1 comments/ 18068 views/ 3 favorites A Gift Undeserved By: kitschx Just another day, a standard day at home while Master works. But no day with Him will ever be mundane, nor will i ever forget how lucky i am that He chose me. "Luna," He'd said before He left, "Make sure you clean the house properly today. Don't leave anything lying around. Especially no cleaning products. That's important." What the Hell? i always cleaned it properly. i had no idea what He was on about, and indignantly i went about cleaning the house. i wiped down the kitchen benches, took out the trash, vacuumed the whole house, scrubbed the bath, and did the laundry. i dusted the house from top to bottom. It was perfect. i rolled my eyes. Clean it properly, Luna. Properly, my ass. i always clean the house properly. i made sure to make the beds - Master's, and mine, although i had barely spent a single night in it during the whole six months i'd been His. i smoothed out the corners of the blanket and had a look around the room i barely spent a second in. The walls are painted white, and the furniture in it is white and pink. The curtains are also white, long and flowing, a fine netting fabric not unlike mosquito net. With so much white, the room should look surgical, but it doesn't. It is fit for a princess, and yet here i am, not using it. i sighed. i should really be more grateful. i moved back out to the kitchen to check the list Master always attached to the fridge. Clean house, properly, go and get groceries, list attached... i looked underneath the list, and there was indeed a shopping list. i removed it and continued reading. ...I may be late tonight, I will let you know. As always, Master left the note unsigned. i made some lunch and took my time eating it. i hung around the house, tidying and cleaning, watching a movie to pass the time before i grabbed the grocery money from the drawer. Master is good at counting out exactly how much i will need for the items he's picked. i found my shopping bag and headed out. It was only a five-minute walk to the grocery store and there wasn't enough shopping on the list to warrant driving the car. i shopped quickly, aware of the time now creeping up on me. As i returned home, i shoved the house keys on the bench and saw the flashing light of the answering machine. i pressed play and listened. "Luna, it's Me. I guess you are out shopping. I will be late tonight, I'm not sure how late, but I thought I would call you and tell you to hold off making dinner until I get home. I love you princess, take care of yourself until I get home." Dial tone. i pressed play again and listened to the message again. God damn, His voice was so sexy, i knew i was wet just listening to His voice. My mind swam with images of what He would do to me when He came home. Oh God, it would be good. So good. i felt the heat of desire through my body. How could He do this to me with just His voice? i struggled with my conscience. i wanted pleasure so badly, but Master didn't like me to orgasm without His presence. But i did so badly want to touch myself, pleasure myself, tease and play. i checked the time. Four thirty. Since i didn't have to make dinner, and He was going to be late, i would have time and He would never have to know. i moved my hand beneath my dress and slid a finger over my throbbing clit and into the depths of my pussy. Yes, i wanted it. i wanted the pleasure. And Master never needed to know. i went to Master's room and sifted through the drawers until i found one of the vibrators He'd bought for me. A rabbit-style vibrator/dildo with rotating beads inside. Perfect. i eased myself onto the bed and ran the soft, rubbery head of the simulated cock over my clit. i dipped the head into my pussy and spread the wetness over my aching clit. Finally i shoved the hard shaft deep inside my pussy, none too gently and turned the vibration on to the lowest setting. As i fucked myself with the dildo, the 'rabbit ears' vibrated fast against my clitoris, sending my body into an ecstatic jumble of pleasure, cries and moans and i rocked hard onto the phallic object, each stroke torturing my clitoris with new sensations. i turned the vibration up to the highest and fucked myself stupid with the beautiful jelly cock. i moaned and cried out again, my cries getting louder and more desperate as i felt orgasm climbing my body. i had completely abandoned myself to the pleasure, and i didn't hear the key turn in the door. i didn't hear the footsteps, deliberately placed. i didn't feel his presence in the doorway. All i was aware of was the beautiful rush of sensation as i came hard, my muscles gripping the vibrator, never wanting to let go. As the waves of sheer pleasure subsided, i turned the vibration off and slowly removed