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Shopping Ch. 01

By: blueiii



Chapter 1: The Toy Store 

As a reward for getting shape, losing weight and, ultimately, hitting my goal weight, my Master rewarded me with a trip to Las Vegas to party. Always petite, I had reclaimed my former curves and was very proud to once again measure 36-27-36 on my 5'2" frame. At 5'10", Sire had always had a considerable size advantage on me. But what most people notice when they see us together is the contrast of our skin tones - my very pale skin and blue eyes compare to His beautiful chocolate-colored skin and intense brown eyes. Because of His size, commanding demeanor, and impeccable wardrobe, He is often mistaken for someone famous. To express His pride in my accomplishments, Sire had arranged a wonderful stay in a suite at the Venetian and purchased tickets to some amazing shows. We were in the middle of a fantastic four days. That day after lunch, He decided we would do some shopping.

His first stop was a store where they carry sex toys, videos etc. I knew that He was unhappy with the nipple clamps that I owned - they were very small - and He wanted to see what other options were out there. After looking around for a bit, He selected 4 different kinds of nipple clamps and asked the store manager if there was an area to "test them out." The manager smiled and pointed Sire to the back of the store where there were some dressing room type booths with curtains to pull closed.

I followed Sire to the back of the store, and when we reached an empty booth He put His hand at the small of my back and ushered me inside. He told me to take off my top and sit on a bench at the back of one booth. I started to pull the curtain closed, but He told me to leave it open. I took off the white cotton eyelet top and unfastened the black lace bra that peeked through the thin material. Once my top and bra were off, He smiled and removed from His pocket His own set of handcuffs. He turned me around and cuffed my hands together behind my back. I sat on the bench facing Him, feeling a bit nervous at this point.

A few customers were walking through the back of the store - some of them stopped for a longer look at what was going on. Sire took the first set of nipple clamps and asked me to tell Him what kind of pain they caused on a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being the worst). I tried to ask once more if He would please close the curtain. His response was curt, "Shut up. Unless you are giving me a number I don't want you to talk." I nodded and said, "Yes Sire."

The first pair was like the ones we've already used, only bigger. Sire placed His hand on my neck and pushed back - a sign to arch my back and make my 34D size breasts protrude forward. He flashed a smile at me with His beautiful white teeth, and then bit down hard on first the left, then the right nipple to make them hard. Wiping away His saliva with His hand, He quickly clamped my nipples and stood back to survey His handiwork. Instinctively, the pain made me lower my head. Sire placed His hand under my chin, lifted my head and said, "Well?"

"6 . . . . No, 7"

Sire laughed and tugged on the chain attached to the clamps. He played with them for a while, seeing how far He could stretch my breasts forward. At one point, when He noticed I was leaning forward, He placed His hand back on my neck and used the other to pull forward on the nipple clamps chain. 

"I think we can do better than a six." He removed the clamps quickly. Feeling the blood rush back into my nipples made me draw in a sharp breath. Immediately He replaced them with clamps that look like alligator clips wrapped in a plastic coating. Initially, they seemed to hurt less, but then the little teeth began to sink in farther.

"9"

"Nine! Oh come on! Nine?!" I looked up at Him and nodded my head, trying not to notice the 4 or 5 people standing behind Him just outside of our booth enjoying the show. 

When the last pair was in place, Sire asked me if I was enjoying myself. I shook my head no. He responded, "Are you sure? Because I think maybe you are." I said, "No Sire I'm not." 

Pulling up on my chin, Sire told me to stand. With another one of His taunting smiles on His face, He leaned in and whispered menacingly, "I can prove that you're enjoying this."

The people behind Him were murmuring and I heard a man say, "I bet she's dripping wet." With my hands still secured behind my back Sire put His foot between mine and kicked my legs apart. He unceremoniously unzipped my skirt and let it fall down around my ankles. Then, moving His body just to the side (in order to give our spectators a better view) He pulled down my thong, letting it drop to the floor. He gave the nipple clamps one more tug. Putting one hand on my ass, He pushed a finger up inside me.

I could see the faces of those watching this - some were gaping in disbelief, others looked like a pack of animals about to feed on a carcass. Just as one of them predicted, the wetness was visible on my thighs. Sire's finger moved in and out making a squishy vacuous sound. I tried to stand very still and not make a sound, but I could feel a moan building in me. Sire pulled out His finger and put it near my mouth. "Are you enjoying yourself wench?"

