Sunlight crept into the room, spilling through the cracks of the window blinds, urging Angela's eyes to open. Snuggling into the warmth of the covers, she lay in the bed a few moments longer, savoring the smell of her Master that lingered on the tangled sheets. He had left a couple hours previously, heading to work, and had wakened her briefly to kiss her gently and tell her how much he loved her. It was Friday, and they had the whole weekend ahead of them.
Thoughts of her Master immediately warmed her heart, causing it to swell with pride and admiration. She had known no one like him. He had come into her life with the unexpectedness of a spring storm in the middle of the night; thunderously, bold, and imposing; that makes one appreciate the coming day's sunshine as even more luminous. Their relationship had had much the same essence since-overall comfort, sprinkled with occasions of stormy sexual encounters when he treated her like a common filthy whore one moment, and then like his cherished child the next.
Stretching languorously, Angela threw the covers off of her and climbed out of bed. She went to the kitchen, started some coffee brewing and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and relieve her bladder. Once she had finished, she returned to the bedroom to carry out her morning ritual that her Master had imposed on her. Every morning he requested that she masturbate herself to near orgasm and then stop. She loved it and she hated it. Master claimed it was discipline: to teach her self-control. She secretly thought it was the sadistic pleasure it gave him to deny her.
Lying back across the bed, she splayed her legs open wide. She felt her nipples stiffen in anticipation and she reached her hands up to touch them and tease them. Tracing her fingertips around her nipples in slow, deliberate circles, she languished in the tingle it produced until her nipples were hyper-sensitive, and then she pulled them between her thumb and forefinger, rolling them around tightly until she began moaning softly from the exquisite sensations flooding through her body. She was unconsciously thrusting her pussy upward as if her Master were there, invisible to her, ready to ream her tender insides with his massive cock.
She could feel the moistness spreading within her and she reached a hand down between her spread legs, dipping her middle finger inside her wetness and spread it all over her puffy pussy lips, tracing the lines of her flesh with meticulous attention. Her left hand was still entertaining her nipples, alternating each one with pinches and twists, tugging at them relentlessly. They were hard and begging for her Master's tongue and teeth.
She slid a finger deep inside herself, moaning and arching her back, needing to get fucked, moving it in and out of her tight hole. She slipped a second finger in and fucked herself at her leisure; her breath becoming ragged as need crept into her body and soul. Her left hand was becoming furious in its abuse of her nipples: pinching hard, pulling tight, and twisting savagely. She pulled her fingers out from her salivating cunt and drew a finger up to her clit, stroking it lightly...fast...a little harder...faster. She gasped as frenzied lust overcame her; her body was on fire with desperate need. Her legs were trembling and somehow words found their way to her lips as she whispered achingly, desperately, pleadingly "Master...Master..." as if he could somehow hear her and allow her to cum.
With an anguished groan she ripped her hands away from her cunt and nipples, grabbing the covers and clenching them in her fists tightly as she writhed in agony, desperate to cum. He loved it when she was exactly like this: her body on fire and alive with raw, animal lust. She felt like a bitch in heat, a wanton whore who would do anything he asked or demanded to release the primal urges coursing through her body and he knew it.
Her cunt was continuing to leak its juices, seeping down the crack of her ass. She lay there gasping, trying to regain control of her senses, still clenching the bed covers. Damnit, she wanted to cum. She wanted to cry. She needed to cum.
Slowly, her fingers uncurled from the bed covers and she drew in a shaky breath. The worst was over. She would carry the dull ache with her until her Master allowed her the pleasure of release. He had taught her that he owned her pleasure: and he owned her pain.
She closed her legs together, pressing them tight, and slowly scooted off of the bed. Her legs felt wobbly when she stood up. She took a deep breath and started for the closet to gather the clothes she would wear today.
Once she was dressed, Angela went about her usual routine. She fixed a cup of coffee, sipping the hot brew slowly and thought about her Master, immediately feeling a tug in her cunt. Her panties were moist with her arousal, but she tried not to think about it. She walked into her Master's study and sat down at their shared desk and began working.
She was trying to become a published freelance writer. She had submitted several items to various magazines and publications, but as yet had not had any of her work accepted.
A few hours later the ringing of the telephone jarred her from her thoughts. She pushed away from the desk and went to the phone, looking at the Caller I.D. box. She smiled. It was her Master calling.
"You dirty, filthy cumslut..." He greeted her. Her cunt throbbed in response.
Angela listened to the words of her Master through the telephone. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as she replaced the receiver. She strolled into their shared bedroom and stripped out of her clothes. Once she was completely naked, she extracted the items he had requested from their "toy drawer" and knelt on her knees on the floor beside the bed. She laid out her collar, the leash, and an anal plug.
