As the last drops of his cum leave my ass, I begin to take another shower. This time, I do not fondle my big bouncing breasts or pleasure my aching pussy; instead, I grab the loofah and quickly wash myself over. I walk out of the shower and put on the clothes that the master had provided for me, feeling deflated and embarrassed, but strangely aroused by the punishment. He provided me with a pair of denim shorts that barely covered my aching ass, a white strapless top without a bra, and a basic pair of white panties with a soft lace band that ran the length of my ass on all sides.
As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, I question whether this is the life I truly want to lead. On the one hand, I enjoy pleasing and the pleasure it brings, but on the other, I do not want to be embarrassed in this way again for something I believe was beyond my control. I shake my head, attempting to clear my mind of doubtful thoughts, knowing that I am here because I want to and need to be. Despite his harsh punishment this time, he remains the best master I have ever had! And that is something I cannot leave behind, now or ever.
I walk out of the bathroom feeling a mix of arousal and terror of the unknown because I have no idea what Master is going to do; he is very unpredictable, which is what makes it fun and exciting. I walk down the corridor until I reach our playroom, which is my favourite room in the house. I open the door to the playroom and take in the sights; I will never tire of the beauty in this room. To my left is a wall covered in whips, paddles, canes, and crops of various shapes, sizes, and colours. To my right is a wall with shackles attached in four different positions to shackle my ankles and wrists to the wall, and straight ahead is a sturdy wooden four-poster bed with chains and shackles attached to every corner, allowing me to be in a variety of sexy positions. Our playroom also has a cabinet full of various sex toys, including vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and handcuffs. You name it, we have it: everything you need to fully explore a world of pleasure and pain.
My gaze is drawn to master, who is sitting on the padded leather seat in the corner of the room, patiently waiting for me to enter to receive what I believe will be my next punishment. His gaze is so intense that I begin to gulp. He points his long fingers in my direction and then to the floor, so I know he wants me to crawl over to him on my hands and knees without saying anything. Without wanting to face harsher punishment, I do what I am told and get on all fours and slowly crawl towards him, taking my time, and I see Master is pleased with my slow sensual crawl as his eyes light up and that sexy smirk I adore appears on his face.
As I get closer to him, I get an overwhelming desire to strip naked because I know he enjoys watching me slowly undress and reveal my thick thighs, bouncy breasts, and big round ass. I look up at Master, give him a pleading look, and ask, "Master, may I please have your permission to strip off my clothes?"
With a simple nod of his head, he grants me the permission I seek, allowing me to show him my beautifully thick body.
I slowly start to remove my little white crop top, rolling it up to let my breasts pop out. As I watch my breasts rise and fall, I can see my master's pupils widen. I lift it past my shoulders and over my head, then toss it to the ground while maintaining eye contact with the master.
Master smiles at me and instructs me to continue taking my clothes off, which I do. I start unbuttoning the jean shorts that barely cover my ass, turning around so master can see it, and I bend over slowly free my ass, wriggling my hips as I go, showing master my white lacy thong that just covers my tight holes and glistens with my wet juices. Master growls his approval, and I turn around to see him pull down his grey jogger bottoms, revealing his thick, hard, vieny cock. He grabs his cock and slowly strokes it while moaning and grunting slightly. I get back on my knees and continue to lean my ass towards my master, bending slightly. He grunts in approval and says, "Spread those ass cheeks for me whore, now!"
"Yes, master," I say, spreading my ass cheeks to reveal the thin strap just covering my ass hole and the skimpy piece of fabric covering my soaking wet pussy.
Master begins to speed up his stroking of his cock as I hear the rhythmic beats of his strokes becoming louder, which turns me on and causes the fabric that is barely covering the entrance to my pussy to become soaked. Master moans loudly as he notices that his actions are turning me on, and I turn around to face him with a sexy, seductive look. I look the master in the eyes as I ask him in an arousing tone, "What would you like your good little whore to do for you master?"
"Make it up to me," he says in a demanding rather than asking tone.