the vibrator from my body. It was then that i was suddenly and horrifically aware that i was being watched. i turned almost in slow-motion, terrified of what i would see. He was there, standing in the doorway, completely emotionless. There was nothing in His eyes, nothing on His face. i have never been so scared in my life. i couldn't speak. i couldn't move. i couldn't even cry. i just sat there, like a deer in the headlights, unable to function, unable to think anything except oh, Christ. He just looked at me. i wished He would say something. i wished He would laugh it off. Anything had to be better than this silence. He didn't say anything. He just turned and walked out. i shoved the vibrator back in the drawer - i would wash it later, it wasn't important right now. i grabbed some of my facial tissues off the dresser and did my best to clean myself up. i sprayed some perfume over my body and tidied my hair. i knew it was too late, He'd seen me, He knew what i'd been doing. A thought hit me suddenly and i dropped onto the bed. i hadn't put the groceries away. Jesus fucking Christ. i knew it was the least of my problems, but it was not going to help me. i lay there for what seemed like hours, but have been any longer than half an hour. Out of nowhere Master stormed into the room and grabbed me by the ankles, pulling me off the bed and onto the floor. I landed hard on my ass and looked up into his eyes. Still nothing. Not even the anger that his strength showed was there. Cold and detached. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me up roughly, leading me into the hallway by my wrists. i looked in horror as i saw the furniture from my room pushed into the end of the hallway. He led me into the room, now completely empty except for the bed, which he'd dragged into the middle of the room, and a small table. He didn't say a word to me, just pushed me onto the bed and began to tie my wrists. He bound them to the sturdy wrought iron headboard so that i couldn't move an inch. He then left the room and returned with a small wooden chest, which He placed in the corner of the room. He sorted through and found a huge glass plug. i hadn't seen it before, and i guessed that he would be going to shove it in my ass. Wrong. i started to panic as i realised he fully intended to shove that obtrusive glass plug into my pussy. i started to plead with him. "Please, Master, not that -" he put it down and i breathed a sigh of relief, only to see him come at me with a ball gag. He put it into my mouth and fastened it around the back of my head, and once again picked up the plug. He ran His fingers against my pussy, and i was horrified to discover i was still wet from my previous orgasm. This seemed to suit Master though, because he nodded to himself and began to coat the plug with my juices. Then, he began the process of forcing it inside me. It took some doing on his part and a lot of tears and muffled cries on my part, but it was in, with no real damage done, but by fuck it was uncomfortable. Next, he found my butterfly vibrator and, turning it on, pressed it against my sensitive clitoris, pulling a roll of tape from his pocket and taping it to me. Even in my torture i was amazed at how resourceful my Master is. He took my ankles and crossed them over, trapping the object in my body and pressing the vibrator even closer to my clitoris, and proceeded to bind my ankles together. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled a blindfold from his chest of torture devices and tied it tightly over my eyes. When he was satisfied that i was thoroughly blind and bound, i heard the door open and close and i was left with just the noise of the vibrator as it fluttered quietly but persistently against my clit. i was utterly confused. Was this punishment? The delicious sensations radiating from my pussy surely weren't meant to be punishment. But i should be being punished, i thought. i could feel orgasm coming, and i eagerly accepted the pleasure that was being offered. i came surprisingly hard, and cried out in pain more than pleasure as my muscles contracted painfully around the hard glass plug. Jesus, that hurt. Not what i expected. The next orgasm followed soon after and was more intense, causing me to give another muffled cry of pain. i felt like i was being split in two every time i came. Not only that, but they were empty - strictly clitoral and without my Master inside me. i hated it. i tried to be quiet and strong and take my punishment like the good girl that Master wanted me to be. i really did. But by my fourth orgasm, getting more painful the more intense they became, i could only do what i do best: cry. i was sore and sick of orgasms. As far as i was concerned, i didn't care if i never came again. i