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Before she even looks at me she automatically adjusts the spreader. Then she sniffs and wrinkles her nose.
“I can see why it smells of horny pussy in here, but there is a distinct smell of cum also. Did they fuck you?”
“No, but that photographer jerked off on me, that miserable wanker.”
“Watch your language, slut. Did he make you cum?”
“Of course not. He just …”
But she doesn’t let me finish.
“Then there is no harm done.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“No harm done? He kept staring at my naked pussy and then wanked off as if I was some picture in a porn magazine.”
“So? Why shouldn’t he have a bit of fun? I mean, you should be used to being used as a cum deposit. Now quit bitching. Your treatment needs to continue.”
I bite my lips. So every man can just jerk off on me and it doesn’t matter a bit? I shiver when she wipes down my stomach with a cold wet cloth. The pressure also reminds me of something else.
“Ehmm, could you untie me for a moment. I need to use the bathroom,” Asking like that again makes me feel like a little girl at school. Belatedly I add. “Please, Miss Barbara.”
A dangerous smile plays around the corners of her lips.
“So, suddenly you can be polite, eh? But remember how you mouthed off last time I was here. There’ll be no time for that. You’ll just have to hold it in.”
With that she picks up the phone.
“Send in Herbert.”
Another man who is to see me this way. Maybe another hunk like Bill? Suddenly the idea seems quite arousing. But the man who enters a few seconds later quickly dampens my arousal and makes me cringe. He is around fifty, bald and fat. He is carrying a metal suitcase. When he sees me, a big smile spreads over his round face.
“Lookie here, what a nice sight. So this is the professor’s new toy. A bit skinny, but not bad. Though personally I like them better with big boobs.”
He leers at Barbara’s proud breasts.
“And you can forget about ever getting anywhere near them, Herbert,” she grins. “You do your job and you’ll get the usual tip.”
At the mention of the tip his grin gets even wider.
“You bet I will, Barbara, you bet I will. So now to work.”
While he sits down on the stool, Barbara leaves again. When the door has closed behind her I quickly ask Herbert.
“Please, could you wait a second and let me go to the bathroom, Sir?”
Always pays to be polite. I hope.
“Nope. I do my job. And you had better get a hold of yourself. If you pee in my face Barbara will show you what she is good at.”
Whatever that means. Having no choice I try to hold it in. Whatever is the guy’s job anyway?
While he bothers himself with his preparation, I ask.
“Sir, what exactly is your job?”
Before he answers he wipes something across my clit. I gasp, first with lust, then suddenly with the cold that spreads round my clit.
“My job? I do piercings. The ones the regulars here at the spa don’t do. And I have a very special one for you. Well, not sooo special. The professor has all his girls pierced that way.”
Pierced? He is going to pierce my pussy? I am suddenly afraid of the pain, but at the same time the idea is intensely erotic. I have often admired girls who had some nice piecing down there. A gold ball or something would certainly look great.
“Stop creaming, bitch. You really can’t wait, can you?”
He rubs what must be alcohol across my clitty again, then sprays on something that makes my clit go numb. A weird sensation.
“Here, want to have a look at your new jewellery?”
He hands me a small plastic bag. It holds a simple steel ring (still open). Attached to it is a small steel plate maybe half an inch in diameter. I can just make out writing on it. I hold it up to the light and my jaw falls open. “This cunt is property of Prof. Jack. Use only with his permission”. If I could still feel my clit I would come. Cunt. Property. The words echo in my brain. I’ll be his property. How can I ever let anyone else see this? Herbert takes the bag from my hand. he is now wearing surgical gloves. While he busies himself between my legs, he explains.
“Know what the beauty of this is? For one ,of course, I don’t think you will fuck around with this thing on your clit. But the other thing is, the little plate will land right over your clit and will tease it with every move you make. He sure know how to keep his toys hot for his use.”
Oh my God, I’ll go crazy. I know I will beg him for release. And I will do whatever he demands to get it. Suddenly Herbert sits up.
“Done.”
What? Grinning her takes a mirror from his suitcase and lets me see the ring on my clit. It pierces the hood above and the plate hangs down over the clit itself.
“Never felt it, did you?” he smiles proudly. “And you won’t really. It’ll be a bit sore for a couple of days, but then you’ll be alright.”
He stuffs his things back into his suitcase and gets up.
“Now for my tip.”
“I.. I’m sorry, but I have no money. You’ll have to talk to the professor about a tip.”
He grins and comes round the chair.
“The professor knows my customary tip,” he says while he pulls his cock from his pants. “Now open up.”
Without waiting he stuffs the cock into my mouth, where it grows. It is not very long, but amazingly thick. I have to open wide. I can taste his precum on it as he slides it in and out of my mouth. He starts growling, but keeps up his slow rhythm for a while. The taste of cock makes me go wild and I automatically reach down to my clit, but his strong hand catches mine.
“Not a good idea, bitch. You’re not going to feel anything anyway and you had better not diddle your clit for another couple of days. Besides he will teach you soon enough that when you have a cock to service, you had better not start fingering yourself.”
He picks up his pace and shoves his cock into my mouth in earnest. I feel it leaking more precum and when he finally cums he swamps my mouth with his semen. I try swallowing, but it oozes out of the corner of my mouth. He waits till his cock stops pumping, then pulls it out with a distinct ‘plop’. In a curiously gentle way, he collects the drops of cum from my cheek and pushes them into my mouth. I lick his finger and without thinking about it say.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He smiles.
“You’ll do well with the professor. You’re submissive, horny and you love what is done to you, a natural fucktoy. A little training and you’ll do very well.”
Ha pats my ass and turns to leave. He leaves me panting with excitement. I can’t wait for my clit to feel normal again. Can’t wait to be delivered to the professor. Whatever he does to me, I’ll be a horny slut for him.
But instead of feeling my clit, I feel my bladder again. When Barbara comes back, I immediately beg.
“Please, Miss Barbara, let me go to the bathroom. I need to very urgently. I’ll be good and respectful, I promise.”
That smile again.
“The first thing you need to learn, slut, is that ‘I’ll be good’ doesn’t cut it. You’ll be good the first time or take the consequences. The professor will teach you that, so the sooner you remember, the better.”
She looks at her watch, then walks past me and turns on the water in the sink. The rushing sounds makes me need to go even more urgently. Smiling she approaches me.
“Now, slut, you will learn to behave.”
