This series is based on true events. Enjoy:
It was Sunday morning and I've yet to complete Master's orders.
My phone buzzes, 'Good morning pet, I expect you're ready for me today.'
Reluctantly, I inform master that I disobeyed Him. My excuses only further his disappointment. 'You will be punished pet.'
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With a sinking feeling of defeat I head to church, my last obstacle of the morning before I can be with Him. During the sermon, my upcoming punishment begins to weigh on me. I failed my Master. Or, I thought, have I?
Quickly, I head to the restroom. The angel statues and portraits of Jesus loom over me, a heat begins to fill my body at the thought of my heresy.
I turn on the video camera, let down my dark brown hair, and unbutton my black dress top. My hands fondle my DD breasts, twisting my nipples. A rush of lust fills me as I catch my reflection in the mirror. My rosary hangs down to my navel, Master will be pleased.
I slip my hands down my thin body and begin gently rubbing my clit. Thoughts of Master forcefully fucking me, using me, bruising my pale skin, sends me near the edge. My soft moans turn to gasps. I can hear the preacher, I can feel Master's anger, but I know that He will be pleased.
My body tenses as my climax begins. My hips thrust forward, my body convulses. I moan with relief and look up into the camera. Yes, Master will be pleased.
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I wait outside for a short period til Master arrives. He steps out of the car and walks around to let me in. "Thank you, Sir." I say, smiling happily up to him. He has a stern look and I cast my eyes down.
As we drive, I drape myself around Master and kiss his shoulders. Master leans his head down to kiss my forehead. I coo at His gentleness and nuzzle into his neck, teasing Him with my tongue. Master moves my hand to his thigh, which I begin to kneed carelessly. However, He is not pleased with just my teasing and moves me to His hardening cock.
I whimper, I want Him. I want to please Him. Steadily, I stroke his length. Master remains focused on the road. Occasionally, I hear Master let out a low murmur of a growl. His pleasure excites me and I feel myself getting wet. As we near His house, Master begins to regain His composure. I drape myself over his shoulders once again, my heart pounding with need.