Point Zero One: The Box
At my job, I'm feeling pretty bored. I'm stuck working on a sales report for the first half of the year. But then, all of a sudden, my phone beeps with a text message. I can't help but get excited, knowing what this means.
"Want to have some fun?" the message says. And with that, my whole afternoon and, potentially, evening, changes course.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," I reply back, understanding that I must follow his rules if we're going to play.
He's set out some simple guidelines: he's my Master, and I'm his slave to do as he pleases. I'll only do what he tells me to do and when he tells me to do it. I'll call him Sir or Master, and I'll thank him for his kindnesses.
When I get home, there'll be a box waiting for me in the small porch. I'm not allowed to wear any clothes, make-up, jewellery, or accessories not found in the box. Anything extra or missing will break the rules.
In his presence, I must kneel before him with my eyes cast down, unless he tells me otherwise.
I wasn't allowed to orgasm unless my Master gives me permission.
If I break any of these rules, I'll face punishment. Usually this comes in the form of a spanking.
I'm counting down the hours until I can rush home and experience the pain and pleasure my Master has planned for me. I can barely focus on the report I'm working on, as my mind wanders to the possible contents of the box. My Master has his favourites, like Mac's Ruby Woo lipstick, but for Christmas, he gifted me a pair of gorgeous rose gold nipple clamps, which we hadn't tried out yet.
Sometimes I'll get instructions in the box, like going to a specific room and waiting for him to arrive. Whatever he tells me to do, I must complete it.
In excitement, my pussy is already wet and throbbing. I'm grateful that I'm the only one in the office, and I'm wearing a grey pencil skirt. I can't help but run my hand up my legs towards my pussy, through my knickers. An electric shock runs through my body - I'd love nothing more than to get off, but I know I can't without my Master's go-ahead. My pussy, my whole body, belongs to him.
I reluctantly remove my hand and move it to my large 32F breasts, pinching myself gently as I mutter in pleasure. My Master loves my breasts, so I know I'll be getting a lot of attention from them this evening. I'm lucky because my Master enjoys my breasts as much as I do. I sigh, wishing I had my nipple clamps here in the office so I could have some solo fun.
But nope - I must deny myself until he commands me to. I turn back to the computer and resume my report with renewed focus. I know I won't be able to wait until the report is finished to serve my Master.
The clock strikes 4 pm and my report is finally done - I can't wait to go home and serve my Master. I shut the laptop down, lock the office door, and make my way to my car.
I arrive home and find a box waiting for me in the front porch. I lock the front door, hang up my coat and bag, and kneel to the ground. I calmly open the box to see what my Master has chosen for me. Inside, I find a set of black lingerie - lacy knickers and bra, stockings and suspenders, the Ruby Woo lipstick, a blindfold, and my collar. This time, there's no leash included. I see the absence of the ball-gag, so I expect my mouth will be well used this evening. There's also a short note with instructions:
"Once you're dressed, come up to the bedroom and kneel with your mouth open and your tongue out. You may take off your blindfold on the stairs, but put it back on as soon as you enter the room."
My pussy is on fire, but I know it'll be a while before I get any attention in that area. I quickly shed my work clothes and don the items provided for me. I slowly walk up the stairs, careful of my new clear blindfold. Once I reach the top, I put it back on, then kneel in front of my door. My pussy aches, but I know I must wait for my Master's permission.
I enter the room and get on my knees, ready for my instructions. I hold my mouth open, eagerly awaiting what is to come next. After around a minute, the tip of a firm penis brushes against my tongue, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a small moan in response to the incredible feeling. My master laughs at my obvious excitement.
"Good evening, whore." He says.
"Good evening, master." I reply, still keeping my mouth open.
"Ask who owns this mouth."
"You do, master."
"And what gives you the most pleasure with this mouth?"
"To suck your cock, master."
"Beg."
"Please, master. I want you to fuck my mouth with your huge cock." This is the truth - I love having a cock in my mouth more than anything else. I feel like a slut for cock and I'm not ashamed of it.
"Worship my cock with your tongue."
Without hesitation, I start licking the base of the shaft and run my tongue up its length. I then circle the tip with my tongue. My master appreciates my efforts and moans loudly. I repeat this process a few times, savoring the taste of his precum.
"Pleasure me with your tongue."
I do as I'm told and use my tongue to play around his cock. I want to pleasure my master as much as I can. I'm starting to lose control - my mouth is constantly brushing his cock. I know this will likely lead to punishment, but it makes me even more horny. I lose all control and take his entire cock into my mouth, swallowing as much of it as possible. Master beams with happiness and allows me to continue. I dip my head up and down, sucking him off as gently as I can.
Without warning, Master pulls his cock out of my mouth.
"You were supposed to only use your tongue."
"I apologize, master."
"What do bad girls get?"
"A spanking, master."
"That's correct. Get onto your hands and knees on the bed."
