My Facebook tab lights up, flashing: "Elle messaged you". Messages from my slut always brighten my day at work. I read her message.
"I want to misbehave, Master. A lot."
I shake my head; Elle is always such a slut for me, and such a good girl to ask her Master's permission. Before I can reply, another message appears:
"My pussy aches, Master. Please may I touch? I'll be such a good girl for you."
I smile, feeling my cock swell as I read, and reach for my keyboard to reply.
"No, slut, you may not. But you will be ready for me when I get home."
A few moments pass, and then she replies.
"Yes Master. How do you want me?"
I think a moment, considering the possibilities, and then respond.
"You will be waiting with your collar when I get home, wearing that slutty short skirt you like."
"And will you use me, Master? Please? I need it."
I smile again; such a desperate little slut.
"Yes, slut, I will use you like the desperate little whore you are."
It's still a couple of hours before work ends. Fortunately I don't need to stand up from my desk right now, or my coworkers would certainly see the bulge of my erection, in expectation of what awaits me when I get home.
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Work is over, and I return home, reaching for my keys as I come to my front door. I know that Elle is waiting for me inside, so I deliberately take a little longer to unlock the door, turning the key slowly in the lock.
Elle is waiting for me inside, kneeling in front of the door on her bare knees. Her skirt barely covers her ass, and she's wearing a button-up blouse on top. Seeing me enter, she holds up her collar.
"Welcome home, Master. Please collar me?"
The collar's bell jingles as I take it from her, and I pull her to her feet, stepping behind her to fasten it around her neck. Now that she's collared, I put my arms around her from behind, running my hands over her body.
A hand slides up under her blouse, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. I smile as my hand reaches her breasts, bare under the blouse; I'd expected as much, but I still enjoy her quiet whimper as I caress and squeeze, feeling her nipple harden under my fingers.
I raise my other hand to her lips, tracing them with a finger, and then pushing it into her mouth. She sucks eagerly, and I lean close to whisper in her ear.
"Good girl. You're such a whore for me."
She pushes back against me, her ass against my cock, and I withdraw my hands from her for a moment.
"Is your little cunt wet, slut?"
Elle, already a little breathless, replies,
"Yes, Master. My little pussy is so wet for you."
I turn her to face me, and run a hand up her thigh, my fingers slowly tracing their way up between her legs to her core. I'm not surprised to find that she is bare under the skirt, and her pussy is so wet.
I lightly run my finger up and down her silken wet slit, watching her eyes half-close as she moans.
"mmmmaster...please..."
...but I am still content to tease her; to make her more desperate still. I intend to make her beg, and I know she will.
I take my hand from her cunt, and run it up her ass. She's firm and sensitive, but as my hand reaches further I feel something hard between her ass cheeks. My little slut is wearing a butt plug, even without being told.
"Ohh, you are a naughty little slut, Elle."
My fingers press on the plug, pushing it into her ass. Elle just moans softly.
"You're a dirty little anal whore, aren't you, Elle?"
She doesn't answer, her eyes closed, apparently lost in pleasure. I grip the plug, and gently pull it from her ass, feeling her slowly open to let it pass. She lets out a cry as the plug slides out of her, and I move my hand to tug on her collar.
"Aren't you, slut?"
She moans again. "Yes, Master."
"Say it, slut."
"I'm a dirty little anal whore, Master. Just for you."
I push the plug back into her ass, less gently this time, but I know she can take it. She gasps as she's filled.
"Aaaah...please Master...I need it."
