I greet Her at the door on my hands and knees, my skin bare, my collar around my neck. Master had already contacted Her to tell Her what a bad slave I had been. I knew I was in deep trouble. Mistress was set to punish me, and then Master again, once He got home. She lays Her purse down on the table next to the door and takes off Her coat. I do not speak. I know better than to speak out of turn. A good slave minds her tongue, and I've been bad enough for one day. I stayed there, on my hands and knees, perfectly still, while She helped herself to water from the kitchen, and then to the bathroom. It was my house, but She was my Mistress, and that was more important. After what seemed like ages, She came to stand before me.
"You've been a bad girl today." She says, Her tone stern. I give an involuntary shudder and I nod.
"Yes Mistress."
"Our Master informs me that you orgasmed without permission, and that you did not ask either of us if you could read naughty stories online. Is this true?" She grabs my hair, yanking and I cry out slightly. She's right on the mark, of course. Turning myself on is my biggest pleasure, and it is what displeases my Master and my Mistress the most.
"Yes Mistress, its true." I tell her, shaking on my hands and knees.
"I want you to crawl up to the bedroom on your hands and knees." She says now. "Blindfold yourself and wait for me there. Do not touch yourself."
"Yes Mistress." I say, turning to crawl up the stairs as She told me to. I hurry as fast as I can to the bedroom, tie the blindfold around my eyes and get onto the bed, twitching with anticipation. I sit there for ages, feeling very horny, waiting for my Mistress. She came, at last, the smell of Her perfume overtaking my senses as She closed the bedroom door.
"Undress me, slave." She says, and I rush to stand, using feel and smell to find Her, and I undress Her, ending on my knees before Her. My Mistress stood nude before me, and I give a shiver. "Pleasure me with your tongue." She says, Her tone commanding. I nod eagerly and lean forward, pushing my tongue between Her beautiful legs. She is already wet, which excites me. I have only pleasured Her twice before this, but I'm a quick learner, and She knows it. I was the girl who sat and watched porn movies for two hours, and at the end, could suck my Master's cock better than he'd ever had. It was something He was proud to tell others, and had told me so Himself numerous times. As I slid my tongue across Mistress' slit, I became aware of the fire burning between my legs. She pushes me away and sits down on the bed, grabbing my hair to pull me in again. My face falls between Her legs again, and I plunge my tongue deep inside Her smoothly shaved pussy. The skin was wet against my lips, and I shuddered convulsively, shoving my face closer to taste her juices. "Make me cum, pet." She orders, and I give a tiny nod in compliance.
I work my tongue inn and out, and then across Her clit. Mistress' body quakes and She moans with delight, pinching Her own nipples with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. I suck on Her clit, I tease it with my tongue, and I work in and out of her Her pussy with intensity. Finally, She orgasms and Her sweet cum fills my mouth. I swallow it eagerly, and continue licking until Her shuddering stops, and all the juice is gone.
"Stop." She commands me, and I back off at once, my head down. "Assume the position in the middle of the bed." I know what to do. As She rummages in the drawer for something, I crawl onto the bed, lie on my back and pull my knees up to my chest. Using my arms to hold them in place, I spread my legs as far as they will go and lay there shivering. She returns to the bed carrying a riding crop, a strap on, and a remote-control that goes to the vibrating panties she has in her hands. She puts the panties on me after laying everything else down. "You are not going to move, pet." She tells me, Her voice sure. "I am going to sit in the corner and read the comic section of the paper, and you are going to stay in your position. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress." I reply.
"Oh my, we can't have that." She says now, reaching into the drawer for something else. With little difficulty, she inserts the penis gag in my mouth and buckles it securely at the back of my head. "That's better, isn't it pet?" Unable to respond, I nod. Satisfied, She picks up the comics that are strewn on the bedroom floor, takes the remote control in the other hand, and settles Herself in the comfortable armchair in the corner of the bedroom. I lay there, shaking, feeling my legs growing weary with the position, and wondering how long Mistress would keep me this way. Suddenly, a high vibration kicked in between my legs and my body nearly vaulted off the bed. Quakes passed through me one by one, forcing me closer and closer to an orgasm. As I was nearing the edge, the vibration stopped. I look my Mistress. She smiles, with mischief in her eyes, and goes back to her comics. I breathe heavily through my nose, wanting to cry out, but the sounds are muffled by the gag. I suck on the rubber penis in my mouth with increased intensity, wishing it was Master's cock or Mistress' pussy instead.
The vibrating panties turn off and on with varying separations between times. I am soon gasping for breath, feeling tortured and harassed. My Mistress, tiring of my spasms, turns it on and then laid down the remote ignoring me. I convulse, on the verge of an orgasm, but not daring to cum. I do my best to hold it back, but the vibration becomes too much. My back arches and my juices spill, soaking the vibrator and the bed sheets. Mistress gets up at once, putting the comics down and unbuckling the gag before grabbing my hair and yanking me to my knees on the bed.
"Did you ask permission to orgasm, my pet?" She asks. Still shaking from the vibration, I work moisture into my mouth.
"No Mistress. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I lower my forehead to the bed before her.
"Don't move." She tells me, reaching for the riding crop. With the vibrator working me into another climax, the first blow hits me hard and I cry out. Again and again She struck me, taking time between each blow to savor the sound of my labored breath. I counted thirteen strikes before I couldn't take it anymore.
