This time was totally my fault...again. I mean, total submission in the bedroom is one thing, but total submission in all other areas of life is sometimes a challenge. And I hadn't listened...again. Thought I had more subtlety than I ever have...again. Opened my big mouth at just the wrong time...again.
You were only slightly pissed at me, but it had happened enough times to warrant a few days of sexile. I couldn't touch, but flashes of your naked body and semi-hard cock, sometimes with your hand lazily running up and down it, were commons forms of punishment. Pretty fucked up role reversal according to "average" society, right? But we both know how much of a cock-whore I am in your presence.
For the first two and a half days, I accepted your reprimand with total humility. After all, I may be young, but I can definitely admit when I've fucked up...and I had fucked up, but by Wednesday night (it was late Monday morning when I had told an inappropriately sexual joke to one of your more conservative coworkers), I was writhing for a good pounding...and of course you knew it. Only about an hour earlier you had grabbed me right after I got out of the shower, sat me down in only my bra and g-string panties, tied my hands to the arms of the chair and my ankles to the legs, and popped in a porn. As you lay on the bed, we watched as two girls feverishly groped and sucked at each other's tits, quickly stripping the other of all but their bras and sheer thongs. Just as the redhead flicked a finger over the brunette's panty-covered clit, you hopped up from the bed and quickly spun my chair around to face you, my back to the tv screen.
I made a low growl in the back of my throat at you, eliciting only a chuckle in response while the brunette screamed as (I assumed) the redhead made true skin-to-skin contact with the girl's cunt. You pulled my chair closer to the bed, spreading your legs to accommodate me, giving me a glimpse of your slowly hardening cock through your jeans. I sighed and bounced in my seat slightly, my pussy growing wet at the sounds of furious finger-fucking. Most of the time, your eyes remained fixated on the screen, but a constant, knowing smirk marked your face. You began to idly rub your dick through your pants, still chuckling at me as you took in glances of my anxious state—my tits rising rapidly up and down with each breath as I subconsciously pulled and struggled against my bonds.
In seconds, you had pulled off your shirt and belt and I felt the familiar sting of leather connecting with a silk-covered nipple. I screamed, then moaned, pulling against the rope around my wrists in an attempt to grab and soothe the wounded nub. A flash of another arrogant smirk and another lash at the same nipple and I was already poised to beg for your cock to enter my mouth. You evened out the pain with a second pair of slaps before I moaned, "Master...please."
"What, bitch?"
"Please...may I please suck your cock, Master?"
You lightly stroked my face with the metal of your belt, simply shook your head no, but shed your jeans anyway. Sitting back down on the bed as I groaned in disappointment, your eyes returned to the television. The slurping sounds I heard made it clear to me that at least someone was tasting a hard cock at the moment, even if pre-recorded. I slammed a roped fist down onto the arm of the chair, my extreme horniness lending me some courage, and spat out through clenched teeth, "Master, please...you know I'm sorry. I've apologized for days on end. I miss your cock, baby. Please!"
No acknowledgement whatsoever, beyond your trademark grin. After another minute of my panting and struggling, you slid your boxer-briefs down your hips and gave your cock a few quick jerks while looking me straight in the face. I muttered a few choice words under my breath.
"What did you say, you little slut?"
"I didn't say anything," I growled.
You were on your feet and slapping my cheeks with your cock before I could even react, but a second later, I was desperately trying to make skin-to-skin contact with my tongue.
"Did I say you could lick my cock, slave?" you barked at me.
"No, Master. I'm sorry...I just want it so much."
"Want what so much, my little slave?"
"Your cock, Master. In my mouth. In my pussy."
You smiled at me, gripped my hair tightly in both hands, and slammed my mouth down around your nearly fully-erect cock. I quickly bathed your skin in my spit, swirling my tongue along your underside and head, moaning around your flesh. After only about ten seconds, you abruptly backed away from me and began to jerk off in front of my hungry mouth. "Damn it! This is fucking bullshit," I scream at you, finally to the point of true anger after little reward for all my patience.
"Who do you think you're talking to, bitch?" you questioned me, coolly and calmly.
"My Master...the man who I serve. The man who gets to say when I get his cock in my mouth and when I get it in my cunt. But Master...please...it's been so long," I pleaded pathetically.
You full-out laughed at me, still beating your cock. You took a finger smeared with your pre-cum and suddenly shoved it up my tight pussy, my muscles immediately contracting and trying to pull you further in. You quickly added another finger, your palm slapping against my wet lips as I shouted, "Yes, Master. Please...please."
"My, my...you are wet for me, aren't you my little whore?"
I shakily responded, "Yes, Master. I want your cock! Please."
You laughed again, sliding your fingers out of me, to my squeal of disappointment. Tracing the outline of my lips with your cum-covered fingers, you began to beat off again, grunting a bit under your breath. Your fingers entered my mouth and I greedily cleaned off my own juices as you backed slightly away from me again. By then I was in a state of total frenzy, constantly shouting, "Master! Please...I need your hard cock! Please," while I thrashed against my bonds. You smiled and groaned, watching the porn on the television again, where it sounded like some chick was getting banged from behind. I was insanely jealous.
I could tell from the frantic pace of your breathing and the beads of sweat forming on your forehead that you might cum soon, so I screamed at you, "At least let me swallow your cum, Master! I want to taste you so badly. Please!"
You laughed and gripped my hair once again as you began to brutally face-fuck me. I was hungry for your cock and slammed it fully down my throat just as you let go of two or three thick jets of cum. I moaned around your cock, swallowing every drop and furiously sucking you clean before you backed away from me, smirked at me once more, and slammed the bedroom door shut upon exiting the room.
"God damn it, Master," I shouted through the walls, still pulling violently against my ties, licking my lips.
And here I remain a full twenty-five minutes later....
*****
...I was resting my head upon the chair, not bothering to struggle or moan any longer...truly frustrated and horny. At least I could hear you playing music through the wall or I'd have surely gone truly insane...if not already there, of course....
Suddenly you were right in my face. "Master," I whispered.
"What, my sweet slave?"
"I miss you. I need you, baby. Please...my Master...my love."
