i finished cleaning the house, and looked at the clock. He would be home soon. i went upstairs, and stripped down. Now the collar. It was just a thin strip of black leather, with a loop for a leash, and a small bell, yet i could not bear to lose it. Reverently, i tied the beloved collar around my neck. i admired myself in the mirror for a moment, knowing that i was His most precious possession. i attached the leash, and went back downstairs. i got on my knees, knees apart, eyes down, hands outstretched with the end leash in my grasp. i heard His car pull up on the driveway, and felt myself get wet with anticipation. He told me that He would be picking up some stuff , and i wonder what He has planned for tonight.
***
I grabbed the bag from the back of my car and closed the trunk. Walking inside, I walked past her and put the bag down on the table. I looked back and saw her looking at me confused.
"I didn't tell you you could move, girl" I said, and, smiled as she immediately went back to how she was. I gathered a few things from the bag, and went upstairs. I came back downstairs, and placed the bag in the closet. Then, I walked back to her, and grabbed the leash. she looked at me, confused, and I just smiled.
"Hello, my doll." I say. she looks at me, relieved; she thought I was mad at her. I just pull her up, and kiss her. "We're going out tonight." I say. "you have 25 minutes to get ready. Dress causally, and do not go into my bedroom."
***
i smile, and nod, remembering that I have still not been given permission to speak, and He kisses me again. i melt into His arms; His kisses always leave me breathless. i smile at Him and look deeply into His eyes, that always keep me wanting more. i let go of Him, missing His touch already, and rush upstairs. i avoid His room, and take the long way around into the closet, and pull on a rather revealing black dress, and a pair of black heels, leaving my collar on. i pull my hair into a ponytail, and look at myself. Satisfied, I go downstairs, and kneel in front of him, waiting for him to acknowledge my presence.
***
I see her and smile.
"you look breathtaking, my love." I say, as I pull her up onto my lap. I can see her nipples poking through the flimsy fabric of her dress, and I begin playing with them. she moan, and I pinch them hard, making her squeal.
"did I tell you you could make a noise, slut?" I growl, and she looks scared, as she shakes her head no. I look at the time.
"I'll have to punish you when you get home, then. We have to go, now." I move her off my lap, and stand up, then I remove the leash and put it away.
"let's go, slut. you're not to stand up until we get outside." I say, then I walk towards the car, with her crawling miserably beside me.
***
Once we get outside, He allows me to stand up and kisses me, deeply and passionately.
"you may speak, pet." He says, in His deep, beautiful voice; just hearing it makes me want to submit to His will.
"thank you, Master" i say, softly, staring deeply into His loving eyes.
"you're welcome, pet." He says, "would you like to leave now?"
"Only if i'm with You, Master" i say, enjoying every moment that He looks at me with those eyes. He leads me to the car, and i sit down in the passenger seat, then He gets in, and starts driving.
"Open your legs, my love" He says, and I immediately spread my legs open. He puts His hand on my thigh, and begins to rub it softly.
i look at Him.
"may i moan for you, Master? Can your dirty slut show you how good You make her feel, Master?" i playfully beg. He smiles, and gives me permission, and i begin to moan softly, fully enjoying the feel of His hand on me. His hand begins to inch up my thigh, and quickly reaches my wet cunt, and i begin to moan louder, and involuntarily push my hips forward, wanting Him to rub harder and make me cum for Him. You begin to rub my sensitive clit, and i close my eyes and feel myself get really close to cumming.
"please, Master... oh it feels so good, please, let my cum for you, Master, let me cum, please... oh! So good..."
***
"No," I say, and I remove my fingers from her tight, sopping pussy.
"Not yet, slut. We're here." she moans pitifully, and looks at me pleading for me to allow her to cum.
"No, and that's final." I say. "and I don't want you to say another word." I get out, then open her door, and help her out, like a proper gentleman. I hold Her hand on the way into the restaurant, and we get a booth in the corner. she sits next to me, and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close to me. she leans against my chest, and wraps her arms around me, as I pet her and read the menu.
"Sit up, lift your skirt, and play with your pussy, slut." I whisper to her as the waitress comes. she blushes deeply, but follow orders, and starts whimpering softly, looking at me, silently begging to cum, when the food arrives. Alarmed, she looks at me, wondering if I will let her stop, but I just look away. The waiters finish bringing the food, and after they leave, I lean over and whisper in her ear,
"very good, slut. I might not have to punish you later. You may stop."
Relieved, she stops, and begins eating. Halfway through dinner, I reach under her skirt, begin to play with her clit, and I smile as she jumps, and tries to stifle the moan that erupted from her mouth.
"Is something bothering you, my pet?" I ask, and she immediately shakes her head and continues eating, trying, and failing, to ignore my actions. I feel her get close, and again, I stop. she whines mournfully as I remove my fingers, but I ignore her. Soon we are finished, and she asks to go to the bathroom. I act like I think about it for a bit, then allow her to leave, already guessing at what she's going to do, and I wait a few seconds, then follow.
***
He finally gives me permission to leave, and i rush off to the bathroom. i don't want to disappoint Him, but i cannot wait any longer, i need to orgasm, or i'll lose my mind. The bathroom is empty, so i slide into the first stall, and hitch up my skirt and begin to furiously rub my clit. Simultaneously, i slide 3 fingers into myself, and try to stifle my moans of pleasure as the door opens. Suddenly the door to my stall is pushed open, and He's standing there, with a pleased smile on His face. He picks me up from the chair, and fix my clothes, while I stand there, ashamed of myself. i try to ask Him for permission to speak with my eyes, but He either refuses, or doesn't notice, and then leads me out with His hand tight on my shoulder. i expect Him to yell at me once we reach the car, but He just looks at me, smiles, and begins to drive away. His actions actually scare me more than if He were mad at me, but i bite my tongue, and wait until we get home. i can't keep silent any longer, however, and as soon as we get to the house, i whisper,
"please forβ"