"Que désirez-vous, monsieur?" My voice filled with the confident assurance of my French practise and my eyes enveloped his form, I wanted to make him mine. I was so very horny. Hazy with the lustful need for his sexual prowess and control, I wanted to be absorbed by his masterful need to own me. Without his presence looming over me I would feel incomplete and powerless. Relinquishing myself to him, I stared up awaiting his response. My bottom and stomach filled with butterflies whirling around in anticipation. "Girl, speak English. Charming as you think your pithy french is I would prefer my whore to remember exactly why we don't need such affectations. Speak plainly and remember your place as my simple english harlot."
Not exactly a moniker I found flattering, his manner of address was akin to that of a medieval lord pouncing on a peasant washerwoman. I bit my lip, took a deep breath and uttered a simple "Oui monsieur" in a tiny act of disobedience, I was feeling cheeky. His palm careened across my unsuspecting right cheek. "Bitch you have been told that your disrespect will be met with correction, I'm sick to death of your blatant contempt for any word I say. Fetch the ball gag from the draw and bring it here. Now." I rose and did as I was bid, rolling my eyes at the piquing of his temper. Not that I had much control left he would've spanked me to within an inch of my consciousness if he saw my face in response. Obediently I trotted back, ball gag in hand as he pointed to his feet and looked to the floor then to me. Dropping to my knees I struggled to take my eyes off his, they were stony and unfeeling orbs penetrating my figure. Whilst mine were filled with terror as my power of speech was to be sacrificed for god knows how long.
He walked around me and stood behind me for a second. "Open", I did as I was told and he inserted the thick rubber ball into my mouth, I had to breath through my nose to prevent drooling. Not wanting to make myself less attractive to him given his surliness. He'd already been disappointed with me enough for one day. As he buckled the strap around the back of my head all I could think was 'what is the point of this, how will he know what I'll want?' Then I remembered that my needs and want aren't important so long as sir gets his way with me.
After he was done his hand pushed my head to the side, my torso jilted and wobbled. As I tried to regain balance on my haunches he snapped his fingers and simply said 'all fours, heel.' Given my situation of helplessness I had no option but to follow in the position he had ordered. Crawling along side him I noticed he was guiding me towards the living room. I was gutted to be taken out of the bedroom not that my opinion would've gone down well had I the opportunity to sound it. When we reached the living room I attempted to get up he tutted condescendingly shaking his head "stay" he chuckled as he sat on the sofa. "In front I'm in need a foot rest" my whole body shivered, nipples erected.
As I shuffled around to get in front of him he sharply yanked me by the nipple, I mewled through the gag, carrying on to fulfil his command. I bent my back as his feet rested on my objectified body. He picked up the remote turning on the television, the drones of the cartoon he was watching filled my ears making me sleepier, the toy in my mouth stifled the brewing yawn in my face. Blinking quickly in attempt to calm my natural urge I felt a hand fondling my nether regions. Fingers artfully fidgeting across my pussy lips, he was crouching around my position using his thumb too firmly control my clitoris. I elicited a muffled moan. "Does my baby need release?", nodding I whined again as three fingers pried open my hole and explored my vaginal canal. I began to hump them grinding my hips against his rough hand, I cocked my leg like a pissing dog as he pleasured me.
