He was due home in less than a half-hour. She rushed around, straightening the corners of His books, dusting edges of wooden tables, making certain there was nothing out of place. She had dutifully completed her daily chores – disobedience resulted in discipline: her bottom still bore pink welts left by her last flogging, just yesterday.
His was a fine leather flogger, handcrafted of beautiful black elk. Its eight inch blue, gray & black diamond braided handle was custom fit for His hand; thirty, lush suede leather tails, each twenty inches long and ½" wide, delivered an effective thud and a light sting to her tender bare flesh. She was given these lashings only on rare occasion, but when applied, she was not only compelled to beg for His mercy – she vehemently pleaded for Him to tame her – to use her as He so desired, for His own pleasure.
It had been such an occasion that He caught her, admiring His Masterpiece. It would have been one thing had she been merely caressing the fine bronze pièce de résistance with her brilliant sapphire irises. No, she was appreciating His magnificent sculpted Tower much more intimately.
Actually, she had meticulously molded the original casting for the exquisite Sculpture – she knew every minute detail, had traced the finest lines with her fingernails. Its breadth so broad, her fingers still could not touch even when completely stretched, the beautiful Replica of His hard dick and massive balls stood proudly on His desk.
She was sitting on the floor when He walked in the door yesterday, holding His Masterpiece in both of her little slut hands, fingering its swollen veins. He stood watching from the doorway because she obviously was in a trance: she sat Indian style, wearing only pink satin bikini panties, worshipping His bronzed penis in all its powerful, expressive glory. She had placed the huge erection in front of her and was massaging the large, oval, textured balls that was its base as if she were squeezing His own testicles. Observing His wild, insolate slut did, in fact, cause His balls to ache. He reached down with one hand to grab them hard for momentary relief.
She leaned forward, so that her breasts fell either side of the cold metal Tower. He heard her gasp as she pressed them together, holding His Masterpiece between her generous orbs of flesh – then proceeded to pull her nipples taut around its thickness, holding them tight with one hand. Even from where He stood, He could see that she was aroused – her nipples erect, she was now gliding up and down the smooth bronze shaft. She was bent over like this, the massive Tower poised between her thighs, in a hypnotic daze – was she fucking His Masterpiece?
Stepping closer, He watched her wet, greedy mouth close over the sleek crest of His Masterpiece – His handsome velvet knob so delicately reproduced – her sweet whore lips stretched wide, slipping into the deep ridge.
That was when He realized where her other hand was... buried inside her folds of pink, red and purple labia – her exposed clit pulsing like a tiny hard cock, begging to be stroked again and again. She was frantically pulling and reaching inside the dripping female cave... then it happened.
