She patiently waited as his front door, looking around she saw no one close by who could see how embarrassed she was at being here. She knew this wasn't a good relationship for her but her arousal level told her she is supposed to be here.
Zendaya clutched the top of her short silk robe closed a bit more as the nervousness threatened to overwhelm her. 'What am I doing here?' the 19 year old asked herself. She looked down at what she was wearing and smoothed out a few invisible wrinkles in her robe and pulled the bottom of it down a bit more to cover more of her mocha colored legs.
"He does seem to like my legs." Zendaya said quietly to herself as she listened quietly for any signs of life from the other side of the door. Hearing nothing she straightened the thigh high stockings that covered her legs, the lacy tops showing, clear as day, to the world. Zendaya took another look around to see if anyone could see her, seeing no one she shifted nervously as she lifted her hand to knock again the door opened a crack.
Zendaya sighed in relief as she entered the home and closed the door quickly.
His back was turned to her; he didn't need to look at her to know what she was doing. Zendaya quickly opened her robe to reveal she wasn't wearing anything underneath it, just the stockings and stilettos. She quickly fell to her knees and was fumbling with something in her hands. Without looking at her, he noticed it immediately.
"Why is that not already around your neck?" he asked as Zendaya fastened a collar around her own neck.
Zendaya gulped.
"I-um, I didn't..." Zendaya babbled.
"Speak up my little fuck slut." He said his attention on the big screen television that dominated his living room. Zendaya's breath sped up, she knew she'd hate herself for this but she couldn't help how aroused she felt when he called her names.
"I didn't want anyone to see me in it." Zendaya managed to get out. He looked over at her with an icy stare for the first time.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Uhhh, I didn't want anyone to see me wearing it, MASTER." Zendaya stated, emphasizing the last word. He smirked and turned his attention back to the TV completely ignoring Zendaya's kneeling nude body. After a couple minutes he snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor next to him, Zendaya quickly crawled over to him and awaited his commands.
Zendaya looked at him in awe, outside of this place she was an up and coming actress with a bright future and career ahead of her and up until she had met him a few months ago she never would have even considered acting the way she is. He didn't even look at her and he pushed her on to all fours, then kicked back and rested his feet on her outstretched back.
Zendaya gasped as her pussy got wetter at this treatment, she stayed put until he finished what he was watching on TV. He tossed the remote to the side as he shut off his TV looking down at her. He picked up a leash and attatched it to her collar, he pulled on it to make sure she was looking directly at him.
"What are you?" He asked.
"I'm your fuck toy master." Zendaya quickly responded, her arousal evident in her voice. He smirked running his finger over her lips.
"What are these lips good for?" he asked.
"Sucking your cock, master." Zendaya replied, he leaned back and looked at her condescendingly.
"Get to it then."
"Yes master" Zendaya could barely contain a squeal of glee and she worked at his shorts and fished out his bigger than average cock. Zendaya licked her lips in anticipation, before she could inhale his dick he stopped her.
"STOP"
Zendaya looked up at him with an expression of shock and need. He cruely smiled at her.
"Who owns you?" He asked.
