Home from her part-time work, Mollie knelt quietly near the door. She was clad only in her collar, with its attached leash, and sexy white panties. Nothing else. Her heart rate was accelerating as the time approached for her Dom, Sir Phillips, to arrive home from work. She hoped he'd approve of her newest panties. He'd given her permission to search the internet and order panties that she felt might titillate his senses, and the thin envelope containing these had dropped through their mail slot just this afternoon.
She mentally reviewed what he would see her wearing. A white lace heart design covered her sacrum. From the bottom of the heart, a thin white thong disappeared into the valley between the swellings of her lovely ass cheeks. Two pairs of thin white straps ran from the top and center of the heart in roughly parallel lines around her hips. Those straps converged on the top corners of a thin white triangle that pointed down over her sex to join with the thong strap. However, as the triangle disappeared under the curve of her sex, its center split open, allowing her labia to protrude - it was therefore shockingly crotchless!
She was glad to be able to obtain new panties on a regular basis, because one of the rules that he'd established was that, when she was here in the house, she could only wear panties - nothing else. It was either that, or be completely naked. Neither option was an ordeal, because the house was kept comfortably warm at all times. Of course, whenever she had to leave the house, either on errands, or to go to her part-time job, Sir Phillips would dictate what she wore. If it was cold out, he'd tell her to wear a turtleneck sweater or blouse, and if it was warm, a lightweight scarf, because she was never to remove her collar. Her collar was the sign of his ownership. She'd freely submitted to this D/s relationship with him months ago, and hadn't regretted her decision.
She heard his key working the door lock, and knelt a little straighter, thrusting her tits forward in presentation. Even though her eyes were downcast submissively, the moment he entered, she knew it was he. Her nose had been conditioned to recognize his scent, and that same conditioning brought a warm flush to her face and chest, as her cunt started lubricating. "Good evening, Sir," she said quietly. "I hope you had a good day at work."
"Thank you, pet," he replied. He stood before her. "The day went well, but I need your mouth to help me relax."
She knew what was expected of her, and smiled happily as she opened his trousers and carefully freed his cock. It was still limp, but she knew that it wouldn't be that way for long. She wrapped her lips around it, and ran her tongue against its warm flesh as she started sucking. As she did this, Sir Phillips reached down and also fished his ball sack free of his clothing, a signal that she was allowed to use her hands as well.
Still sucking on his now stiffening cock, her hands came up to cup and caress his balls. She loved to feel those testicles moving and shifting inside their sack as they reacted to her stimulation. The actions of her hands had the desired effect - his cock engorged to its full length and girth within a few minutes. She heard him sighing with pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth, pet," he informed her.
She immediately removed her hands and tilted her head a little to align her mouth and throat with his cock shaft. His hands gripped the sides of her head as he began his thrusts. Weeks ago, he'd begun training her in deep-throating. At first, she'd gagged and choked, unable to control that reflex, the moment the head of his dick touched the back of her mouth. He'd been patient, instructing her in how to breathe between strokes, how to align herself, and especially how to use the swallowing muscles of her throat to prevent the gag reflex. Mollie was determined to please him in this manner, and eventually succeeded in accepting the head of his cock deep into her throat. She was so elated to master this technique that she looked forward to being used this way, now.
Sir Phillips looked down at his girl, watching his cock moving in and out of her receptive mouth. As his excitement built, he was pushing the entire length of his manhood into her mouth and throat. Since Mollie had learned the proper manner of breathing, he could now pause with her lips pressed firmly against his pubes, and feel her throat muscles massaging his glans as she made swallowing contractions. He'd then pull back, hear her take a whistling breath through her nose, and then shove his cock again deep into her throat. He was pleased to note that his pet had placed her hands behind her back the moment she removed them from his ball sack, as she'd been taught.
After a good five to ten minutes of his fucking of her mouth, the saliva escaping from her lips was freely drooling and coating his ball sack. The wetness both cooled his balls in an exciting manner, and also caused wet, smacking sounds as they slapped against Mollie's chin. Sir Phillips felt the sensation that signaled his imminent release. "Deep breaths, pet," he warned her.