Opening my mouth, as I have been taught to do in this instance, He inserted His finger into my mouth so that I could lick my own juices. With my mouth full, I nodded and said, "Yes Sire."

The group of people behind us parted and the manager of the store was standing there with a small packet in his hands. "I just thought you might want to try these. They're weights that can be used with the clamps you're 'testing' now."

Sire smiled at the man and said, "Thank you. Very helpful."

He turned back to me and told me to step out of my skirt and thong. "Turn around for me wench, and bend at the waist."

When my back was to Him with my ass sticking in His direction, He opened the box given to Him by the manager. Taking small ball-sized weights from the box, He stepped around in front of me and pulled up on the chain attached to the clamps. He affixed the weights to the clamps and released the chain so that the clamps, now weighted down, were stretching my breasts even more. This is something new. "What do you think wench?"

"10 Sire"

Moving back behind me He smacked my ass hard. "Is that ALL you have to say?"

"Thank You Sire."

"That's better. Let's not forget our manners."

He surveyed this sight for a moment then said, "Hold that pose, I'll be right back." With that He left the booth, instructing those watching that there was "no touching - for now anyway." 

Never having been publicly humiliated in this way, it is difficult to describe what it was like to stand with every part of your body exposed to total strangers. A part of me knew that I was being given an opportunity to prove my obedience to Sire - but a part of me wanted to run away - or at least pull the curtains shut.

Sire returned to the booth with a bag in His hand. "Since you like those clamps so much wench, I purchased them along with the weights that you are enjoying so much right now." He reached around me and gave each weight a tug. 

"I picked up a few more treats for you as well. Since we're all here, let's see what we have"

From my vantage point, I could not see the items in Sire's bag as He took them out one by one. But I could hear the laughter from the group behind us. I heard the manager's voice again.

"Here you go. It's a loaner for today. I can make you a deal if you want it."

"No thank you," Sire said, "We have a very nice spreader bar of our own. This will do nicely for now."

After adjusting the length of the bar, Sire spoke to a man in the crowd, "Can you give me a hand here? I'll steady her if you would just slip her ankles into the straps and buckle them down."

If I thought that I had felt exposed before, that was nothing compared to now. My short legs were spread as wide as possible while still allowing me to balance. Removing another item from the bag, Sire began to strap a contraption onto my upper thighs. I knew instantly what this was, since Sire and I had discussed just such a device before. This "butterfly" was a vibrator that could be position directly over my clit. Operated by remote control, Sire would be able to increase the intensity of the vibrations from up to 15 feet away, allowing Him to bring me to the verge of orgasm over and over again with no relief.

Although I dreaded this new scenario, I was almost grateful to have a distraction from the pain I was feeling in my nipples. I had never had nipple clamps on for more than four or five minutes, and never with weights. Each time I thought about my nipples, the pain would bring tears to my eyes. I would think about pleasing Sire, anything just to refocus away from the pain.

Sire was inches away from my pussy, adjusting the butterfly so that the vibrating bullet was perfectly positioned over my already hardened clit. He switched the remote on and I jumped from the immediacy of the pleasure pulsing through me. The movement made the weights on the nipple clamps swing sending another shock of pain through me. He smiled and said, "Wow, new batteries. I didn't think it would start out so fast!" He slowly eased back on the vibrations, watching me and reminding me, "Don't you dare cum without permission wench."

"I won't Sire."

As Sire played with the remote of His newest toy, I tried to fill my head with all sorts of trivial things to distract myself from my body's impulses. As the vibrations increased, the moaning started at the back of my throat. With my breath increasing, I said, "Sire may I please cum?"

"No."

I moaned in frustration. Sire slapped my ass again and said, "Are you questioning my instruction?"

"No Sire, it's just . . . it's very hard . . . oh god, I just would like to cum. please?"

"Not yet wench. Soon enough."

While I inched closer and closer to going over the edge, I heard Him pull something else out of the bag. A man behind me said, "Oh, oh man!" I thought to myself that there was just one thing I didn't want this new item to be. Sire knows me so well, He knows that I may be able to hold off an orgasm for quite a while, so long as there is no anal stimulation involved. But for me, anything inserted into my ass while my clit is aroused makes it almost impossible for me to control my orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shuts, making the tears leak out of the corners and thought, "Please don't let it be a butt plug."