Placing the collar carefully around her neck, she fastened it and reached for the anal plug. She stuck her tongue out and licked the plastic piece all over, thinking of her Master's cock, as he had ordered, then sucked it into her mouth, pulling it in and out several times to coat it with her saliva.
The simple act of sucking an anal plug into her mouth made her feel dirty, but she knew that her Master would impose on her even more vile acts to perform for his enjoyment. He took great pleasure in knowing that she would degrade herself and perform humiliating acts to show her devotion to him and he tested that devotion periodically, pushing her further. Today was going to be one of those days.
Once the plug was glossed with her saliva, she reached it around behind her and ran it up and down the crack of her ass a couple times before placing the tip at her asshole. She slowly began pushing it inside, feeling her sphincter stretch as it opened up to accept the intrusion. She groaned as the widest part of the plug stretched her ass to accommodate the foreign object. Finally it was buried deep in her ass, filling her completely and her asshole was clenched tight around the slender base, keeping it firmly planted. Ohhh, she hoped he let her cum soon.
She stood up and got dressed in the attire her Master had instructed. She was going to look like a common street whore. He had her wearing her shortest black skirt, black knee-high, heeled boots, a push-up bra, and a low-cut red blouse. The bra pushed her 38D voluptuous breasts to nearly spilling out over the top of her blouse.
When she had finished dressing, she went to the bathroom and carefully applied her makeup, heavy. She lined her eyes in dark colors, coated her lashes thickly, and smeared a slutty dark lipstick across her full lips. It was the middle of the day and with her clothes and makeup the way they were, anyone who saw her would immediately assume she was a streetwalker of the lowest breed. Standing back examining herself in the mirror, she would have had to agree with them.
Angela left the bathroom and picked up the leash from off of the bed, walked into the living room and waited for her Master to arrive. He had informed her when he called that he had taken the afternoon off so they could have a long weekend together. And it was going to be a long weekend...
Finally she heard the familiar sound of her Master's car pull into the driveway. She shivered with anticipation. Locking the front door behind her, she made her way to the car, opening the passenger door and sliding in beside him. The plug in her ass buried itself a little deeper inside her as she sat down. Her Master smiled at her, and she smiled back. He leaned over to kiss her, sliding one hand up her thigh until it met with her moist pussy and slid two fingers deeply inside her cunt. The other hand went around her shoulders pulling her closer to him. His thumb found her protruding clit and lightly began massaging it. He broke the kiss, still stroking her clit, and began nuzzling her ear.
"My slut knows that her Master loves her, right?" He asked.
"Yes Master," she whispered.
Suddenly he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.
"Did my slut do everything her Master directed her to do?" He asked.
"Yes Master," she gasped. His thumb was still teasing her clit and she started squirming in pleasure.
"Very well," he said, releasing her hair and withdrawing his hand from between her legs. She moaned, wanting more stimulation. He had already re-awakened the raging desire within her that had been left unsatisfied from this morning. He put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. She wondered where they were going.
Cruising down the street, Angela squeezed her legs tightly together, trying to get some stimulation from pressing her thighs together. Her Master immediately reached over and grasped one of her nipples tightly between his fingers and pinched hard, causing Angela to squeal in pain.
"Spread your slutty legs, you fucking whore," he said. Angela opened her legs.
"Wider, bitch!" He squeezed harder on her tender nipple. "Dirty sluts like you don't sit with their legs together. They keep them spread open wide, ready to be fucked like the filthy cumwhores they are, and that's what you are...a filthy, dirty cumwhore. Right?"
"Owww...yes, Master," Angela answered, spreading her legs as wide as she could get them.
"Yes, what?" He asked.
"Yes, that's what I am, Master" Angela gasped, pain shooting through her tender flesh.
He squeezed her nipple harder still.
"What is it you are, slut?" He demanded.
Angela writhed against the car seat, gasping in pain from the continued assault on her delicate flesh.
"I'm a filthy, dirty cumwhore, Master," Angela whimpered. She felt so humiliated when he made her describe herself in such explicit and degrading terms. Her body burned with shame, and the heat traveled in a direct line straight to her cunt. Her pussy was already starting to leak again. He let go of her nipple and continued driving.
"What did you bring with you, slut?" He asked a few minutes later.
"A leash, Master..." she answered.
"Hmmm...and what goes on the end of a leash, you slut?" He pushed.
"A dog..." she said slowly.
"Attach the leash to your collar, whore." He ordered her. She reached for the leash and hesitatingly brought it to her throat, attaching the leash to her collar.
"What's on the end of that leash?" He asked tauntingly.