Standing by my side, she casually leans down her hand on my stomach. Even the slight pressure is excruciating.
“Now maybe we should put you in diapers?,” she muses. Then she leans across to push the button and spreads my legs for at least 3 more inches. The pain in my thighs makes me lose control and in a high arc my pee streams onto the marble floor. Once I have started there is no stopping. I sigh with relief. Barbara walks across the room to the wall phone, then comes back quickly and undoes the straps. My legs feel wobbly when I close them again and try to stand. Carefully I walk up and down the room. When I hear the door I turn my back on it and look around. A middle-aged woman in a long blue dress enters pushing a cart with pails and other cleaning equipment in. How embarrassing to be seen like this by the cleaning-lady. And have her see the pool of pee on the floor. But I have misinterpreted Barbara.
“Hello, Conchita. Sorry to drag you here at such short notice, but the lady here has had a little accident that needs to be cleaned up. Of course you can’t be expected to mop up another woman’s pee. In fact Carina insists on doing it herself, don’t you, Carina?”
“Yes, Miss Barbara”
I bite my lips as under the disapproving stare of the woman I walk over to the cart to get what I need. But Barbara is faster. She picks up a pail and a rag and with a helpful smile hands them to me. I’ll have to go down on hands and knees. I take the things and turn around, then go down on the edge of the puddle and start mopping up. Without looking I can feel their eyes on my back, Barbara’s with an ironic smile, Conchita’s with strong disapproval. Belatedly I realize they must have a good view of the little plate dangling between my legs also. Without being told I empty the pail in the toilet and rinse out the rag, then put them both back in that cart.
“Well done. With a bit of training Carina could almost become your assistant, couldn’t she, Conchita?”
Conchita presses her lips together clearly alarmed by the idea of having a naked slut who can’t even get to the toilet to pee as her assistant and leaves without a word.
“I hope you will be more respectful next time, slut,” Barbara says. “Be sure I have ways of correcting your behaviour. “
I don’t doubt that for a moment. Not anymore.
“Yes, Miss Barbara.”
“Now we need to hurry. Take a quick shower. You stink of piss and horny cunt.”
I obey instantly. When I return three women are already waiting for me. They give me a manicure, a pedicure and a facemask. When they have gone a hair stylist does things to my hair and she is replaced by a make-up artist. When they are done with me, I look ravishing. Barbara allows me only a few seconds to admire myself in the mirror, then she hands me sheer black stockings and a pair of heels. The stocking reach almost to my pussy and the heels are higher than anything I have at home. Then to my surprise she hands me a trenchcoat.
“Put that on and stick your hands in your pockets.”
When I do I find that there are no pockets and my hand reach right through the coat. Barbara takes my hands and slips handcuffs on them, then places a collar round my neck. It looks like a velvet band, but there is springy steel inside.
“Now for the finishing touch,” she says.
She picks up a thin silver chain. There is a tiny ring at one end and a loop at the other. She slots the ring through the larger ring on the collar, then through a similar ring that connects the two cuffs. Finally she picks up a tiny lock and attaches the chain to my clitring. Smiling she drops the key into a breast pocket of the coat. Then she buttons the coat.
“Perfect. Ready for delivery. And you’ll even make it on time.”
She takes hold of the chain and walks to the door. I am just a bit slow to react and feel the chain tug on my collar and even more intensely on my clit. I realized that each tug will peel back the hood of my clit and make the plate dance on the exposed clit. I hasten to follow. The hallways are empty and she does not lead me back from where I have come, but to a back entrance.
“Your car will be delivered to the professor’s residence. The key will be in the lock, your clothes in the boot,” Barbara says opening the back door. A limousine is waiting. The driver politely opens the door. Barbara sticks the chain into the coat.
“I’m sure we will be seeing more of you soon, Carina. I hope you have learnt some valuable lessons today.”
I look at her for a moment.
“Yes, Miss Barbara. I have. And I hope I will be seeing more of you, too. And .. thank you, Miss Barbara.”
She looks at me for a moment, then smiles.
“Yes, I’m sure that could be arranged.”
Somewhat awkwardly I sit in the limousine. As it speeds off I can see Barbara following it with her eyes. Yes, I would definitely like to see more of her.
The driver opens the door politely.
“Would you care to step out, Ma’am. We have arrived.”
Ma’am. I bet I won’t hear that word again anytime soon. It’s not easy to get out of the limousine with my hands cuffed under the coat, but the driver gives me a helping hand. He nods politely and gets back behind the wheel. As I walk up the steps to the front door, my pussy starts to tingle. Soon I will be with him again. And hopefully he will fuck me tonight. I need to cum so badly. I look gorgeous for him, I know that. I hope he will reward me.
The problem starts when I reach the front door. How do I ring the bell with my hands cuffed? Finally I stoop and feeling pretty ridiculous I press the bell with my nose. It takes half a minute until I hear his footsteps. He opens the door, but his eyes remain cold.
“You are two minutes late, whore. I hate to be kept waiting.”
He immediately reaches inside the coat and pulls out the silver chain, then pulls me inside and down to my knees. Kicking the door shut with his foot he opens pulls down his zipper and stuffs his cock in my mouth. A second later he is peeing. I have to remember swallowing I am so surprised. But my body starts shivering with lust. Here he has me groomed and made up at that spa for hours – and then he uses me as his personal toilet. What better way to show me that I am nothing, just a filthy slut to do with whatever he pleases. He has obviously not been to the bathroom for a long time saving it up for me. I keep swallowing and swallowing. When he is finally done I immediately start licking his cock pushing my tongue forward, cleaning it of pee completely. He stands quietly letting me do what is my job. Then he closes his trousers again and pulls me after him on the chain. He leads me to the living-room and sits down in a huge armchair motioning for me to kneel on the hardwood floor. Then he just looks at me and plays with the chain. The taste of his pee is still strong in my mouth. Finally he asks.
“Disappointed at the reception you got?”
I hesitate. Damn it, why not simply say the truth?
“Only for a second, Sir. But then I realized how fitting it was.”
He raises an enquiring eyebrow.
“You had me treated at this spa, made up beautifully, had my hair done nicer than I have ever had it. I might have misinterpreted that and thought I was valuable for you. This way you showed me I am just a whore to be used for peeing into. Just a nice-looking toilet.”
He smiles suddenly.
“Indeed an intelligent woman. I had hoped you would be. Do you also know why?”
