My husband and master is a devious man. He loves to make little plans, only letting me know that he has something in mind without giving anything else away. He also likes to give me little...assignments, which is why I'm writing this, letting you read all about what happened the last time he started planning things. Hopefully you enjoy reading about it as much as we enjoyed it actually happening...
I was wearing nothing but a pair of white knee-high socks and the dress shirt he had worn the day before. It was unbuttoned, so that my husband could enjoy the view of my mostly naked body. I'm very tiny, just over 5 feet tall and very thin. My tits are small, somewhere between A's and B's, and my right nipple is pierced. My stomach is absolutely flat, and my pussy is absolutely bare. The dark gray of his shirt contrasted with my pale skin quite well, and I was doing my best to let him know I'd miss him terribly all day...and trying to make sure that he'd miss me just as much.
Right as he was getting ready to leave, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. His hand slid up under the back of the shirt, caressing my nice round bottom and making me moan. What can I say, I'm a horny girl and having him touch me drives me wild. I'm always ready to go when he's around. He was the first and only man I'd ever been with, and he knows exactly the right way to push my buttons. He kissed me, his tongue slipping briefly between my lips, even as his fingers slipped along my pussy. "Dress sexy, tonight, baby...and no playing with yourself today" he said, his voice sounding hungry. I saw the mischievous glint in his eyes, but when I asked if I could know why, he just smiled even wider and left. I stood at the door watching him get in the car and drive away, ignoring the fact that I was still barely clothed.
I was anxious for him to get home, desperately wondering what he had planned for the night. Finally, I started getting ready for the evening. Like most women, I can always find flaws with myself, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have a nice ass. My master admires it at every opportunity, and loves having me show it off. I made sure to put on an extra short jean skirt, one that it's really impossible to sit "lady-like" when wearing. A little tiny halter top that showed off my flat stomach finished the outfit (well, except for the tiny blue thong with pink hearts I had on underneath the skirt!).
Enough of the boring details, time to fast forward to the more interesting part, shall we? We'd had supper and were sitting on the couch, watching a hockey game. His hand had been roaming up and down my thighs, caressing my pussy teasingly, and otherwise getting me revved up. I wanted to cum so bad, but he kept stopping just before getting me there. He was rubbing my clit vigorously again when I had to choke down a moan because someone was knocking on the door. He pushed me to my feet, smacked my ass, and told me to answer it. I was still rather flushed, confused by the interruption. When I saw his nephew (we'll call him Jake) standing outside, I wanted to start swearing. I wanted to get off, not entertain company.
My husband had moved over to one side of the couch, and his nephew sat down at the other end. I sat in between them. We talked about the game for a few minutes, but before long my husband had made drinks for all of us. His hands started wandering on me...almost discretely. I had a feeling he was hoping he'd be noticed, but wasn't sure. I'm a light-weight though, and before long was definitely feeling the booze. I was kissing and nuzzled at my master's neck, whispering dirty comments to him, hoping he'd pick me up, sling me over his shoulder, and take me to the bedroom to fuck me.
Instead, he got up and went into the kitchen. I started pouting, and his nephew told me not to pout, but to drink more instead. I was drunk enough that that logic made perfect sense, so I leaned across him to steal some of his drink. I was rather wobbly, and he put his arm around my waist to steady me. His eyes were busily trying to see down my shirt, and he moved his hand farther away so I'd have to lean further across him. His hand slowly slid down, squeezing my ass.
My husband had been watching from the far end of the hallway, and chose that moment to come back into the room. "Perfect ass, isn't it?" he asked Jake. Jake pulled his hand away, starting to apologize, but my husband laughed. "Help yourself," he said, shrugging indifferently. I gave out a little moan at that, and Jake asked if it was alright with me. I looked over at my husband, and he smiled slowly. He reached over and pulled me away from Jake. Quickly, firmly, he grabbed my shirt and ripped it open with a couple of sharp tugs. Now I was really moaning, writhing on his lap. Part of me was embarrassed to have Jake watching all of this, but I'm really submissive. I loved having my master treating me like a piece of property.
With his nephew watching, my husband leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He started sucking on it, and I closed my eyes, moaning happily. His hands were lifting up my skirt now, and another sharp yank ripped my panties. He slowly pulled his mouth away from my nipple, letting his teeth drag over it as he did so. Then he bent me over him, my ass facing towards Jake and my arms on the arm of the couch.
"She's a sub. A little slut. She belongs to me, and if I say you can help yourself to my property, she isn't going to argue, is she?" I moaned, quickly gasping out, "No sir." He smiled, telling me I was a good girl. And then he started to spank me, while his nephew watched. He would rub my ass, then pull back his hand, spanking hard, making my ass cheeks bounce. I was gasping and moaning, knowing my ass was getting nice and red.
