Dedicated with love and loyalty to my Master, Sir Maxim Brynn.
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The afternoon sun creeping across the quilt, from the bottom of the bed up to her sleepy face, caused her to stir. Her hand batted at the bedside table until she felt the cell phone in her grasp. Opening just one eye, she peered at the time. Two pm...she jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom with thoughts of her Master's arrival swirling in her mind. Standing under the hot stream of water as she worked the vanilla scented shampoo through her long thick tresses, she imagined him there with her. Closing her eyes to picture him more clearly, she saw him standing naked before her with the soap in hand. The trembling girl could almost feel his strong hands, well lathered, gliding over her ample breasts. She moaned softly as her Master in her mind turned his slippery thumb in circles round her hardening nipples. Opening her eyes to look down at her peaks, she was not surprised to find them hard, perky and pointing outward. The affect he had on her was intense at all times. Even the thought of him aroused her fully and made her yearn to drop to her knees.
"Soon" she thought "very soon, my beloved Master will be here." Toweling off, she avoided more than a pat between her legs with the terry cloth, not wanting to make herself more excited before he arrived. He wished her orgasms to be for him. Sometimes, he let her have the freedom to cum without him. She'd found though that she never enjoyed it nearly as well without him. Besides, her Master was a good man, the best she'd ever known. He deserved to have her all. Every little moan and whimper should be for the man who commanded and inspired her lust. As she pinned the little braids to the back of her hair, she heard the car pull into the driveway. A little whimper escaped her lips. Every inch of her body suddenly became weak and hot. Between her legs the delicious familiar ache intensified, accompanied by a rush of heat. The ringing phone on the bathroom counter startled her. She looked from the phone, to her sexy little strappy outfit, back to the phone. "It must be him" she thought, reaching quickly for the phone. Seeing his face on the screen, she grinned, rocking on her heels like an excited girl getting a call from her crush.
"Hello, Master!" The joy in her voice could not be contained.
"Bitch, are you dressed?" He growled into the phone.
"N-no, Master. I've washed, but I hadn't dressed yet."
"My sweet sexy bitch is completely naked in there?" His thick southern drawl and obvious pleasure at finding that she hadn't covered herself yet brought her quickly back to her smiling excited state. "Bitch, MY bitch...come to the window. Bring your toys."
Snatching the little box from the stand beside her bed, she rushed obediently to the window while popping her ear buds into the phone to keep both hands free to do his bidding. For a brief second the word "neighbors" popped into her mind. She quickly shoved it aside. What Master wishes, Master gets. If that seriously old man across the street is peeking, so be it. Pushing the curtains aside, she looked down toward his car below. She could just barely see the outline of her gorgeous Master at this distance but his voice was clear in her ears.
"There's my beautiful bitch. Clothespins, precious girl..one on each nipple."
"Yes, Master" his girl eagerly reached into her box of toys, grabbing two blue pins. Without hesitation, she clamped them fully round each nipple, gasping loudly. "Like that, Master?" She gasped, her nipples tingling and burning hot.
"Good girl." The pleasure in his voice immediately made her clit throb. "Now, another on each side of each nipple, on the areola. Use the white ones." Her hand thrust quickly back into the box, gathering four white clothespins. Not for one second did she concern herself with why he wanted white. He did. That was enough to know. Clasping each pin hard onto a good bit of the pink bumpy flesh, she looked down to the car again, smiling as sweetly as ever at him.
"What a good bitch, you are." His voice was low, deep and lusty. She thought her knees would betray her. Somehow, trembling as she was, she managed to stay standing. "Whore, stand on your little stool. I want to see your cunt." This time, she did briefly think about the old man across the road, but only for a split second. Using her foot to drag the little stool over so her Master would still see her at all times, she stepped up onto it, flashing the world a view of her smooth freshly shaved mound. She'd left the little strip over her slit as her Master preferred. "Mmmmmm, my sexy bitch. Who's whore are you?"
"Master," she positively cooed, "I am your dirty little whore, only yours." She smiled, seeing the vague outline of his body shift behind the car window as he seemed to sit up proudly. "Yours Master, your bitch, your whore, your hungry cum slut." The last she followed with a lick of her lips. He could see her perfectly. She knew this well. A set of binoculars had been given to him as a gift by his sub for just such occasions. Standing in the window with his hungry eyes upon her, she felt beautiful and bold. Knowing he would appreciate it, she cupped her tits in her hands, lifting them up.
