I sit in my office watching the tiny screens that show me what is going on in the house at all times. I laugh out loud when you notice the time and freak out, totally ignorant to my watching. As I watch, you both scurry to the kitchen and make my drink, spilling coke and looking as if you might either laugh or cry at any moment. Finally, you get it cleaned up, make my drink right and run off to another part of the house.
I watch Lil One lay on the bed as you pull the scarves gently across her body. Her body shivers from the feel of the silk and anticipation, knowing that pleasure will fill the night. As the final knot is tied, you glance at the clock, 4:50 pm.
Your eyes grow wide, “Will he really know?” you ask.
“I am not sure” Lil One replies.
You hear the waiver in her voice that says ‘yes.’ I glance over at the clock, 4:50pm.
“You’re late my dears.” I whisper to myself as a smile crosses my face.
You look around for the toy bag, finding it in the closet. As you grab what you need out of it, you cast a quick smile at Lil One and run down the stairs to your spot. As you run through the kitchen you again glance at the clock, 4:53 PM. ‘Shit,’ you think, two minutes. You slide to your knees in the entryway, putting anal lube on your toy as you go. You take the toy and slowly press it against your small bud. As it slowly slides in, you grimace in pain, thinking to yourself that you hate this part. When it is comfortably in, you calmly kneel there with your thighs spread, hands flat on the floor on either side of your head, which rests on the floor, hair spread all around like a golden halo. As you wait, you wonder how Lil One is doing.
I watch the screens until you are both where you should be. As I watch Lil One shift slightly, I get the impression that she has an itch and it is driving her nuts not being able to scratch it. Slowly backing out of my office I watch the screens until I have to close the door. Locking the door I begin my slow, back road, way home.
As I pull into the driveway I look at the clock on the dash, 6:43 pm. As a smile crosses my face, I have to bağdatcaddesi escort wonder how the two of you are doing. Have you fallen asleep? Laying there, forehead against the floor, hands lying next to it, purple sparkly butt plug hanging from your ass while you snore in the doorway. I laugh out loud as I begin to get out of the car. Then my thoughts turn to Lil One, tied to my bed, laying there shivering in the chilling evening breeze while she squirms and wiggles trying to fight off her itch. The smile fades as I approach the door. Sliding my key into the lock as silently as possible, as I turn it ever so carefully so as not to make a sound. I push the door open slowly, not knowing what to expect. I see you laying on the floor as you are supposed to be. All I can hear is the faint sound of your breathing.
As I step through the doorway, my boots hit the tile echoing throughout the house. You don’t flinch so I know you are awake.
In a firm voice I state a simple command, “Serve.”
You sit up quickly and quietly, Sitting on your knees with your hands on your thighs, eyes looking at the floor. I step toward you, as my foot falls ring throughout the house I can see you shiver. I’m not sure if it’s out of fear or anticipation, but nonetheless I can see your want, need, your… desire, to serve.
I walk past you without a comment. Picking up my glass from the counter,
I bring it to my lips and whisper, “A little late, weren’t you?”
As I take a drink I see your shadow not moving, almost as if it’s the shadow of a statue.
I raise my eyebrow in question as I turn back to look at you, “I don’t deserve an answer?”
And with that I hear, “Yes, Master, I was a little late. I’m sorry, Sir.”
As I approach the front of you once again I see now that it’s not fear that makes you shiver. My eyes glance across your body, catching a sight that confirms this thought. The moisture collecting on your shimmering pussy says it all. I step toward you so I am only a couple of inches from your face. I crouch down to look you in the eyes.
“So, how should beykoz escort I punish you?” I question.
You look at me wide eyed. “Punish? As you wish to M’Lord.”
A smile crosses my face. “Good answer my dear.”
As I rise I glance down to see your pussy dripping with your pleasure. Once I reach my feet I drink the rest of my Jack’n Coke. I extend the empty glass down to you. Without looking up to me you reach up, take it, and place it on the floor closest to the wall.
As you return to your position my hand begins caressing your head, running my fingers though your hair, lightly and carefully so as not to catch it in my ring.
Suddenly, flipping your hair around my hand and with a strong grip pulling your head back sharply I whisper in a firm voice, “I don’t like to be disobeyed. For that, you will have no choice but to obey.”
My other hand, is pulling at my leather belt, pulling it completely out. With a flip of my wrist, the end snaps the wall. I watch as your eyes widen and can almost hear the thoughts going through your mind.
Sheltering you from my anger for so long may have been a mistake, however, at the moment, the fear in your eyes is my candy. And yet, your fear is your thrill as well, for your juices have begun to flow fully now, dripping to the floor. I slide the belt across your back, letting the leather ride up on its edges. With another flip of my wrist the belt slaps against your back hard enough to echo through the room. As the belt slides away a faint red mark begins to burn its trail across your skin and tears of fear and pain well up in your eyes. Flipping the belt again, the echo and a faint moan of both pleasure and pain escapes your lips.
I look down into your eyes as the first tear falls, “I guess now you have to be gagged?” I whisper.
As if uncertain how I could possibly accomplish this, a faint smile crosses your lips. Once I see the corner of your mouth begin to curve up in your cat like smile, the belt flies once more. This time is a little harder and a little faster. As soon as the belt makes contact your smile disappears, caddebostan escort your moan turns to a whimper, and your eyes squeeze tightly shut.
Quickly I move my hand to my pants undoing the button and the zipper. Before you know what has happened my now hard cock is in your mouth and the belt has landed on your back once more. You try to cry out but the large head of my cock being pushed forward stops the sound, almost causing you to choke. You catch yourself and begin teasing my dick with your tongue in between the strikes of the belt. As my dick begins to slide further down your throat I know that this has been an enjoyable experience for the both of us.
Dropping the belt you know it’s safe to pursue my orgasm and your own. As one of your hands slide up your body to rest on my throbbing cock, the other slides down your body caressing and pinching your nipples for a moment then moving quickly to your moist, hard clit. As you begin rubbing your clit, you feel an explosion of ecstasy as your orgasm blows and your juices gush from you, covering your hand and the floor. As the last wave of pleasure passes, your other hand finds it’s way to my cock, still dripping your sweet nectar.
As the tastes intertwine you can’t help but wonder if this is how I would taste after fucking you. With that thought, you take me deep into your throat, desiring to taste as much of this as you can. As my orgasm erupts, mixing our juices together, you strive for as much as possible, as if quenching a thirst you didn’t know you had. Once it has been satisfied you look up to me shyly as if you can’t believe all that has transpired. The look in your eyes seems to say ‘I didn’t really do all that, did I?’
A smile crosses my face as I hold my hand out to you. You take it and begin to stand. A little wobbly at first, you quickly regain your balance.
As I hold you close to me I whisper, “Should we go get Lil One?” Your eyes widen.
“Oh my I forgot she was up there!” you exclaim.
I laugh, “I didn’t. But I do wonder if she’s gotten rid of her itch yet.”
You look at me puzzled then look quickly to the stairs. “May I, M’Lord?” you ask softly.
“You may, but don’t untie her. Just make sure she’s ok.”
“Yes, M’Lord.” is all I hear as you streak up the stairs.
All that can be made out of your body as you go is the purple butt plug that fell out along the way.