“Because an intelligent woman will understand all the nuances of her humiliation better, Sir?”
“And is usually proud of her intellect,” he nods. “That is why I prefer intelligent women. So much more poignant for them to be humiliated. And humiliated you will be, my dear. More than you can now even imagine. You will be a piece of fuckmeat, something every dumb hooker off the street could also do. But you will feel it a lot more.”
He remains quiet for another few minutes. Then he leans forward and slaps my face hard. My cheek stings.
“Do you know why I did that?” he asks sternly.
I rack my brain. What have I done wrong. I can think of nothing.
“No, Sir.”
“Because I wanted to,” he is smiling again. “When you make even the smallest mistake, you will be punished, of course. But you will also be punished, when I feel like it. Does that bother you?”
I take some time to think.
“I’m sure I will be furious, when you do that, Sir. But I know you have to keep me guessing, have to show me that I am just a toy. And since I am your toy I am yours to do with as you want.”
He applauds.
“And I will love seeing the helpless fury in your eyes. A really intelligent woman. Or better a really intelligent pisswhore. Is that what you are?”
“If you want me to be a pisswhore, then that is what I am, Sir.”
“Indeed, that is what you are. That and many other things.”
He leans forward and opens the buttons on the trench coat, then reaches into the pocket to remove the key. He opens the cuffs and has me take off the coat, then locks the cuffs again, this time connecting them to the collar ring.
“Turn around, on your knees. Keep your legs spread as you do.”
He has me turning until my knees hurt while his eyes explore my body. Then suddenly.
“Attention!”
I hurry to kneel facing him.
“There is a bottle of Laphroig in the drinks cabinet. Pour a glass and bring it. And in my presence you will execute every order on your knees.”
It is painful to ‘walk’ on my already maltreated knees and I’m sure the stockings must be in tatters by now. With my hands tied to my neck it is hard to keep the balance, but somehow I reach the cabinet, which is mercifully open. I find a tumbler and the bottle is clearly labelled, but pouring isn’t easy. I have to bend my entire body to do it. It takes me a lot longer than I thought until I can pick up the glass and make my way back. I stop next to him and present the glass, but he makes me come closer until her can take the glass without even extending his hand. He takes a sip, then places it back in my hand.
“That took you twice as long as it should have. You will remind me later to whip you for that.”
I bite my lip. I may love humiliation, but I’m sure I will hate the whip.
“Yes, Sir.”
But he ignores me and picks up a book. Only from time to time does he take the glass for another sip. I could have been just a convenient table. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see a clock on the mantelpiece. It is almost 8 when he puts the book down.
“Time for dinner.” he announces and gets up. Without even looking at me he walks away, the chain in his hand. But he does walk slowly knowing I can’t move fast this way. When we reach a well-appointed modern kitchen, he turns to me.
“Pay attention, whore. I’m not going to explain anything twice. Of course I will not let a dumb whore like you prepare my food. My housekeeper always does that. You will find my dinner in the warming drawer and on a tray in the fridge. You will carry it to the dining-room, where you will find the cutlery. You will also find a bottle of the red wine I prefer and my special glass. You will arrange my dinner in an appealing way, then call me. Any questions?”
I run his instructions past me.
“Where will I find plates, Sir?”
A slight smile plays across his lips.
“I don’t use plates. I have you, don’t I?”
With that he frees my hands and leaves. Me? Suddenly I remember some article I read in a magazine about erotic dinners, where the food was arranged on a woman’s body. That must be what he wants. I had better hurry. I’m sure I will be too slow for him anyway.
In the fridge there is a light salad and a bowl of fruit salad. The warming drawer yields a plate with a couple of slices of roast and some vegetables. How is he going to cut the meat? I can hardly put the big serving plate on my stomach. He said no plates. Damn, I have to hurry. I find a a kind of silver dome that will cover the hot food on the way to the dining-room.
The table is huge, but there is only one chair. I place all the stuff on the table leaving room for myself, then look around for the wine and the cutlery. The glass worries me for a moment. A normal wine glass, except it has a kind of glass egg at the bottom. No way of making it stand on the table. Then I smile. he surely knows how to get every kind of service out of a slave. I carry everything to the table and lay down on my back. It is awkward arranging the food on my body, reaching for more without disturbing, what is already there. The salad goes onto my breasts, lettuce leaves covering them with two tomato halves on the nipples. I press my legs together and arrange the fruit salad on my pussy. Maybe he will like eating directly from my body? That would be the perfect desert for both of us. I wince when the hot meat touches my stomach, but I still manage to place the potatoes and carrots around it. Now for the hard part. Without moving my body I place all the dirty dishes under the silver dome, then pour wine into the glass. Taking a deep breath I call out.
“Your dinner is ready, Sir.”
Then quickly I put the egg-shaped end of the glass into my mouth and lie still. I hear his footsteps almost immediately.
“You should have done that a lot more quickly. You will remind me of a second punishment later.”
I almost try to answer, but remember the wine at the last minute. He sits down and picks up knife and fork. The next quarter of an hour is pure torture. I have to lie completely still, even when I see the fork approaching my tender breasts or the knife sliding across my stomach. Not that he actually cuts me. But he still makes me feel every prick of the fork and every cut of the knife. And I have to pay attention and release the glass whenever he wants some wine. Dessert is the worst. The small fork he uses is quite sharp and I wince every time he picks up a piece of fruit. Finally he pushes back the chair.
“Go and do the dishes. And clean yourself up, then join me in the library across the hall.”
When I open the door to the library, he looks up from his book. At the last moment I remember to go down on my knees.
“When I leave your hands free you need not walk on your knees. You can use your hands, too.” He remarks.
“Thank you, Sir.” It really comes naturally already.
I crawl to him. He watches me impassively.
“Get me the bottle of wine and the glass,” he commands when I have reached him. I crawl all the way back to the door, then rise and hurry to fetch bottle and glass. This time I approach him on two knees. He takes the wine from my hand.
“Get on the table, on your back.” He commands.
The table he indicates is rather small. When I carefully lay down, my legs hang over the edge.
“Legs up and down on your chest! Arms around them”
With some difficulty I raise them and fold my arms around them. He reaches over and attaches the handcuffs to the collar ring again trapping my legs under my arms. Suddenly strong hands raise my lower body and he pushes something underneath. I end up like a package with my pussy and ass in the air.
“I love a bit of atmosphere in the evening,” he remarks while he lights a candle, which he then sticks in my ass. He fills his glass, puts the bottle aside. I gasp, when he pushes the end of the glass into my pussy. The involuntarily shiver shakes the candle and a drop of hot wax hits my exposed ass. He picks up a book and starts reading. For the next 2 hours I keep hoping he will have another sip of wine, because each time he picks up the glass and then replaces it in my pussy, sends lust all through my body. I hold quite still, but the occasional drop of wax hits drips down anyway. When the clock creeps towards a quarter past 10 I feel the heat from the candle more intensely. The candle must be burning down, the flame is working its way down towards my ass. I want to alert the Professor, beg him to extinguish the candle, but I know I shouldn’t. The heat becomes more intense.
Suddenly I feel the air on my ass and the heat disappears. His face appears between my legs.
“Time for some entertainment,” he smiles, while he releases me.
I get up slowly, my muscles all cramped up from the uncomfortable position, then sink to my knees. Leading me on my leash he takes me up the stairs and into his bedroom. But he does not stop there. I crawl all the way across the room and follow him through another door. When he switches on the light I see it is partly a bathroom, but filled with all sorts of other things I don’t recognize. He nods down at his fly. I hurry to open it and after a questioning look put his cock in my mouth where he relieves himself. After cleaning him, I ask quietly.
“Sir, may I use the toilet now?”
He nods and I crawl over and sit down. He remains standing in the middle of the room, his eyes still on me.
“Spread your legs, whore.”
I obey and give him a good view of my pussy while I am pissing. I know I do not have the right to any privacy. While I am performing, he speaks up again.
“Of course it is a privilege for my whore to be allowed to sit on the same toilet I use sometimes, but you have been a pretty good whore so far. You will know by now that you aren’t the first student whore I have used. But you are by far the most shameless and depraved. It usually took a couple of weeks, before they served as decent toilets. Which means of course that with you I will soon be able to realize a few things I could never get the others to do. Now wipe yourself off and don’t even think of using my toilet paper.”
I know what he means and repeatedly rub my fingers across my pussy to lick them off afterwards. He makes me get up and removes the chain from the clit ring.
“Heel!”
Like a good bitch I crawl next to his left leg and follow him to the other side of the room.
“You were going to remind me of something, whore!”
“Yes, Sir. I deserve two whippings, Sir.”
I’m not looking forward to this.
“Wrong, whore. You deserve a whipping and an additional punishment. But since you asked for two whipping, you will get them. And the other punishment, too.”
Damn, why couldn’t I be more precise.
“Up! Whipping posture! And that means standing arms and legs spread wide.”
I obey instantly hoping he will not make it too hard, if I do well.
“Now normally I would tie your hands to the ceiling and keep your feet spread by a bar, but with you, I think I will do without it. Just remember that, if you break position the stroke will not count.”
He turns around and takes something from a shelf, a riding crop.
“Your punishment will be ten strokes,” he explains. “Each.”
Without waiting he delivers a first stroke to my ass. It hurts like hell, but I force myself to stay in position. The next one is worse. And the next one. And the next. But somehow I manage to stay in position for all ten strokes.
“Now remember this. You will always get your punishments at the end of the day. As you progress we will exchange the crop for the paddle, then the cane and eventually a real whip. And you will find out that the whip is quite painful.”
Quite painful? then what was this?
“The number of strokes you receive will depend on your transgression. These were relatively light, so I only ordered ten. If you have several punishments coming, the first one will be delivered on your ass, the second one on your tits. The third and all following ones will hit your cunt.”
Whipping my pussy? With the crop? I don’t even want to imagine what that feels like.
“OWWWWW;” I scream, as the first stroke lands on my breasts. I bite my lips. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“No reason to be, whore. It is actually quite amusing to hear you scream or cry. Just don’t break position.”
I bite my lips when he strikes a second time, but the tears come to my eyes. On the seventh stroke I can help it no longer. My hands fly in and start rubbing my breasts. He just waits until I have assumed the position again, then strikes again, even harder probably.
“Seven.” he repeats.
Some how I get through the last 3. My titties hurt, but I suddenly realize that my ass feels pleasantly hot and the heat is spreading to my pussy.
“Hands down,” he commands. “Now your second punishment was supposed to be only humiliating, but I think I will add a little pain as well. Just to make it more interesting.”
He fetches some kind of sturdy plastic bag and fills it with maybe a litre and a half of water. When he returns to where I am still standing, I can see a thin hose attached to it that ends in a sort of bulb. He hangs it on a hook at head height and turns back to me. One hand grabs between my legs.
“What is this, whore?” he asks.
“My cunt, Sir,” I manage to gasp.
“Correct. And this?” he pushes three fingers into my mouth for a few seconds. The taste of my juice is strong.
“My .. my mouth, Sir.”
“Wrong, whore. That is your mouthcunt.”
He reaches around me and I feel his fingers on my pucker.
“What is that?”
“My asscunt, Sir”
“Clever whore,” he smiles. “Your body belongs to me and every whole big enough to take a cock is a cunt. And it is your duty to make sure your cunts are clean and ready for use. And today you will learn how to keep your asscunt clean. Bend over.”
With some trepidation I do. He hands me the hose.
“Work it into your asscunt.”
Of course he immediately steps behind me to watch my fingers pushing the bulb into my tight ass. He certainly does not leave out any opportunity to humiliate. The bulb is not too big, but it still stretches me and leaves a curious sensation when it slips in finally.
“Up! Hand behind your back,” he waits a second, then continues. “You will do this every time you come here as the last thing before you leave home. When I send you to the spa, Barbara will make sure you have it done. Normally half a litre will be quite adequate, but today, we shall try a little more.”
With that he opens a little valve and I can feel lukewarm water streaming into me. At first it is just unusual, but soon I feel full and still the water keeps running. I start squirming.
“That is about half.”
Half? I’m feeling bloated already. But the water keeps running. I squeeze my asscheeks together. The feeling becomes more intense and somewhat painful. I bite my lips, but don’t dare move. More water runs into me. Finally the bag is empty.
“Pull out the plug!” he orders.
“Please, Sir may I do it over the toilet?” I beg.
“Of course not, whore. You will keep the enema inside for say 15 minutes.”
How am I ever going to manage that?
“I said pull it out, whore,” he orders again and punishes me with some sharp slaps on my tits.
