She was pouty, and seemed very disappointed in herself. I finally pulled her back into my lap and grabbed two clothes pins from my coffee table and placed them on her nipples. I laid her with her chest extensions between my legs and started fingering her. She was getting hot again, but I this time restrained her from her orgasm. And that would be her punishment, with her again hot and wanting I sent her home. After she assured me she would call I made sure she left all her undergarments as her little dress was so high up it would be hard to hide that hot little ass from public eye... God she made me hot.
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The calls were pleasing, everyday thanking me and telling me how she thoroughly enjoyed her training. We'd become more acquainted with each other and our sexuality. She was a very intelligent little thing and I enjoyed her ability to hold up a highly educated conversation.
Eventually, as days and months passed we had become more than just slave to her Master, we had a very nice relationship with dates and sometimes she'd spend the night. I had finally bought my own home, 3 rooms, 1 downstairs and 2 upstairs, and a basement in which I began to build my Master's dungeon, soon after Dela's first year in college. Dela seemed to enjoy watching the progress of the dungeon. She was very excited when I promised her we would soon be able to play in it. One night she even spouted several detailed scenes for the dungeons that got me really excited.
Everyday I would come home to see her finishing up her homework for school. This evening no different, after I had finished the dungeon, I had her put on a specific outfit I really loved to see her wear. A tight black see-through blouse, with another corset-cincher in red exposing those small but perfect tits of hers, a layered short skirt with inches of lace designs hanging from the hem, and a frilly pair of panties with matching garter and soft thigh-his.
My crotch was hard as she handed me the leash to the collar she now wore daily and promised never to take off. She knelt to me her eyes downcast, legs spread wide and palms laying just above her knees, her hair softly caressing her shoulder with her chest pressed forward in pride to her body, a position I taught her was my favorite and most desired unless I wanted her further displayed.
Her expression was fine, a sweet smile of pure lust and affection. I leaned down to her and leashed her, telling her to remain kneeled until my surprise was evident. Her excitement to this new event was shown in her random quivering and slight shifting. The doorbell almost startled the poor thing as I turned my shoulders and announced that she would be opening the door.