I was kneeling near the door my eyes lowered, waiting for him to get home. I could feel my wetness soaking through the limited clothing I was wearing, and dripping down my thighs, only increasing my embarrassment and horniness.
He’d told me to dress for his enjoyment and I’d chosen to wear the new leather harness that matched the black collar around my neck. A black g-string, suspenders, stockings and pumps completed the outfit. I’d carefully applied my makeup, slutty bright red lipstick and dark eyes, the way I knew he liked it.
I was also to have the butt plug in and nipple clamps on for at least half an hour before he got there. It had already been forty minutes and my anxiety was increasing with every passing minute, hoping he’d be pleased with my preparation.
Eventually, I heard the key turning in the lock and his footsteps as he walked through the door. “My slave,” he said, tilting my head up and pulling me to my feet. His eyes scanned my body and clothes before handing me his coat and briefcase. “Something to drink please,” he ordered, going to sit on his favourite seat in the lounge.
I brought him a scotch, kneeling to serