I drop to my knees and bow my head as I hear the key in the door. Master is home. I am attired in my daily wear of locking wrist cuffs and collar. Master's plug is in my ass and his favorite red ball gag is around my neck, waiting for use. My hands rest on my knees, which are spread apart as I kneel. Master likes me to be open and available to him whenever I am in his presence.
I hear Master undo his belt as he stands before me. "Hello my beautiful slave. How was your day?"
I nod meekly, not raising my head. "It was good Master."
Master places his hand under my chin and lifts my face to his cock. "Suck it until it is hard slave."
"Yes Master." I take his cock in my mouth and begin sucking, never raising my eyes to his, for fear of punishment. I start at the head sucking lightly. As I work my way down his shaft, I begin to suck harder. I am delighted as Master's cock grow longer and thicker in my mouth. I gently cup Master's balls and massage them as I willingly submit myself to him.
After a few minutes, Master twists my hair into two makeshift pigtails. My hands drop to again rest on my knees, exactly where he likes them to be. Master begins fucking my mouth hard and fast, using it as he pleases. I love it when Master uses me like this. My clit is tingling and I so badly want to rub my pussy, but I do not because I am forbidden from touching myself without my Master's permission.
Master stops occasionally to make me suck on him. I suckle at his cock, loving the taste of his pre-cum. He slowly goes deeper and deeper into my mouth, until he is able to enter my throat without me gagging. Master thrusts slowly in and out of my throat, watching me. He stops and holds his cock deep in my throat. Breathing through my nose to keep my gagging at bay, I swallow. Master groans as my throat massages his cock. I look up at Master, startled. Master hardly ever makes noise when I am servicing him.
Master withdraws his cock from my mouth and I hurriedly drop my eyes to the floor again. But it is too late. "I saw that slave. On your feet!"
"Yes Master." I slowly stand, afraid of what punishment Master has in store for me. I refuse to look up even though I'm desperate to see in his eyes how angry he is with me.
"Go get the spreader bar for your ankles and the crop. You have thirty seconds."
"Yes Master." I hurry to the bedroom and drop to my knees in from of Master's chest of goodies. I rummage through the chest and find what he has demanded. I hurry back and place items at Master's feet and kneel before him again, my knees spread.
"You took too long. I said thirty seconds, not forty-five." I cringe, knowing I was too slow and my punishment has doubled. "Stand up and turn around." Master's voice is sharp and I scurry to my feet hoping my speed now will help lessen the pain I'm certain is coming.
Master secures my wrists together behind my back and bends me over the couch. He kicks my right foot and forces my legs to spread wider. He attaches the spreader bar to my ankles to prevent me from closing my legs. My head rises up a little bit in shock as he begins manipulating the plug in my ass. Master reaches out and pushes my head down. "Do
not
move unless I tell you to, do you understand?"