She whimpers, frantically running her face under the shower, opening her mouth catching water, spitting it out. The foul taste has seeped into her being. She cannot clear it from her nostrils, her sinuses, her mouth, her tongue. She dips her head, her hair down under the showerhead.
"Thank god for this short hair," she thinks.
She shampoos it out quickly. She towels it dry, knowing she is way behind time in preparations and she still has to model her outfit for Master.
She steps from the shower, pulling the bags with her maid outfit up, setting it on the counter top. She pulls it out, examines it, and shivers, knowing how she will be exposed, hoping Master is happy with it, and her earrings.
She pulls the maid "dress" over her head. Feels her nipple rings catch. She groans, grimaces, and wiggles them free. Straightening out the maid outfit, she shakes her wet locks out and looks in the mirror. The black shiny latex outfit covers her shoulders and cover a tiny bit of her arm to mid-bicep with an elastic band and a floozy end.
The skirt portion barely reaches her thigh. She winces at the flared skirt hem. The tiny white apron snuggles her waist. And she turns, trying to adjust the lace opening down the middle of the "dress". The white chest of the outfit makes her look almost penguin like with the white apron dangling from her waist.
She loosens the lacing that rises from her waist to the low cut top. She turns, seeing how open her breasts are. She bites her lip, and applies her whore red lipstick. Opening the earring case, she lifts the long dangling turquoise beaded earrings, and hooks one into her ear. Five turquoise beads dangle almost 5 inches from gold chains. They don't quite reach her breast as Master ordered but were the longest she could find.
She hooks the other into her ear and turns her head, feeling them dangle, far below her short tapered blond hair. They don't really match the outfit but, thinks that Master will be pleased with their "whorishness".
She slips on her whore red heels and hurries out to show Master.
She steps out into the living room where Master is reclining on His Chair.....She stops just after entering, waiting for his attention. He slowly lowers the book he is reading. His stern black face, emotionless, studies His whore.
Slowly a smile creeps on to His face. "Come here whore".
She obeys... clicking to Him on her heels. "TURN whore".
She turns slowly, her back to Him, then, completes her circle, now facing Him. He smiles. Sliding his hand under the maid "dress", his hand slides between the whore's thighs.
"O-o-oh," she shudders.
His warm black hand sliding thru her crotch, gently rubbing and massaging her sensitive red and swollen pussy lips. She flinches, wincing, rising on her toes, his fingers toying with her aching puffy flesh.
"Ooooh....Ooooh!"
"TURN," he orders.
She spins, facing away from Him. His hands caress her buttocks, barely, if at all concealed by the maid skirt. He cups her butt cheeks, his fingers playing in her crack.
"H-m-m-m-m... You barely have any bruises ...whore. We can't have my guests thinking that you are ... a little princess....can we?"
"O-o-oh," she gulps, unable to conceal her gasp. "B-b-but, M-m-aster, I have to begin preparing the f-f-f-food..."
He smiles. "Well....that isn't my fault, is it? You should have gotten home earlier. Or, are you saying it is MY fault?"
"N-n-no-o-o-o Master, it is not your fault. It is the fault of the stupid blond white whore." Her head hangs.
He clucks...shaking His head sadly.
"I try. I try. Your Master is working, s-o-o-o hard to try and help the little white slut, but..." he continues shaking His head, "are you ever, ever, ever going to learn? Your Master is getting tired... and His patience is being tried sorely by ... a certain stupid blond whore."
"TURN AROUND"
She turns to face Him. His hand slides between her thighs, cupping the inside of her thigh and rubbing the smooth skin gently, one finger caressing her now dampening sore, puffy lips.
"So...my little stupid whore. What do we need to do before...my guests arrive to ... prepare the whore...?" He looks up, his hand caressing her. "Well?"
Her wrists crossed behind her, she shudders, from the pain of her sensitive pussy and the simultaneous arousal and submission. She shivers...trying to think and talk and respond while He torments her. She blinks trying to concentrate.
"The stupid... whore... n-n-needs... t-t-to b-b-be... b-b-beaten...Master..."
"Oh, really?" He smiles evilly. "Are you...begging Master?"
"Y-y-y-yes...Master...p-p-p-please? P-p-please...b-b-beat your ... whore...?"
"You are BEGGING..."
She nods..."Yes...Master...I am...begging Master to...beat His whore... and h-h-her...pp--pussy too..."
His finger slides inside her now wet pussy, fingering her. Her body twitching, fidgeting, unable to control her arousal, she moans.
"Well...let's go then. We don't have time to waste, whore."
He grabs the leash dangling from the side of his chair, "Kneel, whore."
