Barely two days since his last visit my master called upon me once more; I was getting ready for work when his knock came at the door, as I rushed towards it I felt pleased that I had remembered all his instructions and knew I would please him this time.
"Master."
"Slave."
As I stepped aside to let him in I felt the excitement already building between my legs, shutting the door I dropped to my knees before him in proper obedience. As much as I wanted him already a small part of me persisted in informing me I had a job to go to; but I couldn't displease my master.
"Why are you still dressed slave? Surely you know I expect you to be naked before me."
"Master, I'm sorry but I was on my way to work, I didn't know you were coming."
"Hmm, this is not pleasing slave, but I suppose I can't entirely blame you; which is a pity as I would like to punish you for it." His gaze ran along my prone body "Still I really came to inform you that tonight I will be hosting a dinner party I wish you to attend, don't get ideas above your station slave, you will be the centre piece."
At his laugh I dared to glance up at him in confusion.
"But for your impertinence I will give you something to go to work with, stand against the wall and spread your legs bitch."
I did as I was told and felt his hands slide under my skirt pushing it up over my hips, hooking his fingers under my panties he pulled them down my thighs and left them there. My pussy was by this time wet and aching to feel him inside me, yet I knew that wasn't going to happen, so it was to my surprise when I felt him rub his cock along my wet crevice. My moaning was quickly silenced by his hand over my mouth, pressing his body against mine he whispered in my ear,
"This isn't for your enjoyment so I don't want to hear it; this is your punishment."
The fear this comment inspired sent my juices flowing down his hard shaft but remembering his admonition I bit my lip in order to make no sound. His cock was moved between my ass cheeks, my own juices making it slippy; his hands grabbed my ass and pushed it tightly around his cock as he began thrusting. The feel of his hardness rubbing me and yet not entering me was making it incredibly difficult to not make a sound; I wanted to scream out for him to fuck me. Suddenly he pulled away from me and grabbed my hips pulling me towards him, but instead of thrusting into me as I so desperately wanted; looking down I saw that he was spilling his spunk into my panties. As I groaned in frustration he slapped my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes, pulling my wet panties up he said;
"Now slave I told you I didn't want to hear you so now you have a sore ass as well as a wet pussy. For today you will go to work with the knowledge that my spunk is rubbing all over your undeserving cunt, make sure you don't clean yourself up until you get home. I will pick you up at seven, make sure you are ready."
With that he pulled his pants up and left me, the scent and feel of his seed between my legs the only thing that remained. My entire body felt wound tight with my desire for release and the touch of my master, yet as I glanced at the clock I realized I had to leave. Could I really go to the office smelling of my sex and his, yet did I dare to wash and change? I did not, so with much trepidation I left.
As I walked in I felt sure that everyone's eyes were upon me, walking past the desks of my colleagues I was sure I could see their nostrils flaring as they caught the scent I was carrying, guessing my inner secret. I was humiliated, they all surely knew...and yet this new torture was just as exciting as any other my master had devised for me, I really was a slut. That this degrading and humiliating experience was turning me on only proved it, I wanted to rip off my clothes and beg them to fuck me; but the knowledge that I belonged to my master prevented me. I quickly found my own desk and stayed behind it all day, not daring to move; though the thoughts of the dinner party later would not stop racing in my mind. What did he mean by centre piece, would there be other people there? Surely there must be, dinner party suggested guests did it not?
When finally the time to go home came I was a nervous wreak, yet my nerves were battling with my excited curiosity at what would be happening later, I barely noticed the journey home. Upon arriving home I immediately ran a bath and washed myself thoroughly, shaving everywhere including my pussy even though I had done it that morning, my nerves were quickly being replaced by a desire to please. Stepping from the water steam was rising from my body; I tingled all over whether from the scrubbing or my suppressed desire I couldn't tell. My make up was applied with more care than I had ever taken, every lash coated with mascara and lips made plump with the slutty red I had chosen; my clothes however were a problem. What should I wear? My master had not told me what was appropriate, but the thought of waiting to ask him did not appeal; he had told me to be ready. I eventually decided on a black dress and stockings, my breasts were still firm enough not to need much support and I doubted that I would be needing panties. Still as I waited for him to arrive I was apprehensive about my attire, what if it wasn't what he wanted?
An eternity later his knock came at the door, opening it I immediately went to my knees and waited for his judgement.
"Stand for me slave let me see you."
I rose to my feet keeping my eyes downcast, I felt his hands roaming my body; cupping my breasts and my ass then reaching under my dress to feel my pussy, his pleased utterance assured me that I had at least passed this test. He lifted my head so I could meet his gaze and I could not help but smile in response to the pleasure in his eyes.