It was our weekend again. Though we have shared many such meetings, still each one is something we both regard as an adventure.
He hears me arrive in my car but waits until I knock on his red solid wooden door before he opens it and our weekend begins.
Mine is a good Master. He loves me very much and we have a lot of fun together.
He allows me to wear panties and a little dress if I ask most of the time, as it is important I am comfortable and warm and we are not playing every second of the day!
He told me that he enjoyed seeing my need - the wet stains on my panties. He also told me that he would call them knickers and would expect me to take them off and hand them to him, still warm from my body, each time I visited.
Today I am wearing my red and brown dress with boots, black knickers and a bra. I removed my panties and hand them to him, keeping my dress bunched in my hands so that he can see me. Then I blush deep red as he inspects them. I know that my juices had soaked them on the journey to him. I hope it's the last I see of them, I hate being gagged with my knickers!
From this point on I expect to ask permission for everything and have all my actions controlled by him. I may ask to use the toilet and he may or may not choose to watch. It is his choice. Whatever, I ask permission to freshen up and use the bathroom before I join him in the lounge.
When I have finished in the bathroom I ask to sit beside him on the sofa. He permits it. I can't help but get even wetter being in his presence with no knickers on and unfortunately I produce a lot of wetness!
"Master, May I wear some underwear or use the bathroom?"
He asks why and I blush.
I turn away and it angers him. The wetness is making me uncomfortable. As I move he sees the glistening betray me and he tells me loudly and firmly that I am to never turn away from him! As punishment I am sent to the corner to sit with my legs open in silence for an hour. Tears fall but I make no sound.
He does not bear grudges. I am summoned to the sofa and he holds me. Caressing my face you explain why I was punished and I must now confess what I should have earlier. I say, "Master, I am sorry. I, I was wet and uncomfortable." "What do you want, Girl?" "I want you to touch me Sir, please." He holds me close as he unzips my dress. I step out of it and he tells me to remove my bra. I do. Snuggling up to him. He is still fully clothed and I am naked but I am not cold. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He turns to me and pushes me back on the sofa with my legs on either side of him. He pushes down on me, kissing me and gently tugging on my hair. I feel him growing stiff through his trousers - it brushes my thighs and gets heavier. Hmmm, I feel so happy like this, but he turns rougher, pulling on my nipples hard he twists them. I gasp.
It hurts and he knows I don't like it - but it makes me so much wetter regardless. He keeps nipping them, harder and harder till tears form in my eyes. I beg him with my eyes but say nothing. Then he moves his hand to my pussy but it is to be pain, not pleasure. He finds my clitoris in his fingers and squeezes. I cry out. "Master! Please, please " I dare not finish my sentence. As he continues to pinch my clitoris he also bites my nipples, making me scream out loud. "Ohhhh." He clamps his hand over my mouth as he twists my right nipple very hard. I scream into his hand, covering it with drool. He moves back and looks down at me. My body is heaving. I'm breathing heavily and panting and gasping. I look up at him and he looks deep into my eyes. He licks my face and says: "Get me a drink, Girl" Then he turns me over roughly and smacks me hard on the bottom as he returns to his papers. I gather my wits and go to the kitchen. I get him a beer and return. My thighs are wet and my breasts red from the nipple twisting. They are still sore. He doesn't look.
I bend over and place his beer on the table next to him.
Unsure what to do next I ask permission to sit which he grants. I snuggle up to him once again and he strokes my hair. I hope he gives me more attention soon. For now it's like I'm still being punished in a way for not being completely open at the start.
He reads the paper and drinks his beer with me growing frustrated for his attention. I think he's even smiling. I am a needy sub and he enjoys seeing how needy I am. After ten or more minutes he looks up and says "Sit opposite me, on the floor, and spread yourself."
He knows it isn't something I'm keen to do but if he instructs me. I have no choice. I don't like it because I like to have my Master close to me, but I do as he says. I watch as he reaches over to the side table, slides open a drawer and takes out a smooth vibrator. He holds it upright in front of his face and runs his tongue around the tip before passing it to me.
"A gentle new toy to start our play," he said, passing it over, "How do you like it?" I say nothing. I clam up and get very embarrassed, such is my demeanour. We haven't been together that long and he is my first Master. He understands and speaks softly.
"I don't think it was fair of me to ask before instructing you what to do with it. Explore the controls, the two switches. Feel the sensations, first with your fingertips and then with your lips."
Then he asks if I'd like to use it somewhere else but I blush and say nothing. He is firmer in his next question.
"Would you prefer it on your clitty first, or in your pussy? You ARE required to reply."
I look to the floor, unable to answer He takes the toy from me and stands it upright on the table, goes back to reading his paper and sipping beer from the now half-empty bottle. My mind races, oh! 'What do I do now?' He looks up once or twice but each time his gaze returns to the paper. I feel terrible Eventually I have to speak.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry"
"I knew that you would be, Kat. If you are ready