just wanted my Master. i wanted Him to remove this thing from me, hold me in His arms, and let Him kiss me over and over. i wondered if he even wanted me anymore. i tried to call to him, but the gag got in the way and i couldn't move it for the life of me. Again and again i called to him as yet another orgasm wracked my exhausted body and my muscles again gripped the unforgiving glass plug without mercy. i couldn't move. i could barely breathe. By the next time i came, i could hardly even cry anymore. i called to my Master again and again, with no reply. The door never moved. i hated this gag. i hated these ropes. i hated the plug and i hated the evil vibrator that wouldn't stop tormenting me. But most of all, i hated the painful, empty orgasms. Without Master they meant nothing. i felt the last of my pride give way. i thrashed against my restraints, crying, sobbing, trying to force the gag out of my mouth. i didn't want this. i wanted my Master. Only my Master. i realised right there and then that He was the only thing i needed in the entire world. The only thing. Just as i had almost given up all hope, i felt a flutter of cool air brush past me, and the gag was being removed from my mouth. "Master!" i cried. "Master?" A kiss landed on my lips and i accepted it gratefully. My Master. He still loved me. It occurred to me that i hadn't heard the door open, and i would have - i was straining so hard to hear signs of my Master approaching. He had been there the whole time. He would have made it sound as though he had left, but He had been there, watching me. i felt the rope from my ankles being removed and with a sickening lurch i felt the plug being removed from my body. God i ached. i felt as though my body had been ripped open. The vibration against my clitoris stopped and i winced as the tape was removed from my skin. Then i heard the door open, and close, and i was left alone again. Shortly He returned and i heard a clink as He put something down on the table. In a moment he was undoing the restraints around my wrists, and then finally, he removed the blindfold. He watched me as i struggled to get rid of the pins and needles in my arms. i looked around and saw that there was a bucket in the corner of the room and a bowl on the table. He picked up the bowl of cereal He had brought in with him and offered it to me. "This is all you have to eat tonight. I told you not to leave anything lying around. The chicken you bought for dinner was left in the kitchen and your new puppy got into it." He looked at me one last time and walked out, locking the door behind him. A Gift Undeserved Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Re-Training I awoke alone and hungry. The cereal Master had given me the night before had done nothing to fill me up and this morning I was ravenous - especially after the punishment I had been given last night. My body was aching in ways I didn't know it could, and I had to remind myself that I had brought it all upon myself. I had come without Master's permission - in fact, I had come knowing that He expressly disapproved of masturbation without Him there. I tried to get out of bed, but my leg wouldn't move. I panicked, thinking something must have gone wrong with the restraining process last night - then I realised there was a big blob of fur lying on my leg. Master's words came flooding back to me: "I told you not to leave anything lying around. The chicken you bought for dinner was left in the kitchen and your new puppy got into it." I sat up to investigate the ball of fluff that was preventing movement. I patted the top of what I could just make out was its head, and a pair of deep brown eyes raised up to looked into mine. The puppy was simply the most adorable thing I had ever seen. I didn't know why Master had got it for me, I just knew that He hadn't planned on me disappointing Him the way that I had. I recognised the puppy as a tri-colour Papillon. I had always wanted one and when Master had one day asked me if I would like a companion, and I had told Him yes, He had asked me what it would be. I had said a Papillon and here it was, sitting on my bed. Staring up at me with those big eyes. I patted its head again and gently rolled it over so I could see what gender it was. A boy. I had a boy Papillon puppy, thanks to my Master. I scooped the bundle of fluff up and carried it to the door, balancing carefully so I could open the door. It didn't open, and I remembered that Master had locked it last night. I went and sat back on the bed. I stayed with my puppy for what seemed like hours. Finally I heard the click of the lock and Master opened the door. He stood in the doorway and the puppy jumped off the bed and ran to Him. Master crouched to the pet the puppy, and lifted