His lust was building inside his very soul as it battled his control over the situation. The need to just rip off any article of clothing she may have and bury his erection as deep into her as he could there by completely forgetting her punishment wrestled with her need in order to learn her lesson. His leg bounced as a physical manifestation of his own struggle as he considered her form fully in front of him.
Freshly showered his sub was gorgeous standing with that proud look on her face. Her chin was up showing she had dignity in her position, but her eyes were cast down in order to show her submissiveness opening all the way to her soul. Her hair, a dyed crimson waterfall ran down her back freely. Her hazel eyes sat beautifully within her round face.
He always wondered how those beautiful breasts stayed inside the white chemise she had worn more than a few times. Her nipples peaked out as hard nubs and beckoned for his fingers and his mouth. Matching white stocking made her a sight for sore eyes with the silk g-string taunting his every thought.
He looked to her with with sincere hatred for what he knew he must do. Standing up he grabbed her leather collar. Thumbing the o-ring he walked slowly to her and the three steps vanished as he looked her right in the eyes.
Her breathe ceased for a moment as his finger and thumb came out and clamped onto one of her hardened nubs. He pulled on her nipple and kept his face as blank as possible. The fabric was soft against his fingers but it became more course with pressure. The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of her womanhood that was already becoming quite wet.
His voice came to her ears as he continued to thumb the ring on the collar, "You, my dear Carrie, have been a very bad girl."
Their eyes never broke as he released her nipple with his free hand. She exhaled laboriously and told him that she knew exactly what she had done wrong. He remembered her ignoring his order and jumping on his excited member and riding it hard and fast until they both climaxed.
He could see her mind working, trying to remember how many sessions of punishment he had said he would be toiling out for her.
The Dom began his walk around her and allowed his free hand to slide across her gorgeous ass. "You see, I told you three times to ride my face. I wanted to taste you and lap your juices up so hungrily, but you denied me. You willing disobeyed me. Three times you said no and so three times you will be punished. Of course the next day you start your period, further denying me access with my tongue for week."
"By the end of it all you will know your place. You will know that my needs are important.," Her face did not change as he continued to speak, "And in my heart, I do so wish I did not have to do what I want to do." Damon saw the tear running down Carrie's eye and he grabbed her from behind and pressed his erect member into her ass and grabbed both of her massive tits at the same time. His voice came out in a dark and obedient tone, "This time around, you will not speak, you will learn to listen. Not a word unless you are told to answer. Do you understand?"
He could feel her quivering and shacking as he spoke to her. Carrie's voice reached his ear, "Ye..."
She was cut off as he grabbed both of her nipples harshly, "I did not say answer."
Damon released his beautiful sub and moved in front of her and placed his finger right between her pussy lips. Her juices were already flowing and he slipped right onto her clit rubbing it roughly.
Carrie moaned and bent over trying to pull herself upright, but the sensations coming from her Master's hand must have been too much for her not to fully right himself. He could see her face contort into erotic horror as he leaned close and wrapped his wrist around her neck and drew her close so her ear so his words could be gruff and serious, "You little bitch. You are only making matters worse for yourself."
His finger darted inside of her womanhood and she moaned in surprise. Releasing her neck he could see her strength from their relationship as she righted herself. He had been her guide in this style and because of Damon, Carrie had found power she never knew she had. Biting her own lip she was able to stifle herself and only whimper from his onslaught.
A second finger dove inside of her and Carrie could only give guttural moans in response. She yipped as Damon's hand came around and slapped her ass leaving a stinging sensation in his hand. Her yell of a slightly painful smack made him completely stop.
"You seem to have a problem keeping your mouth closed." Damon pulled his fingers from her and then palmed her string before pressing as much of the fabric as humanly possible and shaved as much of the fabric as he could into her womanly folds.
Stepping back Damon adjusted his sports coat and allowed her to look at him fully wearing his white tank top underneath and black slacks. He always dressed well for his scenes with her and Carrie very much enjoyed the look he had when he was in charge.
She had told him, how when he dressed like this she was almost putty because he looked how she knew he always was. He was sharp dressed and confident. A part of her wanted to just rip all the clothes off of him when she saw him like that. She also confided in him that a part of her only wanted to serve him with that look.
Damon looked her up and down before nodding. He was taking her all in. She already looked a but disheveled and her breathing had become more labored. Carrie's face was red, but she was proud of her position in his life. She would not make her Master upset with her because of her posture.
Damon smiled, "Go get a drink, and do not change how your panties are. You will need to be hydrated."
She left him so he lit up a cigarette and allowed it to burn a bit. He inhaled slowly letting his mind play out all that he had planned out for this night. The smoke calmed him as he continue to struggle with knowing full well that tonight would be rough for the both of them.
Carrie returned and stood before him looking as though she had composed herself very well.
