You sneak through the door in your little black number clutching your shoes. Careful to quietly turn the lock. A long slow click. You turn around, and your heart skips a beat. You see me in the armchair.

You look down and utter, "Sorry, Master." You know what's coming. You know what a naughty girl deserves, and you see it in my eyes. Without taking your eyes off the ground, you walk slowly towards me.

"Kneel," I command. You slowly lower yourself to your knees. Your black dress slides up your legs. Stroking your smooth thighs as it rides higher. I lean forward and whisper in your ear, "Tonight, you're my whore". Part of you is excited, and part of you is scared. You're not sure if there's a difference between the two.

I lean back, and you know what I want. You see my cock bulging in my pants. You loosen my belt, fumbling as your fingers share the same confusion between excitement and fear. Finally, it comes free, and you pull down my zipper. You reach in and feel my rock-hard cock. Master enjoys a naughty girl. You pull my dick out and look up at me. "Please, Master," you ask. I nod. You lick my cock from the base to the tip. Your lips envelop the tip, and you slowly slide my dick in and out of your mouth. "Good whore" I compliment. You feel my hand grip your hair at the back of your head. You feel my strong hand tighten, and it hurts. I drive your head down and thrust my cock down your throat. Your throat is filled with my dick, and your face is pressed into me. You gag and can't breathe. Just as you start to panic, I pull your head back. Sweet air rushes into your lungs. As you gasp, your spit runs down your chin. Just as you gain composure, I shove your head down again, and you find your throat filled with dick. Again and again, I fuck your throat. Again and again, you gasp for air. Your makeup is smeared all over your face, mouth, and chin, covered in spit.

I stand and pull you up by the hair. "Did my whore enjoy that?" I ask. You nod. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master". I lead you to the back of the armchair. You face the chair. I spread your legs and push your face down, bending you over the chair. You feel rope being carefully and methodically tied around your ankles. With your face pressed in the chair, you don't see what is happening, but you feel your hands being bound. You're bent over, hands and feet bound. You can't move from that position.

You feel my hands slowly sliding up your thighs, sliding your dress up over your ass.

You feel my fingers gently trace their way over your thighs. The touch is so light as to be almost imperceptible. They make their way over your buttocks. Light, slow. You don't feel my fingers on you anymore as I raise my hand. Swiftly I land a spank. You feel the sting and hear the crack. You let out a muffled cry. My fingers gently trace their way over your stinging cheek. Spank, caress, spank, caress. You can't believe how wet you are, how much this turns you on. You're dripping. Your ass is red.

I briefly step away. You're glad for a respite as much as you want the pain. When I return, you feel my hand grip your hair, and I pull your head up. Our eyes meet, and you feel something rubbery enter your mouth. You suck on it. "Good whore" I say through a smile. It feels like it's narrow at one end, gets bigger, and then narrows again. I pull it out of your mouth, and you see what it is. You let out an excited whimper. I let your head fall back down.

Behind you again, I give you another spank for good measure. "Does my whore want it?" I ask. "Yes, Master. Please," you murmur. You feel it circle your anus. Your spit and the lubricant make for a cold, slippery sensation. I gently push the plug in. You feel your ass expanding further and further. Just as you think you can't take it anymore, it starts to taper, and your ass swallows it. The little shiny jewel on the end stops your ass from devouring it. "Pretty little whore" I admire.

Your pussy is drenched. You feel my cock play with your wet cunt. Flicking, rubbing, pressing. "Please, Master," you beg. I plunge my dick into you. You feel my cock fill you. You feel the plug that fills your ass move at the same time. It's intense. Almost unbearable. You're bound, immobile, and at your Master's mercy. I start thrusting harder. Each thrust hammers the plug in your ass. The feeling of being filled gets more and more intense. The more you moan, the harder and faster I thrust. You feel the pressure build and build...

It starts to take you. You feel it start in your toes. Your thighs contract. You feel your ass spread as I gently pull on the plug. "Cum for me," I demand. As the plug slips out, your orgasm releases. You feel a cry slip out of your lips as you cum. Every part of you feels the orgasm as it rolls over you. Wave upon wave crashes over your senses.

You feel my cock slide out of your dripping pussy. As your breathing return to normal, the ropes that hold you slip away. You feel my hand close on your hair. I pull you back and to your knees. You look up and see my cock glistening with your pleasure. Something lowers down and around your neck. Soft but promising control. I pull the collar down, and you're on all fours. You follow me, obediently, to the bedroom. You see me sit on the bed's edge and reel the chain in. I lean down. You feel my lips on yours. Exploring. Hungry. You want to please your Master. You want his lips. You want his tongue. Our tongues play, and our desires grow.

You feel my hand stroke your breast. Gentle and firm. Your nipples are hard. We continue to kiss, and you lose yourself in the play. You don't notice my hand is no longer on your breast. Suddenly you feel a sting as my hand slaps your breast. You let out a muffled cry. My hand lands twice again in quick succession. You pull away, but I hold the collar firm.

With one hand, I hold the chain. The other I use to bring your gaze up to mine. "Don't you want to please your Master?" I ask. We both know the answer. You nod. I pull you up and throw you to the bed. You lie on your back, legs spread. Your fingers trace their way over your glistening pussy. You see the hungry look in my eyes. I thrust myself between your legs and grab your hand. I pull your hand to my mouth. You feel me take your fingers in my mouth. I suck and lick them. You can tell I love the taste. You feel my hands on your thighs, and suddenly you're pulled toward me. I stare deeply into your eyes as I slowly insert myself into you. Inch by inch, you feel my cock fill you. You feel me move your hands above your head, pinning them to the bed. Our eyes are locked. As I thrust deeper and deeper, one of my hands grips your breast. As I thrust harder, it grips harder. Everything is intense. Thrusts, grip, eyes.

It all conspires, and you feel another orgasm coming. I feel your pussy grip my cock as your body readies. "My little whore is going to come again," I accuse. "Yes," you admit. "Good, you know I like seeing you come," I say. You feel my dick fill you even more. Your breast is aching under my grip, your hands driven into the bed. My hands release, and so does your orgasm. As you cum and it flows from head to toe, you feel me slip out. Your orgasm pulses as you see me cum. You feel my hot, thick cum on your stomach, breasts, throat, and lips.

You feel my fingers across your breast as you revel in the subsiding pulses of pleasure. I slip my finger in your mouth, and you suck on my cum covered fingers. "Does my whore like the taste of me?" I ask. You nod and suck harder. I remove my fingers, and we stare at each other. "Close your eyes," I whisper. You feel the gentle strokes of tissues over you. Careful, gentle. As hard as Master is, he is caring. You feel my fingers stroke your cheek. "How are you?" I ask. You open your eyes and smile. "Satisfied." I lower myself next to you. My fingers keep stroking. Cheek, forehead, ear. Our eyes locked. I break your gaze and pepper you with kisses on your lips, cheeks, and forehead. You laugh and snuggle into my chest. We drift off. My arms are around you.