His eyes to meet mine. "Good morning, Luna." "Good morning, Master." "Are you hungry?" He walked over to the bed now and the puppy trotted behind Him. "Yes, Master. I wanted to thank you for the puppy -" "Yes, well, Luna. I'm not entirely sure you deserve him." I lowered my eyes. "I know, Master. What I did was wrong." somehow that didn't seem enough. "Did you learn anything from your punishment, Luna?" "Yes, Master, I did." He raised his eyebrow, a look that melts me. He sat on the bed next to me and the puppy tried to jump up with us, and failed. I reached down and scooped him up, giving him a kiss to the top of his head. He licked me appreciatively and I put him down on the bed. "Enlighten me, Luna." Master looked at me, holding my gaze, and smiled ever so slightly. I was relieved to discover my sin wasn't entirely unforgivable. I took a deep breath. "What I learned, Master, is that without You, my orgasms are empty. If You're not there, my pleasure is incomplete. It doesn't mean anything. I hated every minute of my punishment, Master, because my body was betraying what my mind was thinking. I didn't want to come anymore. I don't want to be responsible for my pleasure anymore. I just want You to control my pleasure..." I took another breath and continued. "I have no pride left, Master. No stubbornness. No bitching. I belong to You completely now." "Keep in mind, Luna, that I don't want a mindless zombie. But thank you for sharing with me how you feel. Unfortunately, it doesn't save you from what I have planned for you today." I tried to speak but he interrupted, gesturing to the dog. "Have you named him yet?" "I didn't know if I should, Master, or if You wanted to name him." Master smiled then. That crazy, brilliant smile I hadn't seen since yesterday morning. "Clever girl, Luna. You're learning." I knew what He meant. Six months ago, when I first met Him, I was stubborn and feisty, and that me would have named the puppy right away and would have punched the first person who tried to tell me I wasn't supposed to name a gift my Master gave me unless He told me I could. I smiled to myself remembering this. "What have you named him, Master?" "Jareth." I looked at him in confusion. "Jareth?" "Jareth." Master repeated. "While you were locked in here last night, I watched Labyrinth." There was a few seconds of silence. We looked at each other and then both burst out laughing. "Ok, Jareth it is." I scooped Jareth up and looked into his eyes. Deep brown, just like my Master's. "Alright, princess. Go have a shower and do your hair and makeup. I'll get breakfast going." "You don't wish me to cook it, Master?" "Not this morning, Luna. We have a long day ahead of us and we'll need to get going as soon as possible." "Ok, Master." I didn't dare question his plans for me, I knew he would reveal them to me in time. "When you get out, you can feed Jareth." I nodded, smiled, and walked to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and got in. I brushed my teeth, then washed my hair and body and made sure that no pubic hair besides a thin strip was present. In checking there was no excess hair, I brushed against my clit accidentally and the rush was electric. I knew better than to continue, though. I did not want last night's punishment ever again. I stepped out of the shower and examined my body in the full-length mirror. My breasts were large and full. They were 18DD, and before Master I had hated them. I felt they were too large and ruined every outfit I tried to wear. "It looks like a brick is stuck to my chest," I had once complained. Luckily Master was a 'breast man' and usually picked out flattering necklines when He chose my clothes each morning. I looked over the rest of my figure. Before I met Master, I hadn't been taking care of my body. I wasn't hugely overweight but I had been a little ... fuller figured for my height. Once I became Master's property, He insisted upon healthy meals and exercise and my body had become something to be proud of - flat stomach, toned arms and legs and a nice, tight butt. I smiled at my reflection and dried myself off thoroughly before dressing in the clothes Master had picked out for me: bra, no panties, a simple, black cap-sleeved v-neck tee with casual light blue jeans. It was not my usual outfit at all. I shrugged and put them on. Master must have a reason, everything He did was with purpose. I lugged my makeup toolbox from under the sink and quickly but carefully applied my makeup. I made sure to compliment the green eyes Master liked so much. I then pulled my hair - shoulder length and freshly dyed a dark red - into a pony tail and swept my fringe to the side. I smiled again at my reflection, proud of the image I saw, and trotted out to Master. " He was in