As soon as the master says that, I crawl up to his knees and begin sensually running my hands up both of his legs, rubbing up towards his thighs and massaging them with small circles. I look up at him, pleading for permission to keep moving my hands towards his rock hard cock. Master looks into my eyes and says, "Go ahead," knowing exactly what I am thinking.
I smile at the master as he grants me the permission I so desperately desire, and I slowly run my hands up his thighs to his balls. I take them in my hands and enjoy the sensation. I enjoy playing with balls, so the fact that Master is letting me do so makes me feel very hot and bothered. I squeeze them in my hands, feeling how soft and luscious they are, thinking, "My god, I love Masters balls." After a few minutes of massaging, squeezing, and rubbing masters balls, he says, "Tell me whore, how good do masters balls feel in your hands?"
I smile and look up at master, saying, "Soo, soo good, master. I have never seen better balls than yours."
Master smirks at me, giving me butterflies in my stomach. He looks very sexy right now, and I really want to please him.
"How about proving it?" He says this in a mischievous tone.
"Mmm. Do you give me permission to continue, Master?" I ask, looking directly into his eyes as he continues to stroke his cock and my hands squeezing his balls like stress balls.
Master nods his head twice, allowing me to touch him more than I am now. I lean forward and wrap my lips around his balls, taking my time because I want to savour the taste of his balls, committing it to memory so I can remember it later in bed.
Master's cock grows to full potential, I keep staring at his huge thick cock as I lick and suck his balls, his size has always been impressive, but today it is on another level, I start licking upwards from his balls to his cock, constantly licking up over, I take his balls in my hands while Master lets go of his cock, allowing me to take over, so I lick up to the tip of his cock, he grunts and says, "Mmm, that is a good girl."
As he calls me a good girl, I become more horny and take his cock fully into my mouth, all the way down to his balls, which my hand is massaging. I can hear his moans, which turns me on even more. I lick back up to his tip, running my tongue around in circles across the tip, dragging my tongue piercing along the eye of the tip of master's cock. I lick his tip in circles and then quickly suck the entire tip in my mouth, making the master's tip extremely sensitive.
I then take his cock inch by inch into my mouth, feeling it hit the back of my throat and making me gag. I love this sensation; it is intoxicating, and I feel like I am going almost feral sucking on my sexy master's cock as I can taste his salty pre cum leaving the tip. Saliva begins to fill my mouth, coating Master's cock and dripping out of it. I come up for air, streams of saliva connecting my mouth to master's cock, and I say, "Master, you taste so good."
Master begins to moan, "Yes, my good little whore, that mouth is heavenly and completely mine. Tell your master who your mouth belongs to."
"You, master, only you," I say, wiping the saliva from my mouth and continuing to suck master's cock.
"That is right," he says. "You better remember that."
As he is fully in my mouth again, he holds my head in place as I begin to gag. He leaves my head there for a few seconds before fully pulling my head up from his cock.
"Open that whore mouth for your master," he demands. And I do as I am told. I open my mouth as wide as I can, and he grabs my hair and head to keep me still before thrusting his cock into my mouth, causing me to gag again. Tears begin to fall from my eyes, covering my mascara and leaving trails of mascara-stained tears down my cheeks.
Master picks up the pace as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, using my mouth as a fuck toy. I continue to gag, and more streams of saliva form in my mouth, spilling out over his cock and down my breasts. I can tell master is about to orgasm because his moans become louder and his breathing becomes more erratic. I move my hands to my breasts, pulling on my nipples and teasing them while master fucks my mouth. He speeds up, his moans deafening, and screams "fuck."
Master's cock shoots streams of hot, creamy cum into the back of my throat. I instinctively swallow it all as he continues to shoot more into my mouth. When he is done orgasming, he releases my head and slumps back into the chair. I suction my mouth around his cock and lick up the last bits of cum on it while he moans lightly. I take Master's cock out of my mouth and look up at him; he gives me a satisfied look; hopefully, I did enough to make him happy.
With a seductive smirk, he says, "You did a great job of making it up to Master, my good little whore. Now, get your sexy ass on that bed and brace yourself, it is your turn for pleasure."