Sire was sitting in front of me. "Open your eyes!" He barked. I saw Him holding a hard acrylic butt plug just slightly larger than the largest one we owned. This one had a cord coming out of it with small rectangular control attached to the other end of the cord. He smiled again, "It vibrates." He watched with a twisted amusement as my eyes got bigger.

"Sire - I want to obey You. But You know how difficult this is for me. Please allow me to cum."

"NO."

He pushed the plug into my pussy to take advantage of my wetness. Then He placed the edge at the opening of my ass and asked, "Ready?" Before I could answer He was pushing it into me with excruciating slowness. Was it my imagination or were the vibrations becoming more intense?

I couldn't be silent any longer. All the different sensations in my body were firing. I looked down at my breasts, stretched and hurting. My nipples looked red and raw and felt like they were being sliced from me. Between my legs I say the butterfly torturing me and I was helpless to remove it or close my legs together. I felt the widest part of the butt plug slipping into my ass and cried out when my muscles closed over the end of the plug. My legs were beginning to shake. Sire had a hand on my shoulder to steady me.

With my breath coming in increasingly ragged spurts, I asked again, "Sire, please, oh please, may I cum? Please, oh god, please?"

"As long as you understand wench, that once you start I will decide when you stop."

"Yes Sire, yes. Please, may I . . ."

"you may wench."

Before He could get the last word out, Sire turned on the remote to the butt plug. The vibrations soared to a throbbing pulse and I was instantly pushed over the edge. I began to grunt and moan from the pleasurable intensity of it all. My hips were thrusting forward grotesquely and I was trying to pull my knees together. I would have gone down on my knees if Sire had not been there with His arm across my shoulders steadying me. I felt another wave of orgasm hit me but it was so intense that I wanted it to stop. My nipples were straining from the weight on the clamps. Somehow I bit my tongue. I begged Sire incoherently, "Please Sire, please stop. Oh, oh, please stop, I can't . . . I don't want. Oh god, please."

Then it stopped. My ass was pulsing around the butt plug. Sire was holding me steady while the other man from before unbuckled the spreader bar restraints. Sire sat me down on the bench and released my hands from His cuffs.

"Get yourself dressed. Leave the plug and butterfly in place."

I looked down at my breasts. Sire reached down and unclamped His newest purchase. I heard myself let out a small sob from the pain. When I reached for my clothes, my thong was gone. Whether Sire had given it away or someone had taken it, I don't know. I put on my skirt, tucking the remote for the butt plug discretely in the pocket, put on my bra and managed to button my shirt.

As we walked to the front of the store, several customers glanced over at us. Some were discreetly watching me; others were coming forward to greet Sire. A few of them thanked Him for the "show."

With a nod to the manager, Sire put His hand at the small of my back and led me outside.

Shopping Ch. 02



Disclaimer:

As always, this story is a fantasy and is not intended to bear any likeness or similarities to anyone. All participants are over 18. All rights to the content are held by the author and cannot be shared or copied without explicit consent.

A continuation of the fantasy started in Shopping. It continues where the previous left off. 

*****

Shopping: Returns

Next time came sooner than she'd expected. She was in the middle of a crazy busy Saturday afternoon when she felt a presence behind her. 

"Hi pet," 

"Sir," she exclaimed, as she blushed crimson. "I can't play today," she whispered. "It's too busy."

"You say that like you have a choice," he replied, his eyes crinkling in laughter. She was surprised at the sudden quiver that ran through her body, followed immediately by a wave of anxiety. "But," he reassured. "I'm not about to make you lose your job, so I'll let you get back to your work." He turned to leave, but paused as though just remembering something. "Oh, I almost forgot." He crossed back to her. "Before I leave." He slid his hand down the front of her leggings. 

"You can't," she began but he shushed her with a finger to her lips. 

"Shhh, you don't want to draw any attention, do you?"

She cast around furtively, hoping to god no one noticed what he was doing - thankfully everyone seemed to be enthralled in their own shopping. Initially she thought he was just checking to see if she was wearing panties or not. She'd learned her lesson and had skipped them. Thank god, she thought imagining a repeat of the other day's spanking in today's very busy store. But this was more than that. He had something in his hand as he cupped her mound, she could feel the contoured rubber against the rising wetness of her lips. 

"Wha?" she mouthed as she stared up into those startling green eyes. He gave her a wink as he slipped his hand out leaving 'whatever it was' behind in the process. 

