"I'm sorry," I mumble.
"Good," he says, "or it will be worse next time." He removes the blindfold.
"Kiss the cane," he says and holds it in front of my face. I kiss it.
He rubs the end of the cane on my face, on my body, across my breasts and on my wet cunt
"You are so wet. You like being punished?" he says, looking at me.
"No Sir." I say
"You must like to be punished. Or was it just my cock in your cunt mouth - was that it?" his voice has hardened again.
I stumble on answers. He slaps my face.
"Answer when you are spoken to," he says.
Before I answer, he is in front of me and my head is being forced ion his huge erection. In and out with force, I choke and gag. He fucks my face harder. The wetness from deep in my throat drips on his erection and on my mouth and breasts.
He pushes my head away from him. I swallow in air hard. He kneels down and unbinds my hands. He tucks his erection into his pants.
"Stand up," he commands. I stand. He walks across the room and sits down on the couch.
"Come here and take off my clothes." I walk to the couch and kneel in front of him. I move my hands under his shirt and pull it up over his head. My hands linger on his chest, smooth and muscled. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He lifts his hips and I slide first his pants and then his underwear off his body.
He leans forward, so close his face is almost touching mine. His hands pinch my nipples, hard, pulling. The pain lifts me off my knees.
"That was your punishment," he says in almost a whisper, "and this is your apology."
He lays back on the couch and brings his knees up into his chest, exposing his round, shaved balls and ass.
"Lick my ass hole like the little ass eater you are," he says.
I move my face down to his ass and lick, gently at first, then harder, sucking gently at the tender skin there. Taking in the smell of his body and how intimately close I am to him. He lets me apologize for a few minutes.
"Do you like that?" his voice is far off, dreamy.
"Mmmmmm, yes Sir." I say, happily.
He sits up suddenly and grabs my hair. Dragging me up to a standing position. Dragging me to the bathroom.
"Take off your bra." His voice is deep, sharp.
My shaking hands remove my bra. His hands are still in my hair and they jerk me over to the bathtub.
"Get in." There is only controlled anger in his voice. I am scared, shaking.
I step into the bathtub. He pushes me down onto my hands and knees.
"Tell me you want my piss on you." His voice makes me tremble.
I look at him, pleading to understand.
"Have you forgotten who's whore you are so soon," he growls, "you like licking ass? You think this is about what a slut enjoys?"
I stare at him, my arms shaking, the cold feel of the bathtub beneath my knees and hands.
"Say. It." His voice spurs me forward.
"I want your piss on me." I say, my voice unsteady.
I feel the warm pee hit my ass first and trickle down the sides of my body into the tub. The liquid grows beneath me.
"Now stand up," he orders. I stand facing him. A stream of urine hits my bare vagina and trails down my thighs onto my calves and feet.
"Such a good slut," he says as he grabs my hair and pulls me from the bathtub. He walks me back and pushes me down into my spot on the floor.
"Now, suck the cock that pissed on you, whore," he says as he stands in front of me. I take his erection into my mouth and suck, forcing my head down as far as it will go. I try and control the moans that are coming from my mouth. His hands alternate between holding my head, twisting my nipples and slapping my face. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and puts in the ball gag, tightening it behind my head. He pushes me down on my hands and knees. I hear the rip of the condom wrapper and feel his cock enter my pussy. I moan through the ball gag.
"Such a fucking slut," he says, "my slut." He fucks me harder, my ass bouncing against his body. His hands reach into my hair and grasp it, pulling my head so far back that I feel it will break. My moans are louder now as I match his thrusting with my own rhythm. He grabs my ass, roughly.
"Cum on my cock, you piss whore," he says. His voice is deep and breathless. I cum, hard and wet. I am breathless in ecstasy.
"Turn over," he says as he withdraws and forcefully moves me to lay on my back. He grabs my nipples again. I moan deeply, lifting my hips. He pushes my legs forward and enters my ass with his full erection. My body arches at the pain and then releases with each deep thrust. My fingernails dig into his skin.
"Fucking tight ass whore," he says, his voice is husky with desire. He pounds into my ass, over and over. His fingers moving on my clit, I cum hard, my whole body tightening, releasing. My moans are loud under the gag. He continues to pound into me, until I hear him moan, his body tighten and his cock throb vigorously inside me.
He withdraws and sits up. They smile at each other. He swats her breast with one hand and says playfully, "Go take a shower, piss whore."
