I lift my swollen wet pussy from his now soaked jeans and lean on the arm of the throne. I pause in permission. Sex Master tells me again to look at him only his voice is softer. “Ooohhh! I only wish to please my Master. Master regards me quietly, looking me over. It is a risk and could result in cane welts across my cheeks, but I really want to. Oh Master, what are you thinking? I am not pleased. I pull my dripping fingers from my mouth and rub them around my nipples. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am thankful for Master. “Aaahhhhh!”
I am on the verge of exploding when I hear Master, “Shall I get the cane little slut?” I stop immeditaly and remember Master’s command. I laugh when I enter the bathroom, as I am thankful for Master. I grab the cuffs and spreader bar. “Little Slut”, Master calls out. I drop to my knees and present myself again…knees wide apart, palms face up and open on my thighs, back arched and my head is bowed towards the carpet.
