She dressed as he had directed. Black latex corset, which cupped her breasts accentuating their firmness, short latex skirt, stockings and ballet shoes each piece carefully chosen and worn to please him.
She crawled to him, her ass and legs high, showing the line of the pointed boots. She had yet to master walking in them, but he enjoyed the slow progress she made across the floor, her slow measured crawl, an obvious effort; knowing she did this for him and him alone.
The plastic matting stuck to her with each move forward, the sticking of it forced her skirt upwards showing the tops of her stockings and hinted at the delights of her sex.
She looked up at him, as she knelt, waiting for his instructions. Calmly he pulled her into a kneeling position between his legs and cupped her face in his hands. His eyes roamed over her face studying her carefully, slowly, as if there was no other moment but this. Slowly, so slowly, eyes never leaving her face he opened her mouth. Eyes and mouth open, she was trapped in his gaze, her mind and body held firm by his look alone. He leaned into her and carefully spat deep in her mouth. She remained still, his spit pooling on her tongue. His fingers reached into her, spreading his spit over her tongue and teeth until it fill every part of her.
"Now swallow"
She did as he bid, her pulse racing but knowing he wanted calm obedience not frantic racing to please. She felt his spit in her throat swallowing it down inside her, feeling him within her and yet he had only begun.
She knew she was wet, wet with excitement, nerves and wanting him to possess her completely. She craved his cock in her mouth; as much as she tried she could not help but a swift glance to his crotch.
He missed nothing, he saw her submission and her craving but this was for his pleasure, he knew what she wanted and knew she would want it hard, fast, and immediate and then she would still crave more. He wanted a slower pace, a pace to drive her to the edge and then maybe, just maybe, he would her allow her to go over it.
He cupped her chin back up to look at him before standing upright, his cock still enclosed in his clothing and yet so close to her face she could not help but let a small moan escape her lips as she thought about how it would feel in her mouth.
"My cock sucking little whore, you will not have it in your mouth yet, maybe not at all. I know you, I know all you desire; but this is for my pleasure, understand"
"Yes Sir,"
her voice a soft whisper, the one syllable full of her need for him.
She was his, she wanted to be his, she wanted so much to please him; but God she wanted his cock, the texture, the feel, and the way it moved in her mouth. She was distracted by thoughts of his beautiful cock and worked to bring her full attention back to his voice and his desires.
He withdrew his body slightly away from her, and she watched, barely breathing, at how he brought out his cock and held it in his hands. It was hard, rock hard; the tip of it glistened with pre-cum. As she stared at it the strands dripped in a long line from the tip.
"Open"
She opened her mouth and put out her tongue. The strands fell directly onto her tongue; she could feel the wetness of it hanging there. He did not direct her to swallow and so she sat, begging him with her eyes, waiting to taste him.
He moved his cock and the strands sticky and attached to her tongue moved over her upper lip, upwards to her nose, across her cheek and into her hair. She felt denied of the pleasure of tasting him and yet the feel of his pre-cum covering her face was so erotic she once again moaned a little at the thought of being covered in all he wished to give.
She was aware he was playing with his cock, she watched fascinated as his hand worked up and down the shaft, covering the head and back again. He reached down and dug his hand into her corset, drawing out her breast. As one hand worked his cock the other squeezed and pulled on her nipple his fingers digging into her flesh. She pushed forward into him, her breath was hard and fast; the pain radiated deep into her cunt and she eyes closed with the pleasure the pain gave.
"Look at me slut"
She looked up at him, the intensity of the pain making her rock as she craved release.
"Please, please Sir, please can I...."
Her voice drifted off as she tried to control the building orgasm, her cunt was so wet strings of wetness clung to her skirt and stockings. She continued to beg as she watched his hand and cock flying faster and faster, felt his fingers hard on her nipple, hurting her to a point of almost no return.
"My pleasure slut, No, you may not. Show me you can control your needs in order to please me"
