Saturday morning and I'm in the hair salon when my phone buzzes for a text message:
"Want to have some fun?"
I feel a twinge of pleasure in my pussy as I read this, knowing that this morning is about to get so much more interesting. I hope the hairdresser didn't see my message, but Master will have enjoyed my potential public exposure.
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir" I reply, following the rules set out by my Master. For I know, when I arrive home there will be my box waiting for me in the porch -- a treasure trove of accessories for my Master to have some fun with his submissive slut.
I am impatient for this appointment to be over -- I just want to run home and see what Master has planned for me. However, I do not rush the stylist, and I enjoy the warmth that is just beginning to build between my legs in anticipation.
The stylist is finally done with me, and I rush to pay, leave, and drive home. I reach my front door and pause a second to savour the moment. I open the front door and there is my box, waiting for me to reveal its secrets.
Inside I find a pair of red knickers, my collar, a set of nipple clamps, a set of wrist cuffs, a red lipstick, and a ball gag. The instructions read:
"Wear only what is in the box, nothing else. Once you are dressed come into the living room and kneel on the floor with your legs open, facing the TV. Failure to comply will result in punishment."
My pussy is growing wetter and hotter with anticipation -- I am still unsure as to what is going to happen, but I love my nipple clamps and so glad that Master is treating me with them. I quickly disrobe, folding my day clothes into my box. I pull the knickers on, then start with the other accessories. Firstly, my collar -- it feels so good around my neck, followed by the cuffs, although I don't join them. Third are the nipple clamps -- my nipples are already hard so there is little difficulty in getting them on. But oh! What a sensation when they do clamp on, a shock of pain shoots through the nipple and breast, and head straight for my clit. I cannot help but release a moan with each clamp is attached. Next, I put on my lipstick, and then finally I put the ball in my mouth and secure it with the strap around my head.
I am confident that I look fucking hot -- I feel very sexy, and I am desperate to finger myself. However, I know I am strictly forbidden from pleasuring myself unless expressly told to do so by Master. I do allow myself a quick grope of my large breasts -- as usual they feel fantastic in my hands, but this morning they feel even better with the rose-gold nipple clamps attached.
I open the door to the living room and see the TV is on -- but I'm not sure what is on it. I assume my ordered position on the floor, facing the TV. Once in position I move my hands behind my back and attach the cuffs to each other -- no small feat, but practice makes a slut perfect. I wait here for a few minutes -- anticipation building as I wonder what is going to happen. Suddenly, the TV comes to life, and I realise that there is a porn film loaded and ready to go.
On the screen, a young woman is in a similar position to me -- on her knees -- but she is surrounded by 5-6 men, all with their engorged cocks pointing to her (very lucky) face. The film continues and the girl gets to enjoy sucking and fucking these cocks, before she is rewarded with the most wonderful facial -- I cannot lie and say that I am not jealous of her, with 6 creamy hot loads dripping down her face. My pussy is aching with desire; I enjoy a good facial porn film as much as the next slut, but usually when I watch this, I am pleasuring my wet pussy with eager fingers. However, I have my hands firmly tied behind my back and even if I didn't, my Master has not given me permission to enjoy my pussy.
The film was quite a short one -- only a few minutes -- but my pussy is raging with pleasure, and I am eager to serve my Master's cock. The TV changes again -- another clip is starting; this time another girl is surrounded by numerous hard cocks that take it in turns to dump their cum all over her waiting face.
This is almost too much to bear -- I want to be that girl, surrounded by cocks, and then covered in their cum. Master knows this, and He is torturing me by making me watch this. I love Him.
Master then enters the room and kneels behind me. He slides a hand into my knickers, and gently slides a hand along my pussy lips, slick from desire. My breath hitches in my throat and I can't help but moan. Master enjoys hearing how horny and turned on I am and laughs at my frustration.
"I think someone enjoyed watching the films."
