The story continues...
As you climb off the couch with the butt plug firmly in place, you bask in the afterglow of sexual bliss. Your cunt glistens and still pulsates with sensual energy. Your swollen clit radiates with such sensitivity that if I was to but flick it with the tip of my tongue your body would most certainly explode in a violent and glorious climax.
Your last orgasm was so powerful that it has left your legs feeling a bit wobbly. As you try to balance on your heels, you think back to this morning when you woke up. About how you greeted the day as you had always... without it seemed a sense or purpose to your life. You seemed lost in the world... unable to find your true calling.
But now, as you smile a most becoming and resplendent smile, you know that you are no longer lost. That you for once have a purpose in your life. A duty, if you will. For the first time in your life, you have a direction. You know who and what you are. You who were born to be.
You are a pleasure slave. You feel your heart skip a beat as you consciously acknowledge the fact. You had always felt, always known that something had been missing in your life. You could not explain it, but it was palpable. But you know that you have always been searching for your identity. And know you know now that you have finally found yourself. Your destiny. You smile at the fact that you are no longer afraid.
"I am a pleasure slave... No," you correct yourself. "I am Master's pleasure slave... And," you add with emphasis, "His cum slut!"
Your hedonistic grin seems to almost elevate you and you glide about the room retrieving your clothes. As you strut about, you feel the now ever familiar sensation of the butt plug. Its function seeming to be to keep you in a constant state of sexual readiness. You do not even question the fact that you are still seemingly aroused. That your cunt feels like it is constantly wet. You become aware that the plug's touch... its caress... is no longer foreign to you. It is as if the nasty toy is in the place where it has always belonged. And that it seems to aid in the happiness and joy that flows through you as you bend over to pick your black lace panties up off the floor.
I watch you gaze down at them. You roll the delicate fabric between your thumb and forefinger. You then grin, a sly mischievous grin, as you realize that this will not be just the first, but the second time today that you have had to slide them up your smooth, silky legs in my office.
You steady yourself on your heels as you place your left foot through the opening and are about to step into them when my voice stops you, "No, my Pet. I did not say to get dressed. I said to gather your clothes together."
You take off your panties and hold them in your hands. Although you do not look directly at me, you cast a frightened and confused look in my direction. I read your thoughts and say, "Do not worry, Pet. I have no intention of having you leave the building naked. You brought a coat to work this morning did you not?"
"Yes, Master," you reply succinctly. "It's hanging by my desk."
"Excellent. I'm sure it will provide adequate coverage for you."
"Yes, Master."
"After all, we wouldn't want to excite the security guards too much, would we Pet."
"No, Master."
So I order you to neatly fold your clothes and place them on the couch. When you have finished I instruct you to go out to your desk and get your coat and then come back here.
However, you do not move toward the door immediately. You hesitate. You look to your clothes on the couch. "But Master what if..." is all you are able to say before you are cut off with a stern, "Silence! You will do as I command, slut."
"Yes Master," you say as you tentatively move toward the office door.
"Wait," I call out to you. "Come here, now!"
You freeze and turn to me. "Yes, Master."
You practically drag your feet across the floor as you walk over to me with your head down. I can almost hear the scraping of the bottoms of your heels as they rub over the carpet. You know you are in trouble. You do not see my heated gaze upon you, but the realization that your behavior has angered me is beginning to sink in. You stop before me, your eyes cast down at the floor. Your breathing is becoming swallow as you stand there awaiting your punishment.
I order you to go over the desk, bend over it and place your hands and forearms flat against the top.
"You are not to remove your hands or arms from the desk until I give you permission. Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes Master," you reply softly and do as you are instructed. You do not even question the fact that can feel your ready warm and moist pussy is beginning to really flow with your juices. Your need to obey is so great now that it causes blood to wildly race to your sex and your arousal to instantly increase.
Still, your movements are slow and seductive. Your hope is to entice me with your body and your charms. And so moments later, you are bent over the desk with your back arched and your ass sticking out. The butt plug still smug in its place. You hope that by merely displaying your wares, I will take mercy on you and stick my cock inside you. That I will fuck your sweet pussy with the reckless abandon that I did earlier that day. That I will grab onto your hips and slam my rock hard cock in your cunt with such tremendous force that you will cum from the shear friction of my balls slapping over and over and over again against your clit.
