My sweet, tight pussy felt so good to the touch - so warm, pulsing, longing for him. I rubbed my clit gently, feeling the tension building... slipping one, two, fingers deep inside myself. Biting my lip to keep from moaning, I knew touching myself was against the rules. Only my master was allowed to touch me, only my master was allowed to make my eager pussy cum. If master was only to come home, to find me touching my wet pussy in his bed... I would be punished, I could only imagine the things he would do to me.
I could feel myself getting close, throbbing now, all I wanted was to orgasm - to feel the rush of ecstasy taking over my body, submerging me in pleasure - and I was so unbelievably close. I heard the door slam, but I didn't want to stop, it felt so good... just a few more minutes. I began rubbing faster - and then he was there before me, my master. He took one look at me and I knew I would suffer the consequences. He flipped me over on my stomach, I struggled underneath his grasp... He slapped my ass, hard! He left bright red, burning marks on my tender ass... I cried out in pain, begging him for mercy, but he continued. I disobeyed his orders - and now I would suffer.
He pinned me down against his bed, secretly I loved it, I loved him controlling me, and my pussy was soaking wet now under his touch. I could see the bulge in his pants, I longed to feel him inside me. He positioned himself in front of me, slowly unzipping his pants, and pulling out his thick, hard cock. He began to stroke himself in front of me, not letting me touch him. He grabbed me by my hair, forcing my mouth on to him... forcing me to lick his shaft, every last inch of it - and I obeyed.