"Now," he instructed. "You are not to remove that. Do you understand?"

She nodded warily. What the hell is it, she wondered? But he wasn't staying to answer questions and she heard the manager calling and asking if she was free. She frowned to herself as she left to assist the lady the manager was speaking with. At least 'whatever the hell it is' doesn't pinch, she decided as she led the woman through the store toward the workout wear. 

The answer to her unspoken question came a few minutes later while she searched a rack for the woman's size. It started as a gentle shiver against pussy, barely noticeable as she moved around but there nonetheless. Her eyes went wide at the little tickle against that sensitive flesh as her juices flowing. Oh my god, she thought in horror. He didn't! 

But he did. She whirled around looking for him, figuring he had to be close by. But she couldn't find him. 

"Are you alright?" the lady she was helping asked concerned. 

"Huh? Oh," she stammered back trying not to squirm at the increasing vibration between her legs. "Sorry, just thought I heard my name." 

"Um, okay." The woman accepted her answer but continued to look at her like she might be unwell. 

"Found your size," Amanda exclaimed hoping to distract the woman from her own odd behavior. 

"Perfect, I'll just try it on."

She led the woman to the fitting rooms trying her best to walk normally as the vibration continued to stimulate her clit. Opening the door, she turned to usher the woman in and found her eyeing her oddly. 

"Are you sure you're doing all right," the woman asked again?

"I'm fi..ine," blushing as her voice rose an octave as the vibration suddenly intensified. Oh god, she thought, please stop, please! Her breathing came quickly as she tried to control her reactions but it was no use. The little toy was teasing the hell out of her and she was sure she was beginning to soak through her leggings. The customer cast around seeing who was close by before pushing Amanda into the fitting room. 

"Get in here before you lose it completely," the woman prompted and pulled the door shut behind them. The intensity of the vibe levelled off a bit and Amanda was able to catch her breath. 

"It's not what you think," she began but the woman cut her off. 

"Please," she said sarcastically as she pulled the front of Amanda's leggings forward and peered down.

"Hey," Amanda protested in outrage, but the woman cut her off. 

"It's exactly what I think, you little slut."

Before Amanda could snap back in anger, the little device began to intensify again. The sensations against her labia and clit left her groaning in pleasure, curling at the waist as her hands pressed between her legs pushing the toy harder against her pussy. So wrapped in the pleasure the device was causing, Amanda completely missed the hungry look flowering in the other woman's eyes.

"Oh, you poor thing," the woman teased as she brushed a stray hair from Amanda's eyes. "You're getting so close aren't you?"

Amanda, confused at the woman's words, simply nodded between groans of pleasure. 

"Mmmm," the other woman purred as she moved close. "Let's see if Mama can't help make things better." Before Amanda could even think of reacting, the woman's long manicured fingers began massaging her breasts through thin fabric of her shirt. The caressing touches, even over her bra, intensified the sensations already radiating from her vagina and Amanda's objections were replaces by a low moan of pleasure. "That's it," the woman encouraged. "Just let Mama make everything feel better."

Amanda's shirt soon found its way to the floor, quickly joined by her bra and leaving her completely topless. The vibe was pulsing now, moments of relative calm followed by waves of powerful urgency. Mama continued to cup and massage her petite breasts; her long nails periodically teasing across the hardening flesh of her nipples. Amanda leaned into Mama's arms. 

"Oh, that can't be comfortable," Mama soothed. Her blouse and bra soon joined Amanda's on the fitting room floor and Amanda found herself pillowed against Mama's ample cleavage, warm and comforting as she rode wave after wave of arousal, closing on her impending climax. 

And that's when it hit her, with the toy vibrating harder than ever and Mama tormenting her sensitive nipples. Her whole body stiffened as the orgasm crashed through her. Only Mama's quick thinking, burying Amanda's face in the soft flesh of her breasts - muffled the screaming ecstasy that ripped from Amanda's throat. 

Mama held her close as she rode the tidal wave of sensations that flooded through her body. Mama continued to hold her as the climax began to finally subside and the poor girl's exhausted muscles began to unlock and she slumped in Mama's arms. 

A gentle knock at the fitting room door drew their attention, and Amanda surged to her feet in panic. Oh god, she thought. I'm so getting fired. 

"Yes?" Mama called out, doing her best to calm the nearly distraught girl. 

