I sit here alone reflecting on my thoughts, longing to hear your voice, needing to know you are near me even though you are so far away. It is a rare occasion that I am alone, or was until recently. For almost two weeks now I have been left alone with nothing to do with my time but think. Some things are not going well at the moment but I know that it could be worse. Thinking of you helps me remember that there are happy times as well and that there is someone out there that can make me smile even without trying.
It is that easy going nature that I love about you. You have done so much, seen the tragedy of the world, yet you are able to smile and have a good time. You have a good since of what is going on and knowledge of what you want and the things you have. That knowledge intrigues me, making me strive to learn what I can. But what I miss the most when we are not able to talk for a while is your commanding side. The way you tell me what you want and demand that I follow orders. That is what I need, what I want, most in the world.
I have called you hoping that you will pick up tonight. I count the rings knowing that after five the machine will pick up. I am just about to hang up when I hear your voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello Master.”
“Well hello there slut. Have you been behaving as I would want you to?”
“Yes Master I have been a good little slave. I have been thinking of you lately needing your control. Please Master, I need you to fuck me. Please let me be your slut tonight. I need to have your cock in my mouth, to feel it growing hard as I suck it, running my tongue over it. To have your hands in my hair pushing me deeper then I would go myself, taking you into my throat, gagging me, hearing me whimper for you to let me go so I can breathe. I want to take your balls in my hand, holding them tight as my mouth works over your hard dick. Teasing your tip when you finally allow me to withdraw, flicking my tongue over your head hoping to taste your cum before you drive my head down yet again. Please Master. Please fuck me like the slut I am.”
“I want you on your hands and knees before me NOW slut. When you beg me you will be in the proper position.”
“Yes Master, please forgive me.”
“You will be punished for this. You will also decide with what you are punished with. Remember slut that if you decide on the wrong form of punishment, you will regret it so choose carefully.”
This concerns me mainly due to the fact that I have not decided what kind of mood you are in yet. I crawl over to the table where you keep several paddles, whips, crops and straps. Looking at them I think of your favorite ones to use on me. I choose a riding crop about 3 feet long that bends nicely and leaves great red welts where it lands. As I hand it to you I pray it is the one you had in mind. I turn your ass to you holding it high in the air waiting for the punishing blow. I don’t have to wait long as I hear the swish just before it lands smartly on my ass, making me whimper from the pain. I count out loud as each blow lands in a different place leaving me red and sore, but also dripping juices from the excitement of your command. You stop at ten, the back of my thighs and ass so red there is little left to hit without opening my tender flesh.
“You stupid slut, you chose wrong. I thought you knew what your master wants and expects of you.”
“I am sorry Master, please let me try again. I will try to do better this time.”
“You better slut. Now get over there and pick your proper punishment. Don’t forget this either.”
You take the crop and shove it deep into my wet pussy. I feel the roughness of the braided handle inside me and I gasp with surprise and discomfort. You move it in and out fucking me with it, knowing that I am growing closer to completion with each brutal stroke. You hear my gasping and moaning even though I am trying to hold back. The more I moan the harder you fuck me, almost daring me to beg you to stop. I know begging is no use right now so I desperately hold my protests. Just as I open my mouth to scream with delight you slam the crop deep into my dripping pussy, leaving it there and slapping my ass as you lean over me with a cruel smile on your face.
“Did you think I was going to let you cum so soon slut. This is all part of your punishment bitch. You chose wrong. Now I want you to go over there and choose again. You are to keep this crop deep in your pussy the whole time as well. If I see it move ever so slightly you will regret it. The punishing blows will be beyond your wildest dreams and I promise that it will not be enjoyable, even for you slut.”
Knowing you speak the truth and how evil you can get I clench my vaginal muscles around the handle deep inside me. The handle is wrapped in smooth leather making it slick when it gets wet. However there is a single braid wound around making small grooves for your fingers to grip. Where the handle meets the shaft there is a tassel where the braid ends. The tails of the tassel swing as I move slowly toward the table praying that I choose correctly this time. With each step I take the tassels rub against my clit making sweet sensations shoot thru my body. After being brought so close to completion just moments before, and knowing that I have not been given permission to cum, I try to concentrate on holding the crop in place. I get about half way there when I have to stop or risk cumming on spot disgracing myself in your eyes and angering you further.
“Why have you stopped slut? I told you to go to the table and choose your correct punishment. You are making me wait and you know how I feel about that.”
