Kitten,” I thought, “but that is no excuse for you to be impatient,” as I swatted your hand away from my thigh a second time. I pulled a quick jerk on the leash across my lap and the attached collar pulled your face forward to me as I pushed my chair back and lowered my face to hers. “You touch my cock one more time and you will not be allowed your place in the puppy bed beneath my desk while I work, got it!”

Fear and disappointment blended in the tears that welled in your eyes, but it did not displace the defiance that I could see behind them. “Oh, is that the way it's going to be, eh? Do you want my dick? Well, you will have to earn it later by your performance now.”

Her eyes sank immediately to my crotch and watched me withdraw the object her desire from my boxers – the advantage of working from home. “If you can't at least make me stammer or lose concentration during my next conference call, then you know what awaits you.” Her eyes returned to mine, confident at the challenge, but also remembering my force of will, as well as the pleasure I acquire from the suitable punishments.

I pushed my chair back under the desk and began the next call. She immediately began the work at hand, finally gaining access to what she had been begging for with whines and whimpers. She began with dutiful obeisance, stroking me to full erection and teasing my tip with her tongue. It was good, but she could tell it was not good enough, as I answered calmly each question posed by the clients on the call. It was then that the change began. No longer was it because she had to, but her love for the act took over.

Her tongue swirled around my cock's head, brushing repeatedly under the sensitive tip. Moans began to rise from beneath the desk as she went from teasing to engulfing the head, plunging my cock to the back of her throat. Soft gags permeated the room.

“Are you OK, Jake?” one client asked, being concerned.

“I'm OK, just getting over a small cold,” I continued. But the pleasure must have shown on my face as he raised an eyebrow and asked another question while I attempted to quell my movements. Her intensity increased. I could feel her drool roll down the length of my cock as the hungrily devoured the fullness until I was throbbing in her mouth. Shad moved to position her pussy against my leg and grind while she sucked. Even through the thin material of her panties, I could tell that she was soaked. She gasped in pain and disappointment as I reached under the desk, grasped a handful of hair, and pulled her away from my cock before I could cum.

“Thank you, Gentlemen, for your attention and cooperation today. I will email you responses to your inquiries and copies of today's call. You will find them in your inbox before the day's end.” A few thanks and goodbyes later and they all signed off.

“Not bad,” I said, looking down into your flushed face. Obviously, you were ready for the verdict of the challenge, drool still dripping off your chin. “You didn't earn my dick, but I will let you finish what you started on my leg.”

Pushing my chair back, I reached down and roughly lifted her onto my bare thigh. She placed her hands on my shoulders and spreading her legs, alternately curled and arched her back, sending her honey-soaked labia apart, pressing her clit against my muscular thigh as she slid effortlessly back and forth.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” I interrupted. “That gives you too much leverage. Makes it too easy, I want to see how much you're willing to work for it,” I said as I grasped her wrists from my shoulders and pinned them behind her back. “You can only use your legs, and if you don't work to my satisfaction, then I'll provide a little motivation.”

Her eyes watched my free hand move between the flogger and the riding-whip that I always have hanging next to my desk. I know she loves the flogger, how the cool leather straps glide across her skin before leaving whelps on the cheeks of her ass. But this is not the time for that. I needed a motivator, so I pulled down the whip instead. Placing her feet on the floor, she managed a good pace, leaving a trail of her juices on my thigh until I made it harder for her. Elevating my thigh higher by placing my foot on the rest of the chair, she could barely use her toes to rock back and forth on my thigh. Soon her legs were quivering from the effort. Her pace slowed until the felt the sharp crack of the whip against her thong-bared cheeks of her ass. Breath caught in her throat as the pain seared her flesh, but she knew better to cry out, knowing that that would bring sharper blows.

Even with the extra effort, her swollen clit tingled from the pleasure. A few more motivating blows and her clit reached peak intensity. She arched back, straining to press hard against my thigh as waves of tremors cascaded through her body and her juices flowed over my thigh.

Panting, she collapsed onto my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing against me as she pressed her breast on my chest, her hardened nipples biting into me.

“Now...now may I have you in me...,” she managed to mutter into my ear.

I lifted her from my thigh, released her arms from behind her, and swung my chair back to my desk.

“I'll think about it,” I said smugly, “I'll let you know after this last call.”