"Surprise Pet," came a familiar voice and Amanda surged toward the door, opening it hurriedly. Sir stood smiling on the other side. "Ladies," he greeted his gaze taking in the scene before him, Amanda uncomfortably trying to cover her naked breasts while Mama stood proudly exposed. "This turned out better than even I expected," he added with a laugh. "Thank you," he added to sincerely to Mama and she took the proffered hand. 

"A pleasure," she replied civilly. 

"Well not yet, I'm sure," he countered with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "What do you think pet? Doesn't the nice lady deserve to be properly thanked?"

Amanda looked on momentarily confused, but Mama understood immediately and grinned back at Sir. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all, you've earned it." 

Amanda watched in continued confusion as Sir pulled the door shut and left them alone in the small room. She turned questioningly to Mama only to find her stripping her jeans and panties off. Amanda had a moment of distraction as she took in the older woman's beautiful curves and neatly trimmed bush while Mama lounged comfortably on the fitting room bench. 

"Are you just going to stand there pet?" she inquired. "I believe your Master said you were to thank me."

"Oh," Amanda gaped realizing what she was being asked to do. "Um... I don't know... I've never."

Mama shook her head in amusement before the smile disappeared from her face. "You silly little slut. It's not a request. Get on your knees and start eating my pussy." Amanda blinked at the change in Mama's tone, and slowly dropped to her knees. Hesitantly she began crawling towards Mama's exposed sex. 

With a sigh of frustration, Mama grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her face into her vagina. "Now! Lick."

Amanda, nearly overwhelmed by the scent of Mama's arousal, did as she was told. Her first taste of another woman's pussy filled her mouth with a strange salty-sweetness that clung to her tongue. Surprised at the flavour she couldn't decide if she liked it or not yet still found herself lapping deeper as she tried to decide. The strokes of her tongue as she quested for more soon had Mama purring in joy and she began grinding her pelvis into pet's suckling mouth. 

"Good girl," Mama purred. "Good girl, drink Mama's pussy."

Mama's pressure on her head became harder and more demanding as her arousal rose. Amanda soon found herself sucking and licking in earnest as she did her best to bring the woman off. It was actually a slip that gave Amanda the key. Off balance she'd slipped up higher than she intended when Mama pulled her and found her mouth over Mama's engorged clit. The nub was clearly aroused and as she sucked back Mama groaned in excitement. 

"Fuck, right there pet. Right there."

Amanda sucked the little nub harder, catching it between her teeth and sending Mama writhing on the stool. She raced her tongue across the little bud, enjoying the way Mama's breathing caught every time she made contact with it. Feeling in control for the first time since Sir inserted his toy, Amanda lost herself in the moment. She adored the feeling of power that came with making Mama buck and writhe. She played, sucked and teased her excited clit while Mama's arousal ran in sticky streams down her chin.  

Mama gagged herself with the discarded workout top, in an effort to quiet her own mounting climax and before Amanda realized she was coming, she found herself roughly pulled into the older woman's groin. Fluid splashed into Amanda's mouth shocking her and causing her to cough and sputter before she found herself reflexively swallowing the liquid. 

Not sure what else to do, Amanda kept licking and drinking at Mama's pussy until the woman finally released the pressure on her head and gently pushed her away. "That's enough pet," she gasped. "That's enough."

Amanda sat back on her heels and watched the exhausted woman catch her breath. "Was that okay?" she asked nervously. 

Mama smiled back warmly. "More than okay pet,"

The ladies did their best to clean themselves up and make themselves look presentable. The workout shirt Mama had used as a makeshift gag saw double duty as towel to clean her sodden pussy and the juices from Amanda's face. "I'll be purchasing this by the way," she commented with a smile. "Something to remember this wonderful shopping trip with."

Amanda blushed as Mama left the fitting room.



Shopping Ch. 03



Disclaimer:

As always, this story is a fantasy and is not intended to bear any likeness or similarities to anyone. All participants are over 18. All rights to the content are held by the author and cannot be shared or copied without explicit consent.

A continuation of the fantasy started in Shopping and Shopping Ch.02. It continues where the previous left off. 

The focus on this chapter is on spanking and orgasm denial. Hope you enjoy. 