I force myself to obey and slowly pull it out, pressing my cheeks together even more tightly in order not to disgrace myself completely. Then he just waits. The pain is staring to be more intense and I start sweating with the effort. Soon I feel I can’t hold out much longer.
“Please, Sir, please let me relieve myself. I will do whatever you want, but please don’t make me soil myself.”
“You will do whatever I say anyway, whore. And if you soil my bathroom floor, you will clean it up on your knees, while I whip your ass.”
I keep squirming and pressing my knees together as tightly as I can. I lose all track of time. When he finally speaks up again, I almost do not hear him.
“Time’s up. Empty yourself.”
I hurry over to the toilet. I have never felt such a relief. He turns to go.
“Clean yourself up, then come to the bedroom.”
I hurry to clean myself as I have never hurried before, then rush to the bedroom and approach his bed on hands and knees. He is lying on the bed naked, his cock proudly erect. I can’t tear my eyes away from his magnificent member.
“Hungry for cock, whore?” he asks with a smile on his face.
“Yes, Sir, hungry for your cock.”
“Then eat it.”
OH yes, finally. I wrap my lips around his cock and suck and lick it with every bit of devotion I have. This is what I am here for, this is what I want, to adore and pleasure my Master’s cock. And I hope for the words I have been wanting to hear since I came here, the words “spread and get ready to be fucked”. He makes me suck his cock for only a few minutes.
“On hands and knees, whore.”
YES! Roughly he pulls me back until I am kneeling on the edge of the bed. I feel his body close to me, his strong hands hold onto my hips. Yes, fuck me Master. Fuck your whore. The tip of his cock touches my tender flesh. He waits for a few seconds then pushes forward and I scream. He is forcing his way into my ass. There is no hesitation, no regard for my screaming. he is taking what is his, fucking the hole he wants. Once he is inside he starts ramming his cok into me, shaking my entire body, fucking me as brutally as I have ever been fucked. I never dreamed I might cum from being assfucked, but this is driving me higher and higher. I can almost feel my climax, when suddenly he rams his cock home still harder and becomes rigid. I can feel him pumping his cum into my asscunt. ‘Noooo’ I want to scream, but I bite my lips and start milking his cock with my ass. He stays inside me for a long time apparently catching his breath, because when he finally retreats and grabs my hair to pull my mouth over his cock, I can feel the sweat dripping down his body. I suck and lick his cock avidly knowing my Master’s cock deserves to be spotless. Finally he pulls out and lies down on the bed.
“Nice tight asscunt you have, whore.” he smiles.
“Thank you, Sir, I hope you enjoyed your whore.”
“I did in fact. And though you are of course already paid for, I tend to think a good whore deserves a tip for her services. And with a horny slut like you there can be only one appropriate tip. You may finger yourself and have an orgasm. You have a minute.”
An orgasm. My finger fly between my legs and though playing with my clit is still a bit painful I rub myself furiously and even work two fingers of my left hand into my pussy. Soon I am screaming again as my climax hits me. It goes on and on. I lose all sense of time. When I can think clearly again I can see he is still smiling.
“That was 12 seconds until you orgasmed. I wonder if we can cut that down to half after a week or two of orgasm denial. You surely are one hot slut.”
“Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir. And thank you, Sir.”
“What for? The orgasm?”
“No, Sir. For making me what I should be.”
He raises his eyebrows.
“Yes, I am starting to think you are a natural. And having a natural whore opens up so many nice possibilities. But not tonight.”
He turns to switch off the light.
“I like to go to sleep having my balls licked, whore,” I hear his voice in the darkness.
A second later I am down at the foot of the bed and my tongue is caressing his balls. I can hear his quiet breathing when he goes to sleep, but my tongue continues working and much later I fall asleep where I belong, close to my Master’s cock.
10. The morning after the night before
I wake up when I feel a strong hand in my hair. I uncurl from my position at the foot of the bed and follow the pull. His other hand touches my face and he stuffs his limp cock into my mouth.
“Ahhhh, I always enjoy having a morning piss without having to get up,” I hear his voice while I swallow frantically. When he has relieved himself, he pushes my head away. “Go and make breakfast, whore.” he orders.
“May your whore use the bathroom first, Sir?” I ask while I get up.
“You may obey the orders you are given, whore,” he growls without looking up.
Resigning myself I hurry down to the kitchen. Not knowing what kind of breakfast the professor prefers I make a full cooked breakfast, add some cereal, toast, coffee and orange juice, then almost run back up the stairs with the fully laden tray. He does not make a comment, but points to a spot near the bed where I am to kneel. Then he eats a leisurely breakfast while I have to hold the tray. My arms start tiring and the urge to pee gets stronger and stronger, but I don’t want to start the day earning myself another punishment. Finally he is done. He puts all the leftovers on the big plate and pours the rest of the coffee into the cereal bowl.
“Put it on the floor. Hands behind your back and have your breakfast.”
I bite my lips, but as long as he has given me an order I know I must not ask again. I bend done and start nibbling and licking my breakfast. I hear him chuckling above me.
“You know what you look like, whore? Like a bitch feeding. Quite appropriate, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Sir,” I agree.
What else can I say? Finally I have cleaned up the plate. For a moment I am not sure what to do. Better play it safe.
“May I take the tray back down to the kitchen, Sir?”
“Do that, and wash the dishes, too.”
Damn, still more time. I have never washed the dishes so fast and hurry back to the room my legs firmly pressed together. Fortunately he does not have any immediate orders for me.
“Sir, may your whore use the bathroom now?”
“No, I told you before it is an exception that I allow my whores to use the same toilet I use. If you need to piss, you can do it in the gutter outside.”
He points towards the French window. By this time I don’t care where. I rush outside and find my self on a balcony surrounded by a three foot railing. The gutter is outside the railing and there are only a few inches between the floor and the lowest board. Quickly I squat. I have to spread my knees wide and press my body against the railing in order to pee in the gutter without soiling the balcony. Ahhhh, what a relief. When I am done and turn around, he is standing in the doorway wearing a dressing-gown.
“Clever slut. Now come and dress me.”
When he is fully dressed he makes me follow him down into the library. In the hallway I catch a glimpse of the wall clock. 11.30 already. He is supposed to let me go at 12. In the library he sits down and makes me stand in front of him, the carefully and thoroughly examines my body commenting on each part.
