"My, aren't you a pretty, lazy whore." Master coos to me as he walks into my room. I've been napping while He was away during the day. I snap to attention in bed, sending the sheets flying in my haste to fall to the floor at Master's feet. My naked body and face are flushed, both from the excitement of having Master home early, and from the dream I was awakened from: Master had His head between my legs, my dripping wet pussy completely exposed to his ravaging mouth. The orgasm that had been building as I slept would have been mind-blowing.
I kneel before my Master, legs slightly splayed, head tilted down at just the right angle, palms lying face up on my thighs. My ample chest is heaving in anticipation. Master will not be pleased to have found me sleeping during the day. Master will have to punish me. I so enjoy when Master punishes me.
Master remains silent, and my skin begins to tighten in goose flesh, starting with my breasts and moving outward. The cool air in my room creates such a contrast from the warm of the sheets and the heat of my dreams. I look up.
Master quirks and eyebrow. "Who told my slut she could look me in the eye?" This is my second mistake of the day. My pussy quivers in anticipation, wondering how Master will see fit to discipline me.
I jerk my head back down and stare at the space between my open thighs. "No one, Sir. Your filthy slut is sorry, Sir."
"Much better, cum whore. Much better." I can feel Master's gaze on my body as I continue kneeling before him. I know it won't be long before he notices the excitement building in my pussy. As I have this thought, Master bends down in front of me, and places his hand between my parted legs and begins to caress my right thigh. Master slowly works his way up to my slit, and rubs his hand across my entrance, gathering up my juices. "Someone has had quite the afternoon, haven't they?" He brings his fingers to my lips, and I automatically open my mouth to taste myself. I lick every drop, and it takes all my willpower not to look in Master's eyes.
"Yes, Sir. I was dreaming of you, Sir."
"I did not ask you what you were dreaming of, did I, cum slut?"
Strike three. " No, Sir."
"You know what happens to whores who speak out of turn, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And what is that, whore?"
"Their mouths must be filled, Sir."
"Right you are, slut. My cock should do nicely." With that, Master shifted a bit and undid his belt. He set the belt aside, and I had a suspicion it would be used later to make me pay for my sins. But for now, he simply finished undoing his fly and waited for me. It is a slut's job to take out her Master's cock.
I gently free Master's cock. I gaze lovingly at the thick shaft before placing a quick kiss on it's head. Then I take the tip of Master's cock into my mouth, and swirl my tongue around it, sucking on the tip. I then run my tongue along the bottom of Master's cock as I take him further into my mouth. My hand reaches up to cup Master's balls, as I begin to bob back and forth over Master's dick.
Master groans at the hot wetness of my mouth, and begins to lightly thrust with my movements. Each thrust sends his cock to the back of my throat, hitting it repeatedly. I gag a little with each thrust, but know better than to stop taking Master fully in my mouth.
Master reaches down, and tilts my face up so that my eyes meet his. They are a little watery from choking on Master's thick cock, but they shine with anticipation of what is still to come. I pick up the pace, moving back and forth along his cock. I begin to gently run my teeth along both sides of Master's cock. I know Master loves it when I do this. Master grunts his approval and closes his eyes. After a few moments of this, Master's eyes fly open and he grabs my chin to halt my thrusts. "Enough. I know you want to taste my cum, slut. But only good sluts are allowed to have their Master's cum in their mouths. You have not been a good slut, now have you?"
"No, Sir."
"Look at your Master and confess your mistakes to Him."
I do as I am told, quite contrite now for not having been a good whore for my Master. "I was lazy and slept while Master was away. I should be awake at all times while Master is away so that I may greet him when he arrives home. I also looked into Master's eyes, as though I were not a filthy whore for Master." I bow my head again and await Master's next instructions.
"Stand up, slut."
"Yes, sir." I stand before my Master in the stance that he prefers. My head is still down, but my arms come behind my head as I cradle my head in my hands. My legs stay open, about shoulder width apart. Master approaches, and turns me around to face the bed.
"Rest your hands on the bed, slut, and bend over." I move quickly to comply with Master's commands. I bend at the waist, my hands resting on the edge of the bed. My back is straight, and legs stay splayed, so that Master has an unobstructed view of my pussy and ass.
I hear Master go to the closet. The closet is where Master keeps his disciplinary instruments. My pussy gushes while trying to guess which tool Master will use today. A few drops of juice escape to begin running down my legs. Master walks back toward me and pauses for just a moment. I hear him lift his arm up, and my body tenses in anticipation of the coming blow.
"Count them out, whore!" Thwack. Master brings down the wooden spoon hard on my left ass cheek. I have a special fondness for the spoon. Master knows this. Master must not be as displeased with my behavior as I thought. "One, Sir."
Thwack. Right cheek. "Two, Sir." Thwack. Left cheek. "Three Sir." Master continues alternating cheeks as I begin to moan harder and louder with count. By the time Master and I reach ten, I can feel a hot sting on both my cheeks, which tells me that my ass is nice and red. Master takes a step back to admire his handiwork. I shake my ass a little, still bent over to show my pleasure with Master's attention. Master reaches down, and begins to rub my sore ass gently, giving equal attention to both cheeks. He gives my right cheek a light slap before he straightens up.
"On your hands and knees on the bed. Ass up in the air. I'm going to use that ass hard tonight. No lube. Filthy whores don't deserve lube. You may gather juices from your other fuck holes to coat your asshole, though."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I lay down on the bed as Master has instructed. My pussy is well lubricated, so I plunge two fingers deep into my hole and coat them with juice. I groan hard. Master pretends he does not hear. He knows how turned on I am, and doesn't want to punish me any more tonight for the involuntary noises I make.