the kitchen, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. He had eaten His breakfast and motioned for me to sit opposite him where an appetising breakfast of fresh coffee, toast with jam and a boiled egg sat waiting for me. I wolfed down my breakfast in record time, having been hungry since last night. "Still hungry, Luna?" Master smiled amusedly as I stared blankly at my empty plate. "Yes, Master," I answered honestly. "Make some more toast then," he said, and returned to his newspaper. I got up and put some bread into the toaster. "Master?" He looked up. "Do you want any?" "No, thank you, Luna." I nodded and busied myself with making the toast. I then sat down with a further two pieces of toast, sipping at the hot coffee occasionally and studied Master as I ate. He's gorgeous. There was no doubting that. He always looks good. Master has a shaved-bald head, which He attributes to His laziness in not wanting to maintain a hairstyle. I don't know how much truth is in this, but it has never bothered me. It looks good on him. He was also wearing a plain black tee this morning, and tight-fitting at that, but that wasn't unusual - Master has more plain black t-shirts than anyone I've ever met. He also has a rather large collection of leather pants, although He does wear plain black pants and blue jeans occasionally. Today He was wearing the plain black pants with boots. As I looked into His eyes, a thought occurred to me. "Master?" again, He looked up from His paper. "Where is Jareth? I'm supposed to feed him." "Jareth is sleeping, I imagine. Finish your coffee first, and then you can feed him." I nodded and continued sipping my coffee. When I had finished, I got up, took Master's plate and cup with mine to the sink and rinsed them. I would have to wash them when we got back from whatever we were doing today, I assumed. I then went to find Jareth. He was asleep on my bed again, although I could see now that Master had placed a dog bed in the corner of my room. I realised He must have put it there last night when He brought Jareth into my room. "Hey, buddy," I said, as he opened one eye to look at me. I laughed. "Time for food." The minute I said 'food', he was out of the room like a shot and at the dog bowl. "Master?" I called. He must have known what had happened because He called back, "The people that raised him taught him to stand by his bowl when you say food." "Is that wise? What if we weren't talking about his food?" Poor Jareth looked thoroughly confused, hearing the word 'food' so many times and was now pacing back and forth in front of his bowl. I filled it with food and checked to make sure he had water before going back to present myself to Master. "In answer to your question, I don't know if it is wise, but that's what they've done," he said, folding up his newspaper and placing it on the table. "You're ready, I presume?" "Yes Master," I nodded. "Good. Your shoes are by the door." I wasn't allowed to wear shoes inside most of the time as Master liked me to wear heels, which left marks on the floor. My shoes for the day could always be found by the front door. I went to investigate and found my pair of red ballet flats. Curiosity finally got the better of me. "Master, may I ask where we are going today?" Master smiled. "We're going to the park, Luna." The park? I nodded like I understood and then said, "Is Jareth coming?" "No, Jareth is having obedience lessons today." Master's smile widened. "Much like you." "Me, Master?" I had to be sure I had heard Him correctly. "I'm having... obedience lessons?" "Yes, Luna. Obedience lessons." "At the park?" "We are going to the park simply for a change of scenery. You are not going to have to do anything humiliating in public." Yeah, this time, I thought, remembering another time when He'd had me come in public after ignoring me the whole of dinner during our holiday. That had been a really shitty first day of holiday, but it had smoothed out afterwards, at least, and we'd had a really good time away. I nodded anyway and waited for Him to collect His things. He led me out the door and locked it, slipping the spare key under the mat. "For Jareth's trainer," He explained. The park wasn't far from our house, so we walked there, taking in the warm, sunny day and discussing trivial things in passing. He held my hand as we walked, which was a nice change in comparison to the number of times He'd walked me to the park on a leash. In due course we reached the park and Master lead me to one of the tables in the middle, next to the gardens. As we sat down, he pulled my collar out of his pocket and fastened it around my neck. It always amazed me the things that Master pulled out of his pockets, and I was sure there was many more useful objects hidden away