My Master Piecce | 2016

You walked into the poorly lit room and the instant I grabbed your hair, you knew you were in for a wild ride. “You will not speak unless spoken to and you will call me sir” I said, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. My breath hot on your nape and in a panic you said “Yes” which earned you the first of many spankings. Your black hooker heels matched perfectly the bra and thigh black stockings that then highlighted your perfect triangle. No panties. Good Girl. Scanning the room, I quickly notice it is in disarray. This will not do.

“Clean this mess up, and clear off the chair so I have a place to sit” “Yes sir” You focus on the task all while presenting your sweet little ass, trying to tempt me into being kind to you. Your plan fails because I know you are a slut. A dirty little whore. You think of other boys while fucking other boys. You need me to fuck the bad girl out of you. You want to know you are the best girl. But, you need to see the lines. You need to be used the right way. This night you will be be my cum slave. A slave who chooses to stay with the Master is the best slave of all. A slave who is scared of what they might do to themselves should they be on their own. My mind wanders on a bit while my cock throbs at the sight of your hot little body bending and reaching; like a flower in the summer breeze you suck me out of your siren show of cleaning for me.

“Now, dance for me”, I command “Put a stripper song on and dance for me in front of the mirror” You as always are quick to comply. Time stops as your hips swing. I am smitten. “You are a very Good Girl, so that is why I am going to have to be very strict with you do you understand? Come take my belt off” “Yes, sir” you kneeled and and began to undo my belt, but you were such a greedy slut you began to undo my pants. You see the the look in my eyes so you stand up and recoil just in time to catch the belt on your bare ass. “That is not what I asked you to do” As I fold the belt in half. I recline back in the chair content for the moment that your lesson has been learned and say “Face me and dance” your sweet suby smile melts my heart and I take solace in the fact that some lines have been established. “Do you want to suck my cock?” Without a hesitation you reply “yes, please sir” Standing up and unzipping I ask you to get on your knees. “Grab your hooker heels and do not let go” I grab the back of your head and push my cock about halfway into your mouth. “Why do you have such a small mouth? Hmmm that’s ok I can make this work” I work your wet mouth around my swollen and aching cock just enough to see your eyes start to water. I press it deep, greedy to see if you can take it all as you gag and your eyes begin to really tear up. My hands tangled in your hair, I pull you off my cock; your hands still gripping your heels. Such.a.good.fucking.girl. At least that is what you want me to think… I have my doubts and suspicions. “Bend over the bed and rub your pussy for me” I sit back down in the chair and begin to stroke myself to your blatantly whoreish exhibitionism. I am silent long enough that I feel you are lost in your own mind and pussy. “Who are you thinking about right now” ...hesitantly “yyyou ssir” Your little slut voice quivers Your once fuiously moving hand now freezes on your mound and you are still as a doe in the headlights. “Oh really?” with condescension “mmmhhmmm” you mumble lie “What was that, what the actual fuck was that?!!!?” “I mean, YES SIR!” you are panicking and I can smell the fear like a sweet perfume in the air. “Let me ask you again: Who and what were you thinking about?” “A.. boy... I met online” your lips trembles “A boy? You met online? How do you think that makes me feel, are you trying to make me feel bad?” “NO SIR” “Are you trying to piss me off?” “NO SIR” “What were trying to do then?”

“I was trying to cum for you sir, like you asked”

“Like I asked? Two things: One, I did not ask you to cum for me, yet. Two, I do not remember asking you think of other boys… Do look like a cuck to you?”

“Absolutley not Sir!” You wimper and whisper.

In a few swift strides I clear the room with my belt in hand, my hand raising it in the process it comes down across your freshly recovered ass with a loud slap and your ass begins to return to its proper red slut color as I pepper it with perfect spanks.

With your ass glowing and still leaned over the bedside, I ask you to place both your hands behind your back and I use my belt to bind your forearms together behind your back, leaving the belt end sticking out for more control. Your arms crossing and face down ass up, I reach into the nightstand drawer and grab a black sharpie that I uncap and write the words “Cum Slut” across the renaissance red backdrop that was formerly known as your ass, but is well on its way to being my masterpiece.

“Pleasure or Pain?” I ask

“Pleasure, si...” you pant.

But before you can finish two of my fingers are buried in your wet pussy as you gasp in surprise pleasure.

“Now who are you thinking about?” As you arch back into my hand. “Only you sir, I’m so sorry sir” "Yes you are aren't you" "Very Sir"

My dick is rock hard now and your pussy swollen and soaked, with a slight repositioning my cock trades places with my fingers and again you gasp and throw your head back just as you feel the head of my cock against your horny pussy folds. "Would you like to cum?" "Yeeeess Sir!" "Beg for it" "Please fuck me, please pound my tight little pussy please let me cum for you!!!"

"Not yet"

"I promise to only think of your cock, I love your fat cock!"

I plunge myself into you and with one hand enmeshed in your hair and one hand on the belts tail end as I hate fuck the bad girl out of you.

"Beg...Louder"

I've been such a bad little slut!!!! I NEED YOUR CUM PLEASE USE MY HOLES, FUCK MY HOT CUNT, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT"

"Good girl, cum now"

You scream into the mattress as I fuck you until your pussy soaks the sheets under you, and just as streams of white hot cum start to rip from my tip and drip from your pussy, I split the load. Half in your aching cunt and half to finish my masterpiece.