I M Going To Be A Good Girl

I'm a good girl.

I'm going to be a good girl.

The same thoughts kept running through her head as she waited. Tonight was the night. She wouldn't get distracted. She would make him happy. She would make him proud of her.

Her Master was later than normal getting home, but she would wait. She would be ready whenever he needed her, whatever he needed her for. Still, she hoped he would come soon.

She ached for his touch.

The urge to touch herself came back, but she resisted. All day she had craved to cum, but it was his pussy and she was his good girl. She preferred his touch anyway. His touch that had made her melt this morning.

It had started with the alarm clock this morning, waking up with his arms around her, feeling his soft beard nuzzle against her neck. Then suddenly:

"Up."

"Yes Sir."

She stood.

"Clothes off."

"Yes Sir."

She stripped. From the bed she could see him hungrily watching her breasts emerge and she turned so he could get a better look.

He liked that.

Master wanted coffee, and he said so. She made him one and found the sugar. Her Master liked it black with a teaspoon of sugar, and he always added the sugar himself.

When she returned he was out of bed, his cock hard under his boxers, watching with approval as she presented him with the mug of coffee in her right hand and the sugar bowl and a spoon in her left.

He took the spoon, carefully measured a portion and held it up in front of her face. Then, while looking her directly in her eyes, he licked his index finger and dipped it in the sugar. His finger rose to her mouth and she knew what to do. She sucked it clean. His middle finger came next and she sucked it down to the knuckle. The rest of the sugar went in the coffee.

"Now hold it up for me so I can drink."

"Yes Sir."

This was new and exciting. So exciting that she lost focus and was startled to suddenly feel two fingers on her clit. The coffee mug shook, but she mercifully recovered and kept it from spilling.

And for a few glorious minutes, she held up his mug and tried not to buckle as the pleasure coursed through her body from her pussy to her brain.

When the coffee was almost gone, he thrust his fingers deep inside her and she lost control. She moaned and reflexively pulled the mug away, and he saw the weakness in her eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry Sir," she quickly adjusted.

He took a last sip of the coffee.

"Remind me who you are."

"I'm your slut Sir. I do what you tell me to do. I will be better."

"Good. If you're a good girl today, you're going to cum tonight."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."

After that, he had gone to make breakfast. Her pussy was soaking wet all day after that, and she hoped she would get to feel his cock slide into it soon.

I'm going to be a good girl.

***

Her phone buzzed.

"Knees," said the text.

"Yes Sir," she replied.

She knew this routine and she was prepared to do it perfectly. She stripped down to her panties, and freshened her perfume. All of the lights were switched off, and she retreated to the bedroom to kneel on her pillow, placed on the floor inside the door for this purpose. Finally, she fixed her gaze on the floor and waited.

You will not look at or talk to Master until he addresses you.

It was a good thing she was prepared, because she heard the key in the lock only moments after taking her position. He was testing her.

And she was doing well.

The light switched on in the bedroom. She knew he was looking at her. Evaluating. Enjoying. She tried not to move. Her pussy was so wet. She needed to move her legs but she couldn't. Not tonight.

Then she smelled him. She knew he was standing over her. It was comforting, her Master was in charge now. The anxieties melted away and she let him take over.

A hand on her head. Fingers running through her hair.

Two hands on her shoulders. He was leaning in, cock lightly pressing between her shoulder blades through his pants.

Hands wrapped around her. Pressing her breasts from behind. Feeling for her nipples. Pinching them. And just when the pleasure turned to pain, letting go. Stepping in front of her.

"Good evening sub, you may speak."

"Thank you Sir, good evening Sir."

Cue given, she looked up at her Master, tracing her gaze over his dark suit before catching his eyes. He had loosened his tie since this morning. He smiled at her.

I'm a good girl.

He pulled her to her feet and guided her hands onto either side of his waist.

"Undress me."

"Yes Sir."

She took her time, enjoying the chance to feel his body, tracing her fingers over his chest as she took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. She had a hunch he would like seeing her in his tie and she asked for permission to wear it. He let her place it loosely over her neck, fabric dangling between her breasts. She knelt again for his pants, leaning her face into his cock as she undid the belt. When she lowered his boxers, his cock leapt up towards her and she was proud to see him fully erect already.

