Master has written me a slut's to-do list. I'm to present to him tonight.
I've slipped on my short plaid skirt and a low-cut top. I like to play dress-up. I leave myself bare so Master can lift my skirt and fondle me until I'm wet and begging for his hard cock, rubbing up against me beneath his clothing.
I have a surprise for my Master. Tonight he breaks in my tight little ass for the first time, so I've adorned myself with a shiny little butt plug, to ready myself for his cock. I'm a proud little slut, having inserted it myself. It was awfully tight but I moaned, imagining him filling me up and growling in my ear.
"You're mine," he'll tell me, as he often does, gripping me tightly and holding me down.
I touch myself often, fingering my swollen clit and wet pussy. I can't help myself. I throb in anticipation of being filled to the hilt, his cock sliding in and stretching my little ass open. I stroke my clit in a frenzy, and stop myself; I won't cum until Master tells me to. I will beg to sing out my sweet moans for him, my body pulsing with waves of pleasure.
I am Master's slut and fucktoy. He uses me as he pleases and my pleasure comes when I know he is satisfied. But I also want... I hope that he lets me suck his cock. It's pacifying, but erotic. I like to feel the firm warmth thrusting inside my mouth, receiving the eager laps of my tongue. I kneel before my Master as my lips encompass him, sucking desperately in hopes of receiving his cum. Good girls always swallow. I am a good girl for Master.
I am good, but I am greedy. I want all of my holes filled all at once, being fucked from every angle. My Master knows how to handle me, with a firm grasp and soft commands.
"Easy baby... easy. You'll have to work for my cum. I'm not finished yet".
I pout, expecting instant gratification... but I know the longer I wait, the sweeter it is.
The clock turns. Master will be home soon.
I can hear the keys in the door and every inch of me quivers. He walks in, his gait casual, and I see a flicker of a smile across his lips as I leap from the sofa and throw my arms around him, kissing his neck and breathing in his sweet smell.
"Down, girl," he jokes, and strokes my ass with one hand while grasping one of my wrists with the other.
Master pushes me up against the wall and holds me there for a moment, and I can see in his eyes that he is deciding what we wants first. I being to struggle, impatient as I am to be touched and fondled and taken in the way that only Master can take me. I turn my wrists and try to inch closer, but he pushes me back and puts his hand around my neck, stroking gently with his thumb. I feel his knee part my legs and hold my thighs open as I continue to squirm.
"Ah, now, now..." Master slips two fingers between my lips and I suck softly, lulled into compliance.
He takes a step back from me, stealing his fingers away from my parted lips, which quickly turn into a pout.
