Penelope
Sebastian and I laid there for a little while in post orgasm bliss before he said he wanted some coffee.
"At your service Master," I said as I peeled off him. He groaned and watched me with sharp eyes.
"Do you have any costumes?"
I turned around in the space between my doorway and the bed, blinking at him.
"Costumes? Like for halloween?"
"Yes, any sexy maids, sexy nurses, sexy..."
"Oh," he was making me blush.
"Well?" Sebastian raised a brow at me. I motioned for him to follow me into my closet. All I had was an old waitress uniform I had worn when I was 20, but since then my tits and hips had grown. I don't know what made me admit to this as I could have just said no I have nothing of the sort and moved on with my life.
Instead, I held up the tiny skirt and too small blouse.
"Where did you used to wear that?" Sebastian smirked.
"I was a waitress through college," I explained.
He nodded and motioned for me to try it on. Once again I felt exposed in front of Sebastian. He was expecting me to get changed right in front of him.
"What're you waiting for?" He asked as I hesitated.
"Turn around," I replied.
Sebastian laughed but did as he was told. I began to strip with his back turned. "You know you're being so ridiculous," he chuckled.
"I'm not," I said, pulling the skirt up and onto my body.
"How's this too intimate but being a perverse little slut and touching yourself isn't?" He teased me.
"Sebastian," I snapped at him.
He laughed harder. I was turning beet red. I rushed through putting the blouse on.
"Watch your tone, slut," he snapped back.
I was dressed then. The skirt was just below my ass, tight and black, a stretchy material. The blouse buttons were almost popping over my tits so I unbuttoned them, showing ample cleavage. I wasn't even that busty I was just a late bloomer, and the blouse was tight back then let alone now.
"You can turn around, Sir," I said in a soft tone.
Sebastian turned and when his eyes landed on my body they almost fell from his head. I covered my mouth with my hand, almost as if I didn't want him to see my smile. His eyes met mine.
"I think I'll enjoy ordering you around in this. Do you have an apron?" He asked.
"I have a little white one," I said. "It's in the kitchen."
I began to walk and Sebastian followed me. We walked down the short hallway of my bedroom and into the living and kitchen area of my apartment. It was an open plan.
I stepped into the kitchen and opened the drawer where my tea towels and apron were. I pulled it out and fastened it around me, making it tight on my waist.
"Why don't you make me coffee and some breakfast while I sit and admire you? Okay slut?" Sebastian ordered.
I spun on my heel to see him sitting at my breakfast bar staring at me.
"Is this going to be part of our dynamic? Me doing all the housework and cooking?" I asked, a small frown threatened to escape.
"No, I'll only make you do these things for my pleasure. Make you do the laundry naked then fuck you over the machine. I'll dress you up like a French maid and make you dust my office while I work and suck my cock when I need a break," he said.
I realised then the game he wanted to play. It turned me on to be ordered around but I was worried of being taken advantage of. So, this suited me just fine.
"So this is all part of the game?"
For a moment I wasn't sure if Sebastian caught my meaning but then he nodded. "Yes."
I walked over to the other side of the breakfast bar and bent down so my tits dropped. I was giving Sebastian a show. "Well then, how would you like your coffee Master?" I batted my lashes.
"Do you have an espresso machine, honey?"
"I do, one of the pod ones."
"Could you make me a latte?"
"I can-- and if I do a bad job?" I chewed on my lip.
"I'll have to teach you how to make a good coffee before I take you over my knee and teach you what happens when I am displeased with your service," he replied.
I nodded and spun on my heel. I got to work making Sebastian and myself coffees. I made his first then my own before picking his up and walking it to the breakfast bar, presenting it to him.
"Here is your coffee Master," I said.
Sebastian took a sip and then nodded. "I won't beat you today."
"Thank you Master," I replied. "Can I drink my coffee now?"
"Yes slut. Go get your coffee."
I turned and went to grab my coffee before returning with it. I sat on the stool next to Sebastian. I took a few sips and we sat in silence for a little while.
"What did you want to do today, Master?" I asked.
"I want to see how far I can push my dirty little slut," he replied. A zap of arousal hit my pussy. I was all tingly, ready for whatever Sebastian had planned for me.
***
We finished our coffee and Sebastian turned to me. He watched me the way a predator watches its prey. His hand found a tendril of my hair, tugging at it, hurting me.
"Do you have any toys in the house?" he asked.
"Like what," I replied.
I knew what he meant, but I wanted to hear him say it.
"Do you have a riding crop or a cane, slut," Sebastian asked. Even when he degraded me like that he had an edge to his voice that made me know he didn't mean it in a bad way. On the contrary he was almost praising me through degradation.
"I have a riding crop," I said. I hadn't actually bought it to play with. Especially considering I had no one to hit me. But I had bought some lingerie and it came with it as a free gift. At the time the shop assistant thought it was hilarious that they were giving those out. As I put it in my bag, I wondered if I would ever be able to use it.
"Go get it," Sebastian told me.
I stood up off my stool and scurried back to my bedroom. In my closet I began rifling through my lingerie drawer. I found the riding crop right at the back. I don't know why I was basically hiding it. No one was going through my stuff. I lived alone. Yet I guess I had just the smallest bit of shame for my desires buried deep inside me.
I grabbed it and walked back out to Sebastian. When he saw me his eyes raked up and down the length of my body. He made me feel so beautiful. It was hard to explain. I close the distance between us and presented the crop to him.
"On your knees slut," Sebastian commanded.
I dropped down to my hands and knees just like I was told. It was so demeaning to be down here on the floor. Sebastian stood over me then. He cracked the crop against my ass.
"Crawl bitch."
"Yes Sir."
I began to crawl through the apartment towards the living area and away from the kitchen. I figured over here we'd have more room to play. Sebastian cracked the crop against my ass again and again as we moved through the apartment. I stopped mid crawl with each and every smack. The pain zipped through me transforming into pleasure. I was practically panting by the time we reached my couch.
"Sit on the couch, legs spread, arms to your sides. I want to see just how much my pretty little slut can take," Sebastian said to me.
I bit my lip as I started to stand. A crack landed against my thigh and then another.
"Did I say you can stand?"
I shook my head. "No but..." how the hell was I meant to get on the couch. I pouted up at Sebastian.
"Crawl onto the couch, like a good little slut," he told me.
I couldn't help but frown. "Yes Master."
Sebastian smirked down at me as I leaned back so I was kneeling then I put my hands on the seat of the couch and started pulling myself up on it. It felt unnatural to move this way but after a few seconds I managed to get onto the couch. I situated myself so I was sitting back with my legs spread.
"We're going to play a kinky version of this or that," Sebastian said to me.
I looked at him with knitted brows. I'm sure he could sense my confusion.
"I will throw out two kinky practices and you will reply with the one you prefer," he said.
