***Molly's daily intimate inspection is quickly followed by a firm fucking and some piss play to remind her of her place. But her Master is still not done degrading his humiliation-loving puppy girl - he ties her up outside and takes her from behind. Her Master will leave her in absolutely no doubt as to who is in charge - but will he relent and let his horny bitch cum...?***
"Bitch? I said now." Her Master tapped his foot impatiently.
Molly shrieked and ran into the room. "I'm here, I'm here!" She spread her legs and then bent to touch her toes in such a hurry that her collar pressed against her throat. She put her hand up to adjust it, her fingers lingering a second longer than needed - she liked her collar.
He nodded his head. "Good girl." He ran his hands over her body, assessing her, possessing her. She shivered a little as his hands brushed over her breasts - the stimulation felt good. But he wasn't trying to make her feel good - this was his daily inspection of his property.
Of course, the very fact that he was doing it so impartially made it feel even more arousing to her. He was treating her like she was nothing more than a pet. She loved it. By the time he came to her pussy, she was very sticky indeed.
She moaned and pushed her pussy hornily up against his hand, rubbing her juices over his fingers as she tried to entice him to play.
He casually wiped his sticky fingers in her hair and then continued on down.
She whimpered in need and tried to grind her thighs together, but with her legs still spread wide, the stimulation she could give herself was minimal. She moaned in sexual frustration.
He came to the end of his examination and snapped his fingers. Molly turned and knelt down hastily in front of him, mouth open, ready to serve - she knew what was required of her.
Her Master smiled and got his cock out. She quickly leaned forward and was half way down it before he'd even had time to move his hands out of the way.
He put his hand on her head. At first he just rested it there, but as she started to make herself choke on his cock, he added more pressure.
He held her down over his cock longer and longer until she was breathlessly gasping for air. He laughed and pushed her off his cock. "Such a horny slut. Now show me that sticky cunt you so wanted to show me earlier."
Molly hastily got down on all fours. She dipped her head and pushed her hips back to present her Master with her pussy. She could feel a blush heat her cheeks as she waited in front of him like that, but her embarrassment only made her wayward pussy wetter.
He unfastened his jeans and knelt down behind her. He pressed his cock-tip at her entrance. "Mm, nice."
Before she could even utter a moan of excitement he shoved his dick up inside of her. His girth stretched her out and his length made her shuffle forward. He put his hands firmly on her hips. "No, slut, take it."
Molly ground herself back up against him. Her pussy felt impossibly full, yet she wanted the fullness - needed it.
Using her hips as a handhold, he rammed himself in and out of her, their bodies slamming together with force as his cock sucked and squelched in and out of her slick pussy.
Molly moaned in arousal. She pawed at the ground as her Master took her from behind. "Mm!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side.
He moved his hands down her body to her throat. At first she thought he was just reminding her of the collar she was so proud to wear. She held her head up proudly.
His fingers squeezed tighter, choking her with his hands as he continued to thrust himself inside of her.
Molly moaned deeply. Her pussy twitched excitedly against his cock as he used her with so little regard for anything but his own pleasure. She ground up against his crotch hornily.
His hands squeezed her throat tighter. She felt a slight shiver of fear run through her. His hands were hurting her now, and her airway was completely blocked. With the way he was still energetically pounding her from behind, she was quickly running out of air.
She started to panic, jolting her body to try and escape his hands. He kept a firm hold.
It felt like her skin was becoming too tight for her head as her face started to get redder. Her heart rate sped up. She knelt up to tug at his hands, urgently in need of air. He pushed her back down to the ground, squishing her chest into the floor as he continued to pound her.
Her face turned a deeper red. He still didn't let go. He was now holding her hard enough to bruise.
She made a strangled plea for help, pulling at his fingers even more desperately, clawing at them.