*****

Shopping: Final Sale

Amanda worked out the rest of her shift without further incident, though she was certain the small group of College guys she served shortly after the fitting room incident could smell sex on her. They brushed up against her a lot and were obviously distracted by her, making all sorts of teasing and inappropriate comments. They managed to make her blush once or twice but left without taking things any further. 

She had just left work when a car pulled up beside her, her pulse quickening when she realized it was Sir. He gave her a wide smile as the passenger window opened. She blushed, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. 

"Alright pet," he began. "This has been a lot of fun and all, but it's time for things to ramp up. I'd like you to get in, but," he added as she hesitantly reached for the door. "If you do, you need to understand that things are about to get much more intense." She blinked at him as she processed what he was saying. "If you get in," he continued. "I'm going to treat you like a slutty little fuck doll. I'm going to use you in every way I can think of and it's not going to be gentle." He watched her for a moment before continuing. "The decision is yours," he added. "No hard feelings if you decide not too."

Amanda was torn. She was terrified to imagine what he'd do with her and yet, she couldn't deny the shiver of anticipation his words caused nor the trickle of moisture that began to form between her legs. While she was still trying to decide, her body seemed to run on autopilot. She watched herself reaching for the door and climbing into the passenger side. 

As the car pulled away, she wondered what she'd just agreed too. She wondered that again when they pulled up in front of the hotel and he led her through the lobby. The hotel was upscale and she definitely felt out of place in her work clothes. Thankfully, it was early evening and there weren't too many people around. Still it felt like every eye in the place was on her as she followed him to the elevators and waited impatiently for them to arrive. Finally, with a cheerful 'bing' the doors opened and he gestured for her to enter spanking her ass playfully as she passed him, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from her. 

She whirled around to face him just as the doors were closing and found he'd crossed close into her space. His hand snaked around her and caught her hair from behind, painfully jerking her face up towards him. The kiss he placed on her lips was rough and deep. His tongue slipped past her lips with fevered intensity, he seemed prepared to consume her. 

"Little slut likes to tease, doesn't she?" he growled while pulling her hair hard to expose her throat. "You're in trouble now my little fuck toy. The things I'm going to do to you." His free hand clawed painfully into her ass as he brought his teeth to bear on her exposed throat. His teeth nipped painfully at the soft flesh of her collar and neck while his hands mauled across her body. 

The elevator 'binged' again and he pulled away leaving her breathless and aroused. Stepping from the elevator he cast a quick glance back.

"Come," he commanded with a snap of his fingers. She hurried to obey even as he strode away down the hall. 

He led her into a room at the end of the hall, a suite he explained as she marvelled at the amount of space. She noted the suitcase he had sitting on the rack to the side and realized that he'd prepared for her. She glanced at him nervously as she tried to get a look in the case. He caught her intention and smiled wickedly. 

"Those are just the toys for later, Pet."

She swallowed hard. "Toys?" she asked, her voice cracking. 

"Toys," he agreed. "Things to make this more fun for both of us. But," he added as he made himself comfortable in the overstuffed chair in the sitting area. "First we need to have an understanding."

"Um... okay?" She moved to sit on the couch.

"Stop!" She froze in place and looked questioningly at him. 

"Rule #1," he explained. "Sex slaves kneel at their master's feet." He gestured to the ground and she gave a little frown.

"But...," she began but was interrupted as he lunged forward, grabbed her and roughly pulled her over his knee. 

SMACK! She yelped as his hand made contact with the fabric clad cheek of her ass. 

"Slaves do as they're commanded," he announced.

SMACK! She yelped again.

"Immediately," he continued. "They don't hesitate." SMACK! "They don't consider." SMACK! "Do you understand?"

"Yes," she managed as the tears flowed down her cheeks.

SMACK! "Yes, Sir! Is the correct answer, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir!" she whimpered. 

"Good girl." His hand rested gently on her still stinging cheek as he began to caress her. "Good girl," he repeated, softer. "Now, kneel and we'll get through the last of the rules."

Sliding off his lap she knelt before him and waited for him to continue. Something told her - instinct, fantasy, to many online stories - something told her to keep her eyes down while he stroked his fingers through her hair. 

"Right, the slave kneels. The slave never disobeys." He turned her face towards him and stared coldly into her eyes. "And if a slave disobeys, what do you think happens Pet?"

"She's punished," she whispered.

"I can't hear you?"

She cleared her throat. "She's punished," she repeated louder. 