there. I touched the collar, loving the feel of it. It was faux leather in a soft pink and had actually come with a hogtie, wrist and ankle restraints. I fingered the O-ring attached to the front before Master gave me The Look, and I put my hands back on the table. "Today, Luna," Master began, "You will be re-trained in a few areas. This is simply because after yesterday's little... incident... I feel perhaps you are in need of it." I nodded dumbly. This didn't sound at all fun. "The first we will address is speech. But before I go through all the trouble of re-training you, I feel I should ask if you are still happy to be my slave." I was shocked and I knew my eyes would have widened in horror. "Of course, Master!" He laughed and patted me lovingly on the head. "Just checking," He said. "So the first thing we will address is the way in which you speak to me. Do you remember how I explained this to you the first time?" I did. "Higher and lower levels of speaking as Your property, Master, Service mode and slave mode." "Can you give me an example of service mode?" "The way I speak to You usually, Master, addressing you as my Master. Saying, 'Master?' to get your attention to ask a question or express a thought. I am not supposed to use the words I and me but I do, Master," I said, hanging my head. "And to me, that is acceptable," He said. "I don't want a robot. But you have to remember how you are supposed to speak to me, should the need for proper speech arise. Can you give me an example of slave mode?" I thought for a moment, struggling to remember my training. He was right, of course, I had grown a little rusty on the formalities of it all, mostly because Master had never been big on formalities. "Addressing You as Master or Sir, asking your permission before asking a question or making a comment and saying 'Sir, thank you Sir' regardless of whether the answer was affirmative or negative." "Very good. And how do you refer to yourself in slave mode, Luna?" "As 'this slave', 'Your property' or 'her', Master." "Well done. Have a treat." He had pulled a bar of chocolate out of his pocket and was offering a piece to me. I took it gratefully. I hadn't had chocolate in a long time. "Thank you, Master." "How do you respond to a question in slave mode, Luna?" "If the answer is negative, then 'Sir, no Sir, thank You Sir' is appropriate, and 'Sir, yes Sir, thank You Sir' is appropriate if the answer is affirmative," I said carefully. I didn't want to screw up on this one. "Well done. And in service mode?" "Yes, Sir or No, Sir." We continued this way for some time, Him asking me various questions on responses in the two modes, and me responding to the best of my knowledge which, as it turned out, was still as good as it had been the first time He trained me. I didn't get anything wrong. I was thoroughly relieved; part of me had thought that if I had screwed up, it would show I was not worthy of Master or would otherwise reflect badly and Master would think poorly of me. He seemed to be happy with my answers though, and by the time He had finished interrogating me we had finished the chocolate bar between us. "You've done well, Luna. I can see you have remembered your training." "Yes, Master." I was careful not to simply nod, freshly aware I had been doing that too much lately. We had been at the park for an hour or so now, and we stayed for another hour while he questioned me about positioning of myself when with Him (such as walking behind him, to his right, as was his Dominant hand), addressing Master's Dominant and submissive friends and acquaintances and, oddly, addressing slave brothers or sisters. Eventually He looked at His watch and stated that Jareth would be finishing up his training as the woman wouldn't have come over until about an hour after we left home, and we should go home now to catch her before she left. We got home in around ten minutes and, as predicted, the woman was just wrapping up Jareth's obedience training. However, she was not the old, senile woman I had imagined - she was around my age and drop dead gorgeous. Master smiled warmly at her as we approached the house. "Hello, Carey," He greeted her. "Hi, David." Hearing the use of Master's birth name shocked me. I had always known His name, but I had never addressed Him by it. Even before He was my Master, I had considered Him to be, and had used His online alias instead. To me, calling Master by His name was an act of disrespect. Of course, she wasn't His slave or even His submissive, so there really wasn't any disrespect intended. "How's he going?" Master asked Carey, gesturing to Jareth. "He's doing pretty well for the first time. He seems to have got the hang of asking to go to the toilet outside, which is a pretty good start." "Great