You hear me move across the room and open a cabinet. You are certain that you know which cabinet I am opening. It is the one that contains all the delicious toys. You remember seeing some of them earlier in day when you put away the collar and leash. There was an assortment of whips and paddles and restraints... as well as other libidinous devices.
As you ponder my selection, you feel your wetness increase. Under normal circumstances, you would reach your hand between your legs and play with yourself. You would run your hand down the sides of your lips and roll your clit around and around in your fingers. You would bring your other hand up to your breasts and twist and pull on your nipples as you thrust your hand in and out of your sex until your body started to quiver and shake and you screamed out as your orgasm rocked your entire being.
But that was the past. Back when your body was your own. Back when your pussy belonged to you. Back before you became the property of your Master. This knowledge, this understanding does nothing to diminish your excited state. If anything it increases it. If anything it causes you to become wetter and wetter. In fact, you are becoming so wet that you are certain that I will see this. That I will see your essence seeping out of you and running down your thighs.
It is at that moment that you, in fact, want me to see your arousal. That you want me to see how I effect you. How excited you become. How turned on I make you. How absolutely soaking wet your pussy gets.
You do not see the instrument of discipline I select. It is a twelve inch long, two inch wide hard leather strap. I hold it firmly in my hand and walk back over to my desk. I stand directly behind you. I order you to stand on your tip toes. You obey me. I must admit, you look amazing bent over the desk. Your back arched... your ass showcased in all it glory. I confess that I am tempted to abstain from disciplining you and simply fuck you silly. I feel the heat swelling in my cock. The blood rushing in waves. My cock grows to an incredible length... it is so big and so very stiff. You do not see the effect you have on me. You do not see my hard tumescent member. I look at the strap in my hand and very nearly place it on the desk. But then I remember that you disobeyed me and you must be punished. Otherwise, how will you ever learn? This is after all, your training period.
You let out a gentle whimper as I run my hand over your ass. My cock throbs as I notice how wet you are. How your sex is coated with your juices. You look so amazingly beautiful bend over like this. My God... how I want to plunge my hard quivering member inside you. I want to fuck you so bad right now, I can barely stand it. I want so much to feel your hot, tight, slick pussy wrap around me. I want to ram my palpitating cock in and out and in and out of you. But, then I become conscious of the strap in my hand and I realize that I too must control myself.
I look at you and say, "You want to touch yourself don't you, slut."
"No Master," you say.
Even though we both know it's a lie I say, "Now don't lie to me, slut. Tell me the truth. You desperately want to touch yourself don't you?"
You play along, "Oh no Master."
I run the strap over your ass and then bring it down firmly on your right ass cheek and then your left. SMACK!! CRACK!! You scream loudly as you practically jump out of your skin. And then to make matters worse, you remove your hands form the desk and bring them back to your rub your ass.
"Oh, that is going to cost you later, slave. But first, tell me the truth, slave. Do you want to touch yourself?"
"Yes Master," you cry out as you quickly replace your hands on the desk. "Yes... I want to touch myself. I want to stroke my pussy and play with my clit."
"Then why don't you?"
"Because... because my pussy doesn't belong to me anymore."
I reach between your legs and finger your soaking wet cunt. You gasp slightly as I draw tiny circles on your clit with my finger. I marvel at your excited state. I still can't believe how wet you are and it causes my cock to pulsate and throb even more. I know how badly you want me to fuck you because you start to moan loudly and begin rotate your hips as I continue my manipulation of your sex.
But you are not supposed to be enjoying this and so I remove my hand from your cunt and bring it sharply down on your right ass cheek. A loud... SMACK... echos around the room as I sternly say, "I did not give you permission to enjoy this, slut."
"I'll sorry, Master. This pathetic slave could not help it. Please forgive me. It's just... your touch is so incredible that I have trouble controlling by reactions."