"Exactly," he agreed. "She's punished. And that may be a spanking or it may be worse." She found herself squirming as she knelt. Something about those cold, cruel words sent shivers through her. Fuck, she thought, what the hell's wrong with me?

"Stand!" 

She did as quickly as she could. 

"Good girl," he praised as he reached for her hips and pulled her towards him. His hands slid caressingly up her body towards her collar. "A slave is always naked," he continued as he suddenly ripped her shirt. She gasped in surprise even as the tearing sound of fabric echoed in the empty room. "Unless the master says otherwise," he continued as he made short work of her bra and leggings. 

She made to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands but he caught her wrist before she could.

"Ah, ah," he cautioned with a shake of his head. "Everything you have is mine," he explained as he got to his feet. "Mine to look at. Mine to play with." He moved around examining her from every angle before moving in close from behind and whispering in her ear. "And mine to fuck." 

His warm breath sent shivers through her body as his hands reached for her breasts. "Do you understand?" he asked, as he kneaded the soft flesh. "These perky little tits," he caressed her nipples, her eyelids closing as she moaned. "These sensitive little nipples are mine. I can play and tease them, or I can punish them." He roughly pinched both sensitive nubs and she cried out, her ass pressing against his hardening cock as she bent forward. 

Releasing her nipples he pulled her back upright. "I wonder how horny this is all making you?" His right hand circled her throat while his left slipped down to her pussy, his fingertips parting the puffy lips of her labia. "Fuck, you are a little slut aren't you?" he whispered. "Look how fucking wet this is making you." 

He pressed his fingers to her mouth and she tasted her own salty-sweetness on them. "How do you taste, slut?" He dipped his fingers deeper into her pussy again. "You're like a bitch in heat," he commented as she soaked his fingers again before sliding them back into her mouth. This time she moaned softly. 

His hand moved back to her pussy, his fingers teasing the nub of her clit before sliding along the now soaking lips teasing but refusing to penetrate. "Say it," he whispered. "Tell me you're a slut."

"Uhhhhh," she moaned as he teased and probed. "I am... I am a slut. Sir." 

"Who's slut?" he asked as his fingers slipped deep inside her. 

"Your slut," she moaned. "I'm your slut. Sir."

He fingered her and teased her as she writhed against him, his talented fingers bringing her closer and closer to climax. Her wetness ran down the inside of her thighs while drool escaped her lips every time his wet fingers slid between them. She moaned in approaching ecstasy. Her nipples rose hard from her breasts. Her breathing became ragged. Closer and closer she neared. 

He stepped away from her suddenly and she collapsed to the ground. The approaching climax simply faded away.

"Fuck!" she yelled in frustration.

"I didn't say you could cum yet, you presumptuous little slut." 

"You bastard..." Her words were replaced with yells of outrage when he suddenly grabbed her and tossed her facedown across the chair. She tried to get up, but his strong hand on her back pushed her down while he slid his belt free and quickly doubled it over. 

SMACK! 

She cried out in surprise and pain as the leather belt left a red welt across her bare ass.

"Count!" he demanded.

"What?"

"Count!" he repeated. 

"One," she finally managed, hoping she understood what he wanted. 

SMACK!

"Two," she gasped after crying out. 

SMACK!

Knowing it was coming seemed to make it ... seemed to make it better, she realized and she found herself groaning as she called out "Three."

SMACK!

Grunting in pain and pleasure she moaned her arousal.

"Count!" he demanded.

"Four," she groaned breathlessly.

SMACK!

"Mmmmmm, five."

SMACK! Fire exploded along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as the belt struck low.

A strange combination of yelp and moan tore from her lips as he she felt her pussy gush in excitement. 

"Six," she managed weakly. 

"You really are a kinky little slut, aren't you?"

SMACK! Her vagina stung and throbbed as the belt found its mark. 

"Seven," she moaned in ecstasy. "Yes sir," she managed. 

"You're leaving a fucking puddle on the chair."

SMACK!

"Ohhhh god," she groaned. "Eight." 

"Should I stop now?" he tormented.

SMACK! Her ass burned again. 

"Nine. Please sirrrr, don't stop."

"One more you horny fuck toy. You ready?"

SMACK!! The belt slammed hard across her exposed cheeks. Her back arched as she screamed and moaned in an ecstasy just this side of a climax before collapsing against the chair.

"Ten," she whispered exhausted. "Thank you sir."

To Be Continued