stuff." Master reached in to His pocket and fished out His wallet. After retrieving the cash and giving it to Carey, He gave her a kiss on the cheek and off she went. As soon as she had gotten in the car and driven away, Jareth turned his attention to me. "Hey, sweetie," I said as he attempted to jump up even though I was still standing. "She's not going to train him so that he won't jump up, is she?" I asked Master. "I hate it when people don't let dogs jump up on them. It's what they do." "I agree with you there. I'll make sure she leaves that bit out of his training," Master promised. We discussed what I had learned while we ate lunch, and Master said He was proud of me for remembering my training. When we had finished lunch, Master made me clear the table, then gestured for me to go over to His side of the table. I walked over and sat on His lap, facing Him. He kissed me deeply. "I forgot to tell you how gorgeous you look today, Luna," He said. "Simply ... ravishing." With that statement He reached down and lifted my shirt up and over my head, discarding it on the floor. Jareth, who had been watching us eat, seemed to take the hint and trotted off to sleep on my bed again. Master unhooked my bra and let that fall to the floor, too. He dipped His head and took one of my nipples, already hard, into His mouth. I sighed with pleasure as the feeling washed over me. He gently sucked my nipple and grazed it lightly with His teeth before turning His attention to the other one. I shivered with anticipation of what was to come. As He gently caressed my nipple with His mouth, and began to unfasten His pants. I undid the button and then pulled down the zipper, watching with delight as His hard dick sprang forth from its imprisonment. "May I?" I asked, and Master nodded. I slid off His lap and under the table, taking His impressive cock in my hungry mouth. I worked with my hand what I couldn't take in my mouth and sucked, flicking my tongue over the head every now and then just to hear him growl with pleasure. I gently grazed my teeth along the shaft and continued to suck, varying my pace and pressure until He was rocking into my mouth. I knew His orgasm was coming, and I quickened my pace to match His thrusts, trying my hardest to suppress the gag reflex. Four more thrusts and He came, growling with pleasure and grabbing a handful of my hair, only half of which was still in the ponytail now. I swallowed every last drop and checked the floor to make sure I hadn't spilt any. I hadn't, thank god. Master's cock didn't soften; it never seemed to, no matter how many orgasms I brought Him. He pulled me up by my hair and bent me over the table, roughly unzipping my jeans and yanking them down, struggling to get them off in a hurry. "I should have got you to wear a skirt," He said, as He finally pushed them over my feet and off completely. As usual I was not wearing underwear and as always, I was wet with anticipation, so His entry into my pussy was easy. He slid into me in one long thrust, leaving me breathless. He moved slowly, His cock still sensitive, but soon enough He picked up the pace and began pounding me into the kitchen table. I moaned loudly, making sure He knew how good He was making me feel. The harder and faster He fucked me, the faster my orgasm crept up, but He beat me to it, exploding deep inside me. I felt His cock twitch, and He removed Himself from Me. He lifted me up and lay me on my back on the table, and began to feast upon my clit, gently sucking and nibbling until I was thrashing around the table with incredible pleasure flowing through my veins like wildfire. He slipped two fingers inside my pussy and began to fuck me with them. I felt my orgasm again creeping up and was about to ask for permission to come, but Master said, "This is your reward, Luna, for being such a good girl. Come for me." A Gift Undeserved Ch. 02 And with that, I came, and hard. I screamed, clutching the edge of the table as my body convulsed. I felt my muscles constrict time and again as countless orgasms swarmed over me. Finally, my body stopped convulsing and my muscles stopped twitching, and Master withdrew His fingers from my body. Master smiled. "Better with me than by yourself, isn't it?" I knew He was referring to my orgasm, and I smiled back. "Yes, Master. It feels like nothing without you there." He offered His hands and lifted me from the table. I grimaced as I felt my wetness on His hands and He laughed. He kissed me passionately, and then picked up my clothes and handed them to me, doing up His own pants. "Now, Luna, if you'd be so kind as to do the dishes, I'll get this table cleaned." I shot Him a grin and went about filling the sink with water and dishwashing liquid. Today had been a very good day.