I've never had a pet before, at least not of the human variety, and had I been asked I would have claimed little interest in one. I suppose I should have known I was wrong, for I am certainly enjoying the delightful attentions of one at the moment... immensely. I adore my little slave boy, and how much he aches and whimpers for cum, and humiliation... anything my heart desires. So for his shame, my pleasure , and everyone else's random enjoyment; the following was written for him. I couldn't have asked or wished for anything more.
*****
I would be waiting when you got home, waiting just within line-of-sight of the door. Torso encased in a tight black corset, letting my breasts hang free, nipples hardened to small peaks. Stiletto-heeled, patent leather thigh high boots draw your eyes upward, to my gloriously bare pussy. From across the room I can watch your cock stir. Coming to life slowly in the confines of your trousers, as you continue to caress me with your eyes. The sound of a riding crop against my hand snaps your attention to my eyes, now regarding you through half-lids.
"I'm glad you like what you see, my Simon. I think perhaps, if you behave admirably, and complete the tasks I set you... you just might be allowed the chance to sample my pretty charms at some point!"
My heels make small clicks, as I approach you slowly, all the while measuring out an even cadence with the crop. When I am within around 5 feet or so, I come to a stop our eyes still locked.
"Have you gotten enough of an eyeful, pet? The fact that you still have your clothing on is beginning to irritate me, which doesn't bode well for you later. Now, strip... then kneel, and keep your eyes down dear, I haven't given you permission to look at my cunt yet, though I do appreciate your very obvious enjoyment of the view."
Your eyes drop to the floor as you hasten to comply, ridding yourself of your clothing rather quickly, before dropping to the floor in front of me, gaze locked on the toes of my boots.
"Mmmm, such a good boy. Once you've been told what to do you manage very nicely. Now, take your cock and balls into your hands and hold them tightly for me."
I watch you, as I close the remaining distance between us, one of your hands cups your scrotum gingerly, the other encircles the base of your shaft, pulling the skin downward slightly before you tighten your hands fully.
I let my eyes play over your kneeling form, loving the sight of your bent neck and close cropped dark hair, hard cock presented and displayed for my pleasure.
I wrap my hand into your hair, nails scraping across your scalp before wrenching your head back sharply. Your eyes remain appropriately lidded as I press your face into my musky cunt. The heat and scent of my sex envelop you and I can feel the soft kiss of your breath caress my heavy clit.
"Are you ready to show me how much you want to please that pretty pussy? Hmmm?" You're already soft reply is muffled.
"Fuck.. yes, please."
The answering riding crop, skipping off your ass, stings your pride more than your skin.
"I think I heard you wrong cockslut, did I?"
"Unh.. yes Ma'am, I'm sorry. Please.. I want to lick Your Cunt, let me please you."
"I do like the sounds of your begging, bitch..." My hand still wrapped tightly in your hair, I move slowly into the next room, forcing you to crawl beside me- cock firmly in your hands.
Stopping before the couch, I circle around you tugging lightly at your short hairs before lowering myself down and letting my legs fall open to either side.
"Beg my cunt, slut. I want to hear the sounds of your mouth watering in desire as you contemplate licking up my sweet cum. Hold your cock out while you beg me to suck on my clit..."
The riding crop falls smartly down on your shoulders, as you feel the desire begin writhing through your body. A breath escapes your chest, as you lean in toward my moist cunt placing your lips just on the outside of my hot little hole. While your heady voice begins it's plea's...
*****
The sweet taste of my cum lingers on your lips; your hard cock is heavy, almost painful with need. You work your hand up and down your length careful not to push yourself over the edge. My parting promise about going to fetch some things I had found "rather intriguing", only adds to your erotic suspense.
The television, positioned so you can watch your own humiliation, displays a picture of you to all. Most importantly, it is being recorded for my later enjoyment. Kneeling in the middle of the room, trying your damndest to heed my admonishment not to cum while maintaining a fierce erection during my absence, you are a tantalizing sight. Your pinkened ass serving as an appetizer of what is to happen, should you spill your seed or soften. The paddle handle held firmly between your teeth; I imagine anyone who happened to glance in the window would get quite an eyeful...
By the time I return, the head of your cock is a deep purple and it juts proudly from your body in a salute to me as I enter. I set a bag down by my side as I begin to undo the buttons of my long black overcoat, revealing my still barely clad form. Watching yours eyes drink in the sight of my body and your cock twitch uncontrollably brings a cruel smile to my face.
"I'm glad you haven't cum while I was gone, but you did seem to forget your manners while you had idle time. We are going to have to correct that, oh little toy-of-mine."
To late, you drop your eyes, but not before you see me striding toward you quickly. You begin to stammer out an apology, attempting to mollify me, when you feel my hand biting into the back of your neck propelling your face forward into the carpeted floor. I caress your ass a few times before dealing several sharp stinging slaps to first one side, then the other. I repeat this process until you flinch at the sharp touch of my nail against your abused skin.
"Mmm, I love the sight of you spread out on your hands and knees, waiting to get fucked. Your ass looks so pretty with my hand prints on it, pet. Don't you think so?"
I wrench your head up so you can see the screen, now showing your ass- red angry splotches marring your delicate white skin. The difficult angle of your neck makes it hard to speak as you reply.
"Yes Mistress, thank You."
"So polite now, hold your ass open for the camera, Simon."
Finally able to release your hard cock; you struggle for a second to reach behind you, gripping your hot ass in your hands and holding it wide.