So Bill and Missy settled into a comfortable domestic pattern. After waking up to a hard cock and swallowing cum for her early breakfast, she did all the chores and housework in her sexy outfits and heels. Bill insisted that she maintain her hair and makeup all day long, and evenings too. During the day she also served him whenever he ordered, bringing him drinks and snacks. After a week she had been a good girl and obedient house mate. While Bill had not spanked her again, neither had he fucked her yet. This worried Missy. Her only experience was Jintau, who had fucked her right away, the very first night.
"Sir, I have a question," Missy said after an early evening session of cock sucking had yielded another load of cum in her tummy. Bill was relaxed and post-orgasmic, slumped over in his chair while Missy knelt before him.
"What is it, slut?"
"Are you going to make love to me ... Sir ... I mean, to my pussy?"
Bill's plan was to make her wait for it, and now she had finally screwed up her courage to ask for it. Bill was going to fuck her soon anyway, but it would be on his terms. He sat up suddenly, alert, looked down at her and decided once again to put an edge into his voice.
"Damn it, whore," he said, raising his voice, "That is not for you to decide. I will fuck you when I am good and ready to fuck you!!"
Missy cringed but managed to reply:
"I know it is your decision, Sir. But your little whore wants your cock, Sir. I'm horny. I want to get fucked. Please Sir?"
"You will shut up and wait for it, whore," said Bill, leaning forward to slap her face hard for the first time.
"OOOWWWWW!! Sir, that hurt!!"
And Bill slapped her even harder on the other cheek, causing her to fall from her knees to the floor, completely shocked, holding her face gingerly.
"OOWWW, OOOWWWW, OOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!"
Bill stood and looked down at her, crumpled on the floor. This was an important time.
"Slut, I slapped you because you forgot your rightful place here. I am the dominant man, you are the submissive girl. It is up to me to decide how we will do things here. You have no say at all in these matters. Do you think you deserve to be fucked?"
"I ... I ... I don't know, Sir. I am doing my best to be your good ... your good little girl, and I have been very obedient. Sir, my pussy gets wet all the time when I am sucking you, and sometimes I get frustrated that you will not let me cum. I ... I ... I do want to please you, and I also want ... I want your permission ..." She couldn't finish.
"You want my permission for what, slut?"
"I ... I ... want to ... to cum, Sir."
"When is the last time you had an orgasm?"
As she lay on the floor below him, Missy told him the truth. It was the second to last night in Thailand, when she had gone to her room after her father's spanking and masturbated under the covers. She didn't tell him about her father, though, only about the masturbating. She had considered telling Bill all about her father, but could not work up the courage to do so. She was afraid of what his reaction might be, so she kept quiet.
"When is the last time you had an orgasm with a man?" Bill asked, already knowing the answer.
"Sir, I have never had an orgasm with a man," she admitted.
"Yet you want it now, is that it? Are you better now than you have always been? Do you really think a little slutty bitch like you deserves to have an orgasm?"
Missy had begun to cry again and could barely reply.
"Well, do you?"
"No Sir. I ... I guess not ... I am not yet worthy ... "
"I will decide when you are worthy!" And he reached down to slap her face again twice in quick succession, causing a fresh outburst of crying.
"OOOOWWWWW. OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!"
"Now go to your room and wait for me naked, kneeling on your pillow."
"Yes Sir," said Missy quickly as she got up and fled to her room, more shocked than she had ever been. He slapped her so hard! She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Though she was not bruised, her face was red and sore. And worse, she really could not understand why Big Bill reacted as he had. She was trying so hard to please him! But she must have crossed a line with him when she asked about fucking and cumming. She would have to be more careful in the future.
She took a few minutes to compose herself, did her normal check of hair, makeup and perfume, then went into the bedroom. She sure didn't want to be slapped again! She really wanted to turn things around, and she tried to think of how Bill could be nice to her when he came in. What would he like?
She knew just the thing. She lowered the lights and lit several candles and a small piece of incense. She put the bedside radio softly on his favorite jazz channel. He had ordered her to be naked and kneeling, but she knew that "naked" did not include shoes. Even though she would be kneeling, she put on her highest heels, and as an added touch she got his favorite blindfold out. After she sank to her kneels on her pillow by the bed and arranged her feet beneath her, she put on the blindfold. Long black hair forward, hands back, eyes closed, smiling, moistening her red mouth, she waited patiently for Bill.
He made her wait a long time on her pillow. He had smiled widely to himself after she left the living room. After giving her a quiet week to get used to a domestic pattern of life, it had been time to really put her off balance. Thus he had exploded violently at a small infraction, hitting her, when in reality what she had said was very sexy.
For a week he had established himself very strongly in her mouth and throat, and had cum there at least a dozen times. His dominance over her was based on her performing oral sex, and that was clear to them both. But as far as fucking her he was controlling himself, making her wait, teaching her that part of being a slut is waiting. And gradually he was introducing pain into the relationship. He had spanked her very hard a week ago, and now he had actually slapped her face hard! She cried but had taken it.
Yes, he would fuck her tonight, from behind, spanking her as he did so and strengthening the connection in her mind between pain and fucking. He would dominate her so fully and get her so hot, then ...
Bill entered the room wearing a beautiful purple house coat, his long cock peeking through between the folds. He stopped in his tracks, taking in the scene Missy had prepared for him. The scent of sweet incense, the tall candles, the soft music, and the beautiful kneeling girl, all created an almost perfect picture for him. Everything was just as he wanted!
"I love you, Sir," Missy said simply.
What a girl she was! What a good little wife she would be! In just over a week she had learned all important things about pleasing him in the home. She cooked all his meals and showed a real flair for the kitchen. The apartment was spotless, and she picked up after him whenever he made a mess. She dressed and groomed as he wished her to be, she walked, sat and knelt as she had been taught. She was swallowing two loads of cum a day on average, and seemed to be getting hot while doing it. Sometimes he treated her nicely, sometimes roughly. Sometimes he fucked her mouth and other times he let her do all the work. What a sexy girl!
At that moment he decided he would keep Missy. This is the woman he would own. He saw it all clearly in his head, a flash of deep intuition about the road they would take in life together. His decision was made: They would be Master and slut. They would have many evenings like this perfect bedroom scene tonight. They would refine and improve the experience of sexy evenings at home until it was sublime.
And of course she deserved to be fucked.
"Slut, you have said you want to be fucked. Is that right?"
Missy sure didn't want to get slapped again, so she tried to explain: "Y ... Y ... Yes Sir ... I mean, I ... "
"That is what I call a good horny little slut," Bill said softly. "That's what sluts like you want, missy-girl, they want to get fucked. But sluts like you are made to wait for it. You are made to get all hot and bothered, but are not allowed to cum. That way you are constantly horny and hot, and that makes you a better oral lover. And sucking will always be job #1 for you. Do you understand that, Missy?"
"Y ... Y ... Yes Sir. b ... b ... but Sir, ..."
"Furthermore," said Bill, cutting her off, "You know you will not ever cum without my permission. But I have been thinking about it, and you're right. The little girl does deserve a chance to cum. Would you like that?"
"Yes, oh Yes Sir!"
