Sir And I 3

"Take off your clothes," he growled at me. I started to unbutton my shirt as he sat down in a big, plush leather chair in front of me. His dark brown eyes drilled into me as I pulled off my blouse to reveal my black bra. It was so quiet in the room as I unzipped my skirt. All the lights were off except one large floor lamp next to his big chair.

"Leave your panties on." He commanded and I obeyed. My pink, lacy thong remained on as he prowled over to me. He unclasped my bra with his rough hands, and then started grabbing my tits. "I love your tits, slut." He whispered as he pulled my nipples and pinched them with his fingernails. The pain shot heat right through my core and a moan escaped my lips. He smiled at me as he continued to play with my nipples.

His right hand started to linger down my stomach to the waistband of my thong while his left hand continued to play with my tits. He started to stroke my pussy over my panties. I could barely breathe, I wanted him so bad. "Are you wet for me, slut?" He purred in my ear.

"Yes," I choked out, and he responded by slapping my ass, hard.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl." He said and planted a kiss on my forehead.

My pussy was throbbing. He was still stroking it and I could barely stand it any longer. "Do you want me to touch your pussy, whore?" He spat at me. The word whore made me even wetter. "Yes, sir." I said, meekly. He laughed at me and then he took my thong off. "Open your mouth." He commanded. I obeyed and he stuck my panties right in my mouth. "Okay bitch, you can close it now. Do you like the way you taste?" He said. I nodded, as I could no longer speak because my mouth was filled with my underwear. He laughed at me, again. My cheeks heated.

"You are such a slut. Only a slut would like how she tastes. Spread your legs whore, and clasp your hands behind your back." He barked.

Everything he said turned me on, and I hated it. I was so ashamed to like him calling me awful things. But yet, it felt so good. He walked over to a chest of drawers and brought back handcuffs that had pink, fluffy padding. He walked around me and chained my hands together behind my back. Then, he walked in front of me, looked me in the eyes, and put a finger in my pussy. I whimpered as he pounded his finger into me.

"You're so wet you stupid bitch." He laughed. He loved the power he had over me. And I was very wet. I could hear my noises as his finger went in and out. Then, he added another one. My pussy was tight around his fingers. "Look at you. My little slut. You want my dick so bad, don't you?" He cooed. I nodded, desperately. I would do anything to feel his dick inside of me.

"Bend over my bed." He demanded. I practically ran to his bed. He came up behind me and kicked my legs apart. My hands were still handcuffed behind me, and my mouth was still filled. I was nothing, but a little cum slut. And he knew it.

I vaguely heard him grabbing things, I couldn't imagine what. But next thing I know, my clit is vibrating and two of his fingers were back in my pussy. "Don't cum without permission, bitch." He said. But, I was so close. It was almost impossible not to. I was moaning so loud, even with my mouth being filled. He was circling my clit with the vibrator and he added another finger into my pussy, stretching it out. "Good slut," he purred, "take my fingers into your tight pussy. Let me stretch that slutty pussy out."

He was running the vibrator up and down my slit, and I could barely breathe. His fingers were rapidly pumping into my pussy, and then he added a fourth finger. And before I could stop it. Before I could even think. I was squirting. All over the place. All over him. My body was convulsing. A rush of goodness flooded over me for one brief moment.

And then, I felt his hands grab me by the hair. He started to drag me towards the couch and my pussy was still dripping with my cum. "You disgusting whore." He snarled. He was so disgusted, he couldn't even look at me. "I told you not to cum without my permission and you directly disobeyed me. How useless can you be?" He continued.

He sat down and pulled me over his knee, so that my ass was in the perfect spanking position. "You're a bad, bad girl." He said. "And you know what happens to bad girls, don't you slut?" He asked mockingly. Then, he started spanking my ass with his hand.

"Count." He commanded.

"One."

Spank.

"Two."

Spank

And so it continued, when we got to twenty. He paused for a moment and slid a finger down my slit. "Such a sad, desperate slut. Couldn't even wait until I was fucking you to cum?" He said as he teased my swollen clit. Then, just as quickly as he started, he stopped touching me and went back to spanking me. And I continued to count, until I was squirming on his thighs. I knew I left a wet spot on his pants because the way he was spanking me was making my pussy so wet. My ass was red and throbbing. I knew it was going to be bruised for days and that made me smile.

"Get on your knees, slut."

I tried to roll myself off of his lap and onto the floor. Which was hard because my hands were behind my back and I ended up just kind of flopping onto the floor. And he just sat there, laughing at me, making fun of me. "Look at the poor, little whore. Can't even get on her knees. What a dumb bitch." He mocked.

Eventually, I managed to get to my knees after struggling for a bit. Then, he took my thong out of my mouth. "Thank me for your punishment." He said.

"Thank you, sir." I said.

"Now, kiss my shoe."

I paused.

"Kiss my shoe slut, don't make me spank you again."

I bent down and kissed his shiny shoe.

"Good whore, maybe next time I'll fuck you."