Eyelids flutter, the soft rustle of the wind in the trees outside the bedroom window; she turns to Him, watching as He sleeps. Amazed at the way this man can bring chills to her spine after such a short time. Grateful to be here with Him, her Master; after all those months submitting to Him online; she is finally where she was made to be.
Their relationship started as most cyber ones do, flirting in the main room, a few private sessions; neither realizing it would ever come to this until they stood in front of one another at the airport. He had sent for her, she is still in awe; for she had not even a second thought when the airline tickets arrived. She belonged to Him online, heart and soul and soon, body. She was still a bit confused as to why they had not yet had a session, chalking it up to nervousness on both their parts; or maybe it was just not time yet. She’s only been here less than 24 hours after all.
Her hazel eyes roam over Him, the soft black sheets tangled within His muscular legs, His cock resting against His upper thigh. Her eyes glance to His face, so peaceful, breathing steadily; temptation overwhelms her as she crawls down the bed, pressing her cheeks against His thigh. He stirs slightly, she waits it out; content He is back to His slumber she advances. Tongue so soft and wet, resting flat against His head, licking tenderly, a small grin on her lips as it twitches.
Her full pouty lips quiver, unable to stand the closeness. Her mouth moves over Him, sucking gently, drawing Him in. She moves with careful procession, not wanting to rouse Him too quickly, tongue snaking over each vein, marking a path. Her greed consumes her, before she knows it she has Him fully in her mouth, gliding her hungry mouth over Him, increasing the suction. She loses herself in her rhythm as He hardens fully within the confines of her lips. Abruptly hands wrap in her hair, pulling her from His cock.
She looks up to Him startled, His blue eyes narrowed, His voice resounding "Did I give you permission to suck my cock, you greedy little bitch?"
Her voice trembles, eyes lowering quickly as she remembers her place, "N-no Sir, I just thought..." "You thought...YOU thought, well we will just have to see what else YOU will be thinking when I’m done with you whore".
He drags her from the bed by her hair, her pleading falling onto deaf ears, bringing her into the kitchen. The contents of the table crash onto the floor with just one brush of His free hand; pushing her, face first, onto it. He cannot believe she would just take it upon herself to know what He wants after all He has done.
"Hungry are you slut? I will give you something to satisfy your craving", he chuckles.
She dare not make a sound, her breasts aching atop the cold hard surface of the table, trembling both with fear and anticipation. He moves in front of her and grabs her arms; quickly tying them to the table legs, pulling her up so her head hangs from the edge. Moving from her view; her legs instantly fettered as well.
Drawers open and close, she can sense His eyes burning into her flesh, her bare cheeks clench.
"Now then, If you were to be hungry in the morning, this would be the room for you my pet"
She tenses at the wickedness in His voice, even more as a flat object caresses her ass. She pulls against the ties a bit too late, WHACKKKKKK, her ass rippling from the force as she cries out.
"There are certain instruments used in breakfast my dear, this spatula being one of them", He sneers. WHACKKKKKK......WHACKKKKKK......WHACKKKKKK...... She squeals as it marks her cheeks over and over again, finding her voice she responds weakly "Y-yess Sir"
The wooden spatula rubbing harshly over her crimson flesh as he continues, "Many things in this kitchen can be useful in helping you control your hunger little one", he places the spatula onto the table aside her. He grins to Himself as He picks up the next object.
She squirms, noting the silence, at once gasping as she feels something cold against her bare sex.