“Your legs are quite nice, a bit thin, but I like that. You will always wear high heels when you come to me. And you will do regular sports to develop your ass. I like a firm round ass to fuck or to whip. I don’t think we will have to stretch your asshole. I like it when it is tight and grips my cock nicely. But remember to keep it clean before you come here. Now turn around. Your cunt is too flat for my taste. We’ll have to do something about that. I also like a bigger clit. Nice flat stomach, but your titties are a real disgrace. For one I want to see them jiggle, when I fuck you, for another they are too small for a titfuck, so we will have to change that, too. Your lips on the other hand are quite nice. They look really good wrapped around my cock. Which brings us to the point. Give head, nice and slow.”
Quickly I keel and slip my lips over his member, but he pushes my head back.
“When you give head, you always start back of my scrotum, work your way over my balls, then up my shaft and finally you may suck. Now get to work.”
His skin is very soft where I start and his balls are heavy on my nose. He smells of sex and by the time I my tongue has reached his cock, I am horny as hell. I tease him, flick my tongue over his head, lick its underside and finally wrap my lips around it and start moving my head up and down. Just as he ordered I don’t hurry. To be honest I love sucking his cock too much to hurry, love being on my knees and giving head to my Master. When he finally explodes I am almost disappointed. But I am really disappointed when he pulls out his cock and sprays his cum into my face instead of into my mouth. There is a lot of jizz and when he is done my face is dripping. He allows me to suck the last drops off, before he speaks.
“It’s 11.59, so there is only one minute left. So you’ll have to chose. You can wipe that cum off your face or leave it until you get home and have an orgasm here.”
What a choice.
“Please, Sir, may I have an orgasm?”
“Up, spread!”
I comply at once. he reaches out and shoves three fingers into my soaking wet pussy. He fingerfucks me roughly, while his thumb runs over my clit. It does not nearly take a minute.
“Ohhh yesssssssssssssssssssssss, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I scream as his hand makes me cum.
He pulls his hand out and waves to the door.
“Next Saturday 10 o clock at the spa. Barbara will know what to do.”
When I reach home my face is covered with a whitish powder. It itches, but I leave it on all day, then in the evening I moisten my fingers, carefully rub it off and lick it off my fingers.
At 10 sharp I arrive at the spa. All week I have been horny as hell and have played with myself at least 2 or 3 times a day, but obeying his orders I haven’t cum in two days. I just hope I won’t drip all over the floor, when I have to undress. At the desk I ask for Barbara again and a minute later she appears at the door to the spa itself. She does not even pretend to be polite, but just waves me inside and walks down the hall to the treatment room I already know.
“Strip!” she commands shortly.
I am naked almost before she has finished, which makes her smile.
“It looks as if Jack has taught you obedience already. Good. Obedience is a very important skill for a girl like you. Now get in the sauna.”
This time the sauna and the massage are rather quick. When she is done she starts tying me down again and spreads my legs until I grimace.
“My, are wet a wet little slut today,” she grins.
I blush, which makes her grin even more. She picks up the phone and a few minutes later an older woman appears. She is slightly overweight, but looks friendly enough. When she comes in, her eyes move over my naked body and a slight smile creases her lips. The two confer quietly and the older woman nods. As she approaches me and sits between my legs, she looks up in astonishment.
“What’s the matter with you, sweetie? You as lesb? Your cunny is soaking wet. Can’t wait to have woman touch you?”
I search desperately for an answer.
“No, no, I’m just… I haven’t had sex for some time and .. I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, sweetie. It’s much more fun working on a girl who enjoys it. Most of the others only want men to play with their cunnies. But that will have to wait. Your boobies are first.”
She opens the case she has brought with her and I blanch, when I see the syringes she takes out. While she draws up some liquid I watch anxiously. Turning back towards me, she see my drawn features.
“No need to get cold feet now, sweetie. It’s quite painless and you are sure to enjoy the results.”
When she swabs my breasts with some cold solution, I flinch. She takes a firm hold of my breasts and starts injecting the fluid. It really doesn’t hurt except for a slight prick each time, but after a while my breasts start feeling warm and tense. I look up at the ceiling.
“The nipples look rather nice as they are. Do you want them done, too, sweetie?”
“Yes, definitely,” Barbara answers for me.
The woman gives me a questioning look.
“Yes, please,” I agree not knowing what I am agreeing to, but I am sure the professor has given Barbara her orders.
The injections in my nipples hurt a bit more, but it’s not too bad.
“OK, that’s it for your breasts, sweetie. Of course it will take some more time until the full effect is visible, but you should feel some of it now. Go on, have a good look at your boobies.”
Confused I look down and gasp. My breasts have grown into genuine b-cups and my nipples…. . I have always had rather long nipples, when erect, but now they are big and full and rock hard. I can feel the heat in them, too. The woman smiles.
“I can see you like them already. Just wait until someone plays with them. They will be much more sensitive now. And just imagine what this will do to your cunny.”
My cunny? Does she want to inject my pussy, too? And make it swell up? I gulp. I can’t even imagine what this will feel like.
“But first we’ll have to wipe you down a bit down there, I think,” she smiles.
She takes some gauze and prepares to wipe my juice from my pussy, but then hesitates.
“You won’t mind, will you?” she asks, then makes me buck, when she dips a finger inside me. She licks the finger like tasting a good wine.
“Nice taste, sweetie. I’m sure your girlfriend or boyfriend will like licking your pussy, eh?” she grins. But when she leans in closer she can read the inscription on the little medal attached to my clit.
“Ah, you’re an owned girl, are you? In that case you won’t get your cunny licked too often. A pity really.”
Then she starts preparing her syringe again. I gasp again when she swabs my clit and lips with alcohol. A curious feeling, when they go slightly numb. But I still feel the syringe pricking my labia.
“Now for the climax, if you allow the pun,” she smiles.
I bite my lips when I feel the sting on my clit. Oh my God, what will she do to me next? But the heat is already spreading through my pussy and my breath becomes ragged with arousal. I hardly notice her packing her stuff, so intense is the feeling of my labia and my clit swelling up. I only become aware of her again, when her hand runs softly over my swollen titties. A soft moan escapes my mouth.
“Such a pity you are owned by a man. I’m sure a woman could enjoy you very much,” she says softly.
Barbara clears her throat.
“Carina, I think some appropriate gesture of gratitude is in order.”
Gesture of gratitude? Then I remember the “tip” the guy who pierced me a week ago got and blush furiously. But Barbara’s eyes are hard and demanding.
