He kissed her lips fiercely, as if all the power he held was in that kiss. She was his, her body, her mind and her soul. He grasped at her dress, attempting to pull her closer to him. She locked her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. Tonight was the night, tonight she'd consummate her servitude to him.
After weeks of breaking and training her, she finally was broken and became a better slave than he could have hoped for. She naturally became accustomed to her role and this brought him great pleasure. She wasn't doubtful nor disobedient, which meant he didn't have to punish her often. He was a harsh master but a fair one. He only punished when needed because he did not want to damage his property, however; when he punished, he thoroughly enjoyed reddening her pert ass or repeatedly denying her release while he continually claimed his own. She was his property, he never forgot that. Yet he also acknowledged that she was human and must be treated at the very least humanely. Her accommodations were these: she was to sleep in his bed unless she was being punished, she owned nothing except for a few clothing he allowed her as well as books and bathroom necessities. When at home, she was to clean as well as prepare the meals. She was to wait for his arrival wearing nothing and kneeling by the garage door. If her chores were not completed, she got punished. If she was not there on time, she got punished. If she was wearing a single item of clothing, she got punished. So far she had done well and managed to get punished minimally. She was a great slave to him, he started to love her and tonight, he'd show she was his.
He had taken her out for a dinner as a celebration for tonight. The dress she had worn was a beautiful red that complimented her dark brown locks and dark chocolate eyes. It fell to right below her beautiful ass and clutched to her perfect curves. She was short with tanned skin and a flat stomach. He on the other hand, stood a foot above her, was built strong (but not rippling with muscles), and had black hair with vibrant sea blue eyes. His eyes were his strongest feature. They could intimidate with icy glares or comfort with sweet glimpses. The pair complimented another perfectly, he had chosen well.
He broke the kiss and opened his eyes. He needed control, if tonight was going to go as planned he needed to stay in control. He took a step back and pulled her hands down from around his shoulders. He commanded her to strip as they stood in the foyer. She complied obediently and began to take off her dress and jewelry. Even though he let her wear the dress he prohibited her from wearing any panties or bras. Her last step was to take off her black stiletto heels, but he told her to keep them on. She stood before him in all her glory allowing him to drink in her beauty. He walked to the living room where she followed him. He took his seat and told her to pour him some scotch. She walked over to his table of his best scotch and whiskey and poured him a glass. As she leant over to pour his drink he admired her heart shaped ass that he loved and how her dark curls swayed with her. Instantly he began to feel a stirring in his pants and grinned at how he would have her take care of that soon enough. She brought back his drink then kneeled to sit on her heels at his side while he drank. As she lay her head on the side of his thigh he felt his restrained member hardening even more.