She looked up for instructions.

Instead, he reached down to grasp the dangling tie, and tugged gently, leading her on all fours towards the bed, then up onto it. His hand dropped from the tie, then slid over her body as he walked behind her, tracing a pattern on her ass. Her legs were pushed apart, and she felt him lower her panties, lifting one leg at a time to collect them, leaving her naked on the bed.

"Are you ready to show your Master that you're a good girl?"

"YES Sir!" She had blurted it out too loud, but she was overcome with lust, she craved his cock, she needed to be filled and fucked and used.

"When I tell you, you're going to lie down face up on the bed and very slowly rub your clit with your right hand. You will not cum, and you will not stop until you are instructed, no matter what I do. I will use you as my personal fuck toy and you will let me use you as I wish until I allow you to cum. After you cum, you will stop rubbing yourself and kneel beside the bed with your mouth open so I can cum down your throat."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."

"Tell me what you are going to do."

"Sir, I am going to wait for you to tell me to begin, and then I will slowly rub my clit for you with my right hand only. I will keep doing this while Sir fucks me and uses me as his personal whore in any way he pleases. I will enjoy being Sir's fuck toy. I will not not cum until Sir orders me to cum, and after I cum for Sir I will kneel beside the bed with my mouth open so I can swallow Sir's cum. And then I will thank Sir for making me his slut. Sir."

"Good."

A hand grabbed her head from behind and pulled it back by her hair. She instinctively opened her mouth and felt wet fabric being pushed between her lips. Her panties.

"Begin."

The first touch of her fingers to her clit was electric, sending shockwaves through her body. She had to focus, she had to hold off an orgasm.

I'm going to be a good girl.

She was aware of her Master holding onto her left arm, although it took another moment for her to realize the tie was gone from her neck. Her left hand was quickly restrained to the bedpost, and with her right hand committed, she helplessly watched as her Master eyed her over, then walked out of the room.

She wondered how long he might be gone while she masturbated herself tied to the bed, but it was only a moment. The mystery of his exit was quickly resolved when he leaned over her and brushed her stomach.

His fingers were freezing.

Again, shockwaves flashed across her body and she had to brace herself. His fingers traced up to her breasts and began to tease her rapidly hardening nipples. When he began to pinch them, she had to bite down harder on her own panties, but she wasn't going to cum. She was going to be good.

Now her Master was up on the bed straddling her, his erection hanging down touching her breasts, but he didn't seem to notice. He brushed her hair one last time, kissed her cheek, and then asked the question she'd been hoping for all day:

"Are you ready to be fucked"

She could only nod, pleading with her watering eyes.

Please fuck me Sir. Fuck me senseless.

In a flash he was between her legs. Navigating his cock around her fingers. Finding an entrance. Pushing. But only the tip.

She looked up in surprise, but he was in charge. She found herself rubbing her clit faster in frustration and tried to slow down. He leaned in a little more.

And suddenly it made sense. As he leaned in more and more, he moved his hips in a circular motion, exploring inside her, filling her completely. She moaned into her gag and pushed her pussy towards him until he was buried nine inches inside of her and she was consumed by the sensation. She felt another orgasm coming and did her best to fight it off.

And then he fucked her.

And she screamed into her panties. She gripped onto the bedpost for dear life. Her right hand lost coordination on her clit. Her toes curled. And he fucked her deep, and hard and fast.

She was losing control. She couldn't think. She couldn't hold herself back. She knew she would have to cum. Every nerve in her body needed it.

And then she heard three beautiful words:

"Cum for me."

And she exploded. Her whole body shook as the pleasure took over. The pleasure from a full day of almost orgasms hit her at once and she rode the wave.

He gave her a few moments to savor it before slipping his cock out of her pussy. Only then did she remember her task wasn't done. She wobbled unsteadily off the bed and kneeled for her dessert.

He removed her panties and he gave it to her, unloading into her from his cock on the edge of her lips. He tasted good, and she looked up to see him smiling, relaxed.

"Thank you Sir."

***

Lying in bed afterwards, she felt warm. His hands wrapped around her naked body and fidgeted with her breasts. She pressed her ass into him to snuggle tighter, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Good girl."