“Ma’am?” I find myself saying. “I would be honoured, if you would allow me to pleasure you.”
She looks at me in surprise, then turns to Barbara. The blonde looks at her watch, then smiles and turns to leave.
“If 5 minutes are enough for you, use her. But remember her owner does not allow her to come,” she adds before closing the door.
The woman looks at me for a moment.
“I’d really like to enjoy you for a long time, but if 5 minutes is all I have …”
She raises her skirt and pulls down her panties, then simply straddles my head. The smell of her pussy is strong and she is almost as moist as I am. I can’t really see, but my face is covered by a thick dark bush of hair. I extend my tongue and taste her juices, strong and salty. my tongue starts dancing on her clit. The position she assumes pushes my nose deep between the folds of her pussy. I lick and suck on her clit and hear her moan and groan. She is obviously excited and soon starts squirming and rubbing her pussy all over my face. When she finally comes she squirts her juices until my face is dripping. She catches her breath for a moment, then slides off my face. Smiling she bends over me and starts licking her honey off my face. Her tongue is long and intensely arousing.
“I’d love to do that on your clitty, sweetie, but I don’t want to get you into trouble.” she says softly.
She has just finished, when the door opens and Barbara enters. The older woman pats my cheeks and leaves without another word.
“Time to get you ready, slut.”
Barbara’s voice sounds angry for some reason. She takes a rubber hose from a shelf and attaches a plastic bag which she fills with water. Roughly she shoves the hose into my ass and I feel the water rushing into me. I bite my lips and try to contain the water in spite of my spread legs. As if she noticed my discomfort Barbara adjusts the chair to spread my legs a couple of inches more before she sits by my face and starts my make-up. As the water fills me it gets harder and harder to keep it inside. Barbara roughly admonishes me.
“Stop grimacing, slut!”
“Yes, Miss Barbara. I’m sorry.”
With a grunt she continues working on my face and my hair. Finally she looks at her watch.
“That’s it for today,” she remarks while she opens the ties that hold me down. “Go and empty yourself.”
When I come back from the bathroom, she points to some high heels and a blazer.
“Get dressed.”
I put on the heels, then look around for my clothes.
“What are you waiting for, slut? Put on that blazer, the chauffeur is waiting.”
The jacket is just long enough to cover my ass and pussy, if I stand straight. This time there is no leash and my hands remain free also. She opens the door and leads me to the back door, where the chauffeur politely opens the door to the limo. Before we reach it something makes me turn and say in a low voice.
“I haven’t had a chance to thank you properly, Miss Barbara. Maybe you will give me the chance next time?”
She looks at me for a moment, then a cruel smile play around the edge of her lips.
“I am sure we will find a way for you to thank me, but don’t think you will get away with licking my pussy,” she replies in a low voice.
The clamps bite cruelly into my swollen nipples. The moment I had entered the door and taken off the blazer the professor clipped them on and I have been wearing them for over an hour now, while he is reading and I am on hands and knees licking his feet. Finally he puts down the book and commands me to kneel.
“You look much better now, whore. I think your tits will provide quite an enjoyable place to fuck, don’t you? How do they feel?”
“Well, they feel somewhat swollen, Sir, and rather warm.” I answer. “And very sensitive. The clips hurt a lot.”
“Good,” he smiles. “That was part of the intention, of course. A whore like you should feel pain very intensely. Just wait till you feel those clips on your cunt and clit.”
He remains silent for a moment allowing me to anticipate the pain he has promised me, then suddenly asks.
“Have you been a good girl in the past week? Or have you allowed my cunt to be used by someone else?”
With that little medal telling everyone what I am? Hardly.
“No, Sir. No one has used your cunt. Though I have given the woman who made the injections some tongue.”
“Have you now? How interesting. Did she enjoy it?”
“I think so, Sir. She came very hard.”
“Good. Your body is meant to give pleasure. Just make sure they don’t touch my cunt more than necessary. How often did you finger yourself?”
“Quite often, Sir. Two or three times every day. But I did not come yesterday or the day before,” I add proudly.
“I expect detailed answers. You will report on every orgasm giving the exact time and the way you achieved it.”
He definitely does not leave me with any privacy or shame.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And for the unsatisfactory answer you will ask for a punishment tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I have been with him for hardly more than an hour and I already have one coming. I must make sure not to earn myself more.
“Say, are you horny, my whore?”
“Yes, Sir”
Wholeheartedly. He smiles.
“Just the answer I expect from my whore when she comes to serve. But I’m sure there is room for a slight raise in horniness. Come!”
He gets up and I hasten to follow him. Up in his bathroom he leads me to what looks like a barber’s chair and makes me sit. Inevitable he ties me up. While he is busy adjusting all sorts of stuff, he starts talking.
“You know, not every girl is such a natural slut as you are. A couple of years ago I had a student whore who was a very difficult case. She was a student who majored in electronics and she actually tried to get into the university computer to change her grades. So she ended up my whore for a year. A gorgeous blonde, much better figure than yours. And a pair of tits that just cried out for my cock. After a couple of whippings quite obedient, too. But she never seemed to get aroused. And I do hate fucking a dry hole.”
While he continues he starts sticking pads on various parts of my body and linking them up with wires. I look at the wires rather anxiously, but either he doesn’t notice or he enjoys my anxiety.
“So I had her build this chair for herself. Once it was ready she had to come in an hour early and spend that hour on the chair. And you know what? After that she was the horniest and wettest whore I ever had. Let’s see what my slut chair can do for you.”
My anxiety is still far from gone, but his description has also got me going and I can’t wait to see what will happen. My eyes go wide, when he fetches two vibrators from a shelf. He dips one into my pussy, then pushes it carefully up my ass. When he turns to pick up the other one the first one stays firmly in place obviously fixed to the chair. When the second one is buried in my cunt, he takes a small cup and places it over my clit. Soft clamps bite into my pussylips without hurting too much and hold the cup in place. He exchanges the clips on my nipples by softer ones which have a little plastic ball attached and connects these to some more wires. Then he slips a blindfold over my eyes.
“Finished. Now I will have to go away for some time, but I’m sure you won’t get bored, my little whore.”