Mollie knew what this meant. Each time he pulled back, she made certain to suck as much air into her lungs as possible. She didn't know which thrust would trigger his upcoming ejaculation, but she knew that she had to be ready to hold her breath. After about five more thrusts, it happened. With a loud groaning grunt, Sir Phillips jammed his cock as far down her throat as he could, and held it there as it began spewing his semen. The swallowing motions that Mollie used to prevent gagging now served to drag each spurt of his cum quickly down into her stomach. She held her breath and swallowed rapidly, draining away his tension, along with his ejaculate.
After perhaps five or six spurts, and a final dribble, Sir Phillips sighed and pulled his hips backward, freeing Mollie's throat of his slowly deflating cock. She gratefully expelled the air she'd been holding, and took another breath. Keeping her hands submissively positioned behind her back, she used her dainty tongue to lick his balls and cock as clean as possible, removing her gobs of saliva, and the last remnants of his seed. She was happy to do this, because when he spurted directly into her throat, as exciting as that was, she couldn't taste his cum that way. When she cleaned off his last drops with her tongue, she was rewarded with its full flavor.
Sir Phillips tucked away his male equipment when Mollie had finished cleansing it, and raised her chin to make eye contact with her. "Stand up, my pet, and show me what you're wearing."
Mollie lifted herself gracefully onto her feet, and at the same time interlaced her fingers behind her head, proudly displaying her body to him, in the hopes of pleasing him more. He studied her panties from the front, and then touched her hip to turn her to face away from him.
"Very pretty little white heart on your rear, pet. And now I see that it's like a thong, leaving both your ass cheeks uncovered. I approve."
Mollie quivered happily, thrilled to hear his approval. She felt his hand on her hip again, and, at his touch, turned to face him.
"You've given me a double pleasure tonight, girl. I think you've earned a treat, following your evening spanking." A smile appeared on Mollie's lips. He commanded, "Wait as you are until I'm seated on the sofa. Then crawl over and get across my knees." He walked away.
When he was properly positioned, Mollie got down on all fours and began crawling, letting the leash on her collar trail along the floor between her legs. As she'd been trained, she looked directly into his face as she crawled toward him, letting him see the expression of joy on her face as she approached for her spanking. Sir Phillips had decided that Mollie should receive at least two spankings each day - one in the morning, and the other in the evening. Of course, if she did something that merited punishment, she'd get extra spankings, or worse.
As she draped herself across his knees, she wondered if he'd peel down her panties. If the cloth covered any significant amount of her ass cheeks, his habit was to remove them completely. She felt his left hand press reassuringly between her shoulder blades. This was her signal to reach down and hold his left ankle. Apparently, her panties would stay in place, this time. Moments later, his open palm cracked smartly onto her right ass cheek. Then her left. Even though her ass stung, she made no sound, yet.
Sir Phillips continued swatting her ass. As it turned pink, Mollie began to gasp and squirm, her muscles tensing. Each successive swat now caused her to emit a sound of pain as she writhed - nothing coherent, not words at all. She knew he'd never bruise her ass flesh, since he treasured its firm smoothness. But that didn't make this portion of the spanking any less painful. She just clutched his ankle firmly and submitted.
When his blows ceased, and his palm began slowly stroking her heated skin, she knew he was done. She sobbed a tiny bit, as the pleasure of his stroking competed with the stinging pain. Gradually, her tensed body relaxed and seemed to melt under his stroking. When his hands started caressing her inner thighs, she'd learned he wanted her to move her thighs apart, giving him access to her intimate region.
As she did so, his fingers dipped inward and made direct contact with her puffy labia. She felt his body shift as he leaned forward and tilted his torso more toward her feet, obviously looking where his fingers were.
"Oho! What's this, pet?" he chuckled. "I expected to have to press the thong string aside." His fingers probed a little more, entering her wetness. "These panties are crotchless?"
"Yes, Sir. I hope they still please you."
"I can't tell you what an obscene, lewd display is before my eyes right now," he stated. "You must've arranged your labia to protrude through the crotch opening when you put these on, right?" he asked.
