(This follows "My tattoo branding")
He pulls into the driveway and my head is still swimming from the last hour and a half. My Master showed me off to the world and had me branded. My tattoo artist made me cum while she licked my juices. He just said, "the day is just beginning."
Just beginning? I'm in heaven. I want to thank him for my present and he already has more planned?
I stand up to get out of the car and realize the placement of my branding makes it difficult to be comfortable. That was also part of his plan, I suspect. Keeping my back strait or standing is best. Sitting or leaning over hurts.
I get inside and the pulls off my coat. He slaps my ass while I stand there in just the bra and heels he gave me this morning. Mistress Marti took my panties as a token. "You look ridiculous, I want you naked, now!"
I reach behind and fumble with the clasp and take off the bra. The fabric that created the holes around the nipples grazes them and they get even harder than they were.
I stand before my Master, wearing only heels and he orders me to be a good girl and to make cocktails for us to drink for the next session. I obey. Scotch on the rocks for him and a lemon drop martini for me.
I bring them out on a silver tray and lean over to hand my Master his drink. I cringe when I feel myself lean over, and feel where my branding is still fresh.
"Is my slut grateful for her branding, or not? That does not look like a grateful face." He stares into my eyes, demanding a response.
"I love it, Master. Please let me thank you on my knees." I beg.
He stands before me, keeps eye contact for a few seconds and then looks down at the floor, silently ordering me to my knees. Since he's standing I can keep my back straight and still give his amazing cock all the appreciation it deserves.
He walks away for a minute and comes back with hand cuffs and orders me to put my hands behind my back. He's making it clear, he owns me and is in charge of the day. Mmmm... "yes, Master." I feel myself starting to get wet again.
After binding my arms behind me, my Master stands in front of me again. He grabs by hair tight and bends my head back forcefully. He stares deep into my soul and declares, "you may begin, slut."
I quickly use my tongue and teeth to find his zipper and pull it down. I bite the top of his slacks and whip my head back to get the button unhooked. I'm on a mission.
I gaze at his bulge for a second before using my teeth to pull down his boxer briefs and feel his hard cock pop out and hit me in the face. He chuckles, while watching his cock own my face. His smirk melts me as I feel my juices start to drip down my leg.
He grabs my head, and then his cock and starts tracing my lips with it. I slide out my tongue to wet my lips and he quickly slaps my face with his cock. "I did not give you permission to taste yet"
"I'm sorry Master, please forgive me." I say with begging eyes, hoping he will let me keep going.
He traces my lips again with the tip of his cock, teasing me, almost challenging me to try to take a taste again. I'm a good girl and wait.
"You may begin," he says. I slide my tongue out and lay it flat against the tip, and swirl it around. I hear him let out a moan of approval. I suck on the tip like a lollipop, alternating between long licks and sucking.
I start to slide my tongue down his shaft and look up at him for approval, he nods. First, I lick it like a popsicle before sucking in as much as I can, as deep as I can. He grabs my hair again I feel him begin to move back and forth, sliding his thick cock in and out of my mouth. Since my arms are bound behind me he takes the lead, fucking my face, owning me. I feel the back of my throat spasm a bit as the thrusts it hard, and I know he's enjoying it.
Almost without notice he pulls his cock out of my mouth and cums all over my face and tits.
