I was usually good at mingling, faking laughs and cracking an appreciative smile here and there but tonight I was definitely not up to it.
The incessant chatter was annoying the ever living crap out of me. The oh-so perfect women gliding around flawlessly in their designer gowns made me want to throw one of the priceless vases at their heads.
I downed my third flute of champagne and tried to stretch my lips into some semblance of a smile but I was half sure it came out looking like a grimace of pain. I wasn't exactly in pain, although the ache from my cunt was really starting to get to me.
You see my husband and also dearly beloved Master wouldn't let me masturbate or orgasm without his say so and I was usually okay with that rule. But for the past two weeks, three days and nine hours - yes, I was counting- Master had been so caught up with work, he'd barely even glanced at me. I'm a bestselling novelist but I was taking an in-between break so you can imagine how frustrating the days would get for me.
I reached for my fourth flute but my conquest for more alcohol was hindered by a strong hand on my arm. I thought of shaking it off but reconsidered as I met my husband's midnight blue eyes. He wasn't handsome in the traditional sense, no my Master was all rough edges that added to his already abundant sexiness. His usually shaggy black hair was neatly tied back by a golden clip I'd given him for our fifth anniversary. His tux was impeccable as always.
"Thirsty, Kitten?" He asked softly as steered me out onto the balcony.
It was summer so despite the fact that my silver gown was open back, I was fairly warm.
I stayed quiet and refused to look at him. I realized for the first time that I wasn't only frustrated, I was angry at him.
"Kitten..." he tried to turn my face so that I was looking at him but I resisted. "Kitten." This time his voice was a growl that held a warning.
I sighed and looked up into his questioning gaze. "I want to go home." I said finally.
"We can't just leave, Kitten-"
"I don't care! I wanna go home and fuck myself to orgasm since you're too busy!" I yelled and before he could stop me or before the little voice in my head could remind me that there would be hell to pay for the little stunt I pulled I made my way through the crowd and out the door.
Once out I spotted our driver leaning beside our limo, I jumped inside and told him to step on it.
I refused to think about what I had done mainly because I knew I was going to get punished and it wouldn't be pleasant...at all.
I stood underneath the hot spray and for the life of me; I couldn't stop my hands from tweaking my erect nipples and softly rubbing my engorged clit. I hadn't been allowed any kind of pleasure and it felt like I was going to explode. To top that off my Master's neglect of me hurt me a lot deeper than I cared to admit but for now I would deal with this one little thing and pray to god that he wouldn't come home any second.
Within minutes I was hovering over the edge of release, I pinched my tits harder and rubbed my clit faster. I moaned and then screamed when a wave of absolute bliss washed over me. When my heavenly orgasm waned some, I was left panting and limp.
"Enjoy that, did you Kitten?"
I jumped with a squeak, my heart leaping in my throat. I hadn't even noticed him entering the bathroom and now he stood there, his tuxedo had been replaced by simple jeans and a bare chest. How he got home so fast I'll never know but at the moment I had other pressing matters like the anger that was seething in his eyes.
"I said did you enjoy that, Kitten?" He almost snarled taking a step towards the shower.
I instinctively took a step back, gluing my back to the cold ceramic. It was cold but since I was pretty sure that my backside would soon be burning, I relished the chill.
"Y-yes." I stuttered looking at the tiles instead of meeting his eyes and seeing the rage boiling there.
Master leaned into the shower and turned off the warm water. "Yes what?"
"Yes, Master."
He chuckled then but there was no humor in the sound, in fact it sent shivers of fear down my spine.
My Master was playful and lenient most of the time but when he was angry...
"Master..." he repeated "I think you need a reminder of that, Kitten. I think I should remind you that these-" he grabbed both my breasts and squeezed hard making me whimper in both pain and pleasure. "-are mine. And this-" he shoved two fingers in my already wet cunt making me squeal. "- is my cunt to do what I please with. And these-" he mauled my ass cheeks. "-are mine to beat whenever I choose. And this-" he forcefully shoved a finger in my asshole and I screamed. "-this is mine to stretch and fuck when and how I want. Isn't that right, Kitten?" My Master asked in a low growl.
I nodded because that was the only response I could manage since I was trembling so much.
"I'm very angry, Kitten. Don't test me." He warned, emphasizing with another finger forcefully pushed in my unlubed asshole. He moved them back and forth roughly making sure I understood that this was going to be about punishment and not pleasure like when he usually played with my backside.
"Yes, Master, I belong to you."
"Good." He said and yanked out his fingers from my ass. "I think my Kitten needs her bowels cleaned." He stated.
We both knew I didn't need an enema. I regularly cleaned myself out once he left for work. But it's not like I was going to point that out and anger him further.
"Yes, Master." I replied meekly.
"On your knees. You are to crawl unless I tell you otherwise, Kitten."