Without hesitation, I move into the desired position. My ass is fully exposed and I can feel master's hand on it, gently warming me up. He then starts running a finger between my legs. I can't help but moan, so the master laughs at how much pleasure I'm getting from his touch.
Without warning, he raises his hand and spanks my left cheek hard. Pain and pleasure shoot through me - it feels amazing.
"Count." Master says.
"One."
He repeats this, spanking my right cheek. Each spank increases my arousal. After the eighth spank, my master asks if I want two more. Of course, I say yes - I want to be punished even more, making me even hornier. He grants me two more powerful spanks. My ass is now bright red and sore, but I couldn't be happier.
"Lie back on the bed and finger yourself. You may not put any fingers in your pussy."
I move onto my back, reach down and touch my clit. I'm not allowed to put any fingers in my pussy. My master is still standing, his cock hard and ready. I start rubbing my clit while staring at his cock. He is watching me closely, seemingly very pleased with my behaviour. His cock looks so big and fresh. I'm beyond horny.
Eventually, master climbs on the bed and positions himself near my face. I immediately take his massive cock into my mouth. The feeling is absolutely amazing, I can't help but groan. I'm sucking his cock so good that he might cum soon. My master starts masturbating, speeding up his motions. His orgasm is getting closer.
Suddenly, master pulls his cock out of my mouth again.
"I would've cum." He says, hesitating. "Lie back on the bed and whack off."
I do as I'm told. Master grabs his cock and strokes it faster and faster until he eventually cums. He gives me a little bit of cum, and I relish it in my mouth, tasting him. Master then pulls away and disappears from the room. It feels like I'm still in the zone - I could go on for hours, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to get the same pleasure from masturbating alone. This was an amazing experience.
I follow orders - I lie back with my torso slightly upright against the headboard, spread my legs. My right hand slips between them, under the lace of my panties. My pussy is saturated, my clitoris engorged with unsated desire. I start subtly rubbing my clit in small, circular motions, but even this little stimulation feels too intense. I groan deeply and loudly at the sensation. I notice from my Master's expression that he's thoroughly enjoying my excitement.
Most submissives are deprived of orgasms by their dominants — everyone to their own. But my Master enjoys witnessing my orgasms; He delights in telling me (and I love hearing) that I'm a shameless slut for deriving immense sexual satisfaction from submission, and I reciprocate my gratitude towards his tool. Consequently, my Master mandates that I have orgasms at his behest, and I strive to oblige.
In this predicament, there's no danger that I won't provide an orgasm for my Master — I may even come prematurely. I persist in pinching my clit, lubricated with my pussy juice, but I'm right on the brink of a severe climax. I can tell from my Master's grin that he's delighted with the show I'm putting on.
"Sir, may I come for you?"
"Not yet."
I merely suppress a whimper of regret and anger, but Master sees the annoyance on my face and just grins. I am finding it challenging to keep my hands from my crotch — if I cum without being given permission, I'm in for it, but the anticipation of punishment is arousing me.
"Suck your fingers and taste the delightful wetness of your cunt", my Master commands. I obediently take my fingers away from between my legs and put my index and middle fingers in my mouth. I gently suck and lick my fingers to savor my liquid, imagining I'm sucking my Master's dick clean after a good fucking.
"Excellent slut. You enjoy the taste of a tasty little pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, Master, I do. Thanks."
"Get on your knees on the floor and open your mouth," my Master demands. I reluctantly obey, stumbling as my legs are weak from the stimulation I've been indulging in. Once on the floor and with my mouth open, my Master plunges his stiff cock between my lips. He then withdraws it nearly to the point of exposure, back to thrusting at a rapid pace. He yanks my hair each time he thrusts, speeding up the pace. After a few minutes of vigorous mouth-fucking, Master tightens his grip on my hair and spews hot, gooey cum into my open mouth.
My Master backs off, and I lie down, prepared for more orders. Cum oozes down my face, running onto my breasts, and my pussy yearns for relief. My Master appreciates that I adore facials, and so he satisfactorily covers me in a generous load of cum.
I hear my Master come back and sit on the bed in front of me. He obviously enjoys the spectacle of a woman dressed up in lingerie, crowned with a collar, painted red lips, and a face adorned with cum, craving satisfaction. I am turned on like never before, desperate for a release. My Master, being not unkind on occasion, sits beside me. He nestles his fingers in my knickers, and I sense him caressing my clitoris.
"Cum on my fingers." He directs me. I obediently acquiesce, and after about 10 seconds' clitoral stimulation, my pussy unleashes a powerful orgasm. As I groan loudly, my lips part, and some cum drips in. My Master knew this was a consequence; he just grins as he continues to fondle my clit.
My Master takes out his fingers, rises, and I hear him leave.
"When you're finished, tidy yourself up. You are discharged." I hear him leave as I collapse, reveling in the feeling of gratification radiatinig from my satisfied pussy.
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