Part Two: The Collar
He came to me, and held me. The man that I had called Master for a year now. My voice cracked, a part of me was angry, but I was a well trained slut, "Have I pleased you Sir". Tears no longer damned up, flowed freely down my face.
He brushed my hair from my face, and helped me to my feet. Led me to the bathroom, where a wondrously large bathtub was. He filled the tub with water and bubbles, then stripped. He got in, and had me sit in front of him. He held me, as a lover. His arms wrapped around me, and he sponged the sweat, dirt, and the filth of all those mens cum off of me. He had me stand before him, and he cleansed me from head to toe, taking care of his property. He was attempting to cleanse, heal and put me back together.
When he was done, and he rinsed me one final time. I knelt before him and asked if I could please do my duty and clean my Master.
He finally said His first words to me "No lil one, you are precious to me, and tonight is for you. I will do for you. No arguing with me on this my fat lil cum slut, do as I say, and behave."
He quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the bathtub, he reached over and tapped me from my kneeling positioning and I stood to his welcoming arms to be wrapped in a large fluffy soft white towel. He wrapped my red hair in a separate towel so as to not drip everywhere. He then dried each part of my fat curvy body. My arms that are thick and short, my large 48 DD pendulous breasts, my belly that is full, round and 55 inches. My 53 inches of waist, 52 inches of ass, that is round, white like a small moon. Down to my thick juicy thighs each one 32 inches thick, he separates them to my fat lil cunt. He uses his mouth on my lips and licks the water drops off, slowly, making me catch my breath.
"Sir! Oh!!" I exclaim breathlessly, not expecting him to place his mouth there. Claiming it, so soon after so many others had used it. I felt his tongue slide slowly along my slit catching each little drop of water, his tongue starting to push more firmly into me, and me more firmly into his mouth.
Master had pushed me against the wall, placing my leg on the counter, his hands had my thick thighs pulled firmly apart to open my fat cunt to him. He probes deeper into my slit with his tongue, sliding from my cunt hole to the front, just grazing my clit.
My cries are louder, "MASTER, OH MY GOD YES!!!"
Without thinking I grab his head and push my hips up to his face.. Grinding my clit on his teeth and waiting tongue. Just as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm I hear him clear his throat and a hand is place on my hand.. my eyes fly open..
"Oh, Master" I drop my hands from his head, and push my pelvis back to the wall. I feel the heat rising to my face. I haven't lost who I was, or my place in a scene with Master, in a years time.
He is too close to me to kneel, he is still kneeling before my cunt. I am hot, horny, wet, I need him to touch me, I want him to fill me, I need to feel his cock deep in me, as he fucks me. Yet I am afraid of what my disobedience will cost me.
My head is lowered, my hands are to my side, and eyes are on the floor. I can't lower my leg from the counter without squishing Master's head so I am left wide open to him. I can smell my scent rising from my wet, juicy cunt. I can feel the inside of my vaginal walls quivering with need.
My eyes are filling with tears, knowing that I have forgotten my place, in my passion, which was a lesson I was supposed to have learned long ago. I am afraid of what my punishment will be, afraid Master will leave me alone, I could handle him leaving me unfulfilled from sex, but not alone not now, after all those men.