I hear a switch being thrown, then his footsteps move away. A moment later I feel a vibration on my nipples. The plastic balls must be little vibrators. Suddenly the clips actually feel quite pleasant. The feeling increases when first the vibe in my ass, then the one in my cunt start vibrating, too. I wriggle in my ties to push myself deeper onto them. A load moan escapes my mouth when the cup on my clit starts adding to my pleasure. Oh yes! Soon my entire body is buzzing and tingling. If I could I would fuck myself on the two vibes, but being tied down and having to take the pleasure helplessly somehow adds to it. I try to relax and just enjoy, but the feeling is too intense and despite myself I keep trying to push the vibes deeper. Then my body goes rigid as I feel my orgasm approaching. This feels so good after two days without. Her it comes. ..
Ice cold water sprays over my body and a moment later I feel the same cold in my ass. I cry out in surprise. The buzzing has stopped and I lie in the chair shivering. My ass feels bloated and I don’t even dare fuck myself for fear of soiling myself. Damn, why couldn’t it go on for just a couple of seconds later. Panting I lie in the chair waiting for him to release me. I can see how this could make even the most unwilling woman horny. Slowly I relax.
Suddenly my nipples start tingling again, then my whole body is being aroused. Yes, I won’t take so long this time. I’m going to have a climax after all. I try to think of my favourite fantasies, imagine the professor’s cock pounding my pussy hard and fast, think of my flatmate Annie on her knees before me nibbling and sucking my clit. Oh yes, soon.
More cold water.
“Nooooooooooo,” I scream in frustration as the stimulation stops.
I lose track of time. I try everything, lying as quietly as I can, writhing and trying to fuck myself, dreaming up the most perverted fantasies, thinking of all sorts of things to take my mind off the stimulation, but the result is always the same. I can’t remember how often the chair has taken me to the edge only to leave me unfulfilled and frustrated. The intervals are hardly long enough for me to collect myself and as soon as the vibrations start again I am reduced to a writing mass of flesh with only one thought.
“Fuck me, make me cum , ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
But always the chair stops just in time and the cold water brings me down from the edge.
“Who is Annie?”
“My flatmate,” I gasp before even realizing he has asked a question.
Has he just entered or has he been there all the time?
“Do you have sex with her?”
“No.”
The vibrations are starting again.
“What does she look like?”
“She’s … she’s,” it’s so hard to concentrate with my cunt aching for a climax. “She rather petite, but with big breasts. Black hair, green eyes. ohhhhhhh.”
“Tell me how you picture her now.”
“She’s at my feet, licking my pussy, eating out my asshole, fingering me, making me come.”
Yes, yes, noooooooooooooooooooooo. The cold water takes me away from my goal again.
“Please, Sir, please allow me to cum. I’ll do everything. I’ll be the best most depraved whore you have ever had. Please let me cum.”
I know I am babbling and he will not relent, but I can’t stop. When he speaks again, his voice sounds amused.
“So tell me about the things my most depraved whore will do for me.”
“I .. I will … I will serve you whenever you want, not just for a day. And I’ll lick your entire body every day, your feet, your balls, your ass, your cock.” I desperately try to think up more things to offer him for this orgasm. “You can page me and I’ll come running to your office, if you need to urinate, Sir.”
The teasing has started again.
“I’ll be your whore all the time, Sir. I’ll fuck whoever you send to me. I’ll do whatever you say no matter how painful or humiliating, but please let me cum, Sir.”
I keep babbling, while he remains quite for a moment.
“What a filthy cock-hungry cunt you are.”
Then his footsteps leave.
I lose control completely, I’m just a mass of craving flesh.
Suddenly light shine into my eyes. I blink and see his face leaning over me. He is smiling.
“I told you there was still room for getting even hornier. Now clean up. And don’t you dare touch your tits or your cunt, when I untie you.”
To my amazement I realize he has already removed the vibrators. Slowly I sit up. I am feeling dizzy. He gives me the times to clear my brains. When I stand I notice I am standing in a pool of water. He points to a bucket at the side of the room and I get down on my knees to mop up the mess.
“I found it especially amusing, when you peed yourself, by the way,” he remarks drily.
Despite everything I still manage to blush. He certainly doesn’t leave out any chance to humiliate me.
“Get in the shower,” he commands, when I am done.
Suddenly I realize that I am coated with sweat. I step in the shower. The warm water feels wonderful on my body. I let the water stream over me. Suddenly I feel his hands on my breasts and eagerly press them forward.
“Don’t get any ideas, whore. I want you clean and in your present state I can’t trust you not to play with yourself. Now spread.”
I comply eagerly. His hands are rough, when he washes my cunt and my ass, but it feels like the most wonderful touch I have ever felt. When I have dried myself off, he takes me into the bedroom. While he lays down I have to stand with my legs spread and my hands behind my head.
“Now, my whore. I have a little task for you. If you fulfil it, I’ll put you on the chair next week and you can choose how long you want to stay on it until it gives you an orgasm. If you fail, you’ll spend two hours on it both on Saturday and Sunday and you won’t have an orgasm all weekend. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I’ll do anything for an orgasm. And even more to avoid two session like the one I just had.
“You mentioned your flatmate Annie. Until you return next week, you’ll have sex with Annie. And of course you’ll report on it in full. And now it’s time for a fuck. Lay down on the bed, hands behind your head.”
The task he has given me instantly forgotten, I hurry to comply and let my legs fall open invitingly. He laughs.
“Done like a true whore. But you don’t expect me to fuck you now, do you? You’ll only come and forget to pleasure me.”
He straddles my body and lays his cock between my swollen tits.
“Now press them together and move them.”
It feels strange touching my swollen breasts, but they fit around his hard cock perfectly and I start pushing them up and down.
“Very nice. They could still be a bit bigger, but they are good enough. Why should a man exert himself fucking your cunt or ass, when you have two movable cunts right up here?” he asks. “And open your mouth. Lick the tip of my cock.”
He tastes of precum and after the first lick a thin line of the sticky liquid trails from my tongue. The taste makes me crave his sperm and my movements become faster. I look up into his eyes that are clouded with pleasure.
“Please, Sir. Please cum and give your whore a taste of your wonderful sperm.”
His face contorts and suddenly a thick wad of his juice hits my palate. He keeps pumping it out. Most of it ends up in my mouth, but some thick drops stick to my cheeks and nose. Dutifully I clean the last bit from his cock. He smiles down at me.
“Good whore. Now go make lunch. And you know better than to finger yourself. I’ll be down in half an hour.”
Proudly I leave his cum to dry in my face. On the way down to the kitchen I glance at the wall clock. Almost 3. I blanche. I can’t have been on that chair for much longer than an hour.
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