Hearth And Home

As I sit here at work, I think about how the snow is falling ever so quickly but lightly on the ground. I think about how much longer it will take for me to get home tonight. I just called you, little one, to let you know that I will be late. But being the good sub that you are, you are already prepared. You tell your Master that you are taking a bath -- readying yourself got my return. You tell me that you are hungry, and I know that you crave a taste of my cock. I tell you that I am stroking myself for you. I hear a whimper, and I hang up leaving you with that thought.

Finally, after much delay, I arrive home. You greet me at the door in a black silk robe with a glass of wine in your hand. Ever so gracefully, you curtsy and kneel before your Master's feet. I bend over, place a kiss on your forehead, and pull your face close to feel my hardness that awaits you. "Would you like some, little girl?" You dare not to speak, but I can see the glimmer in your eyes. I motion you up and take you by your leash to my chair in front of the fireplace. "Good girl, I see you have built a roaring fire for your Master.”

“Thank you, Master," you respond. "Take your robe off and kneel before me, my pet," I say. You obey without hesitation since all you know is to obey and serve. I lean forward and take each of your nipples in my hand. I pinch and pull on them until they are hard and standing at attention. I place a pair of nipple clamps on them. You moan from the pain, but I know you feel the pleasure as well. I lean back in my chair and admire the view. "How gorgeous you look, little one," I say. You smile.

"Spread you legs apart wider, so that I may see that pussy of mine better. Now take your little finger and trace your lips," I command.

You obey and try very hard to concentrate with the task at hand. I can clearly see your wetness between your legs, and this brings a smirk to my face.

"Rub your clit and make yourself hard for your Master," I say.

Again you obey. Every now and then, I hear you moan with pleasure. You watch as I unzip my pants and expose my hardness to you. I watch as your eyes grow bigger and sparkle.

"Is this what you want, my pet?" I say.

You nod your head as you watch your Master stroke the cock in his hand. "Turn around, little one, and get on your hands and knees," I command. Quickly, you obey with anticipation of what is to come. "Stay still and eyes forward," I order. I take my hand and spread you pussy lips to check your wetness.

"All this is for me, my pet?" I ask.

"Yes, Sir, all for you," you pant. I tease and pinch your clit. I grab a feather and brush your back with it. The feather touches your nipples, your neck, your face, your ass, your thighs, and your pussy. I start to see the wetness drip down your thighs. And when you least expect it, I slap your ass with my hand. You sense the warmth and sting that overcomes your body, and all you can do is say "thank you, Sir, may I have another.”

“My pleasure, my pet," I respond. My hand alternates with slaps between your ass cheeks and your pussy. You are starting to become very vocal at this point. I reach over, lube up a butt plug, and during one of the smacks, I ram the plug in your ass. At first you are shocked, but then you feel the extreme pleasure I just delivered. I tease your ass by moving the plug in and out. You arch your back and push you ass into me to accept the plug. "How does it feel, my slut?" I ask as I place my fingers in and out of your wet pussy. All you can manage to do is moan and groan with pleasure. I return to my chair.

I summon you over. I notice you are having a little difficulty in maneuvering over to the chair with the plug and clamps in place. "Do you want my cock, little one?" I ask. All you do is lick your lips. "Go ahead then, my pet, I am sure you are hungry," I respond. I watch as you start by licking the tip and then work your way down the shaft. You continue as I reach for a breast to massage. You begin to moan as you start taking more of the cock in your mouth. "Does my pet want to cum tonight? Has she been good today?" I ask.

You make an attempt to nod. I grab your hair and head and thrust you deeper onto my cock causing you to gag a little, but you quickly adapt to the new position. Faster and harder, I watch you swallow and suck. I pull you away. "What does my little one want tonight, tell your Master," I say.

"Sir, please fuck my ass," you respond.

"Since you have been good, I will do you such the honor. Turn around and get back on your hands and knees," I command. I take your wetness from your pussy and lube my cock. I remove the plug, and you let out a small whimper. I tease your asshole with the tip of my cock, and then without warning, I thrust my entire cock into your ass. You scream and try not to fall forward, but quickly you arch back signifying you want more. First I am slow, and then I thrust harder and faster. I pull out and then ram back in with force. I watch as you have taken one of your hands and have starting rubbing your hard clit. I watch as you finger yourself. I will not stop you; I will allow you to feel the pleasure. "Does my little slut want to cum tonight?" I inquire.

"Please, Master, please," you beg. I quickly pull out of your ass and replace the plug. I slap both cheeks hard enough to leave a hand mark. I place my cock in your wet pussy -- juices spilling out as I enter you. "Very well, little one, I want you to cum for your Master when I say," I demand. I thrust in and out of you pussy. I grab your hips, and pull you close so that you can feel all the hardness in you. Harder and faster with each stroke. I can see your knees weakening. I know that you are close. "CUM FOR ME, CUM FOR YOUR MASTER," I order.

And on cue, you explode. You scream with ecstasy as you orgasm. It is always a beautiful sight to watch. I pull out and return to my chair. I give you a few moments to compose yourself, and allow you to remove the plug and the clamps. Then, I motion you to come over and sit on my lap. I place your head on my shoulder. I can still feel your body twitching. You manage to get composed enough to look up and say, "Thank you, Sir."

I return with a kiss on your forehead and reply, "You did good little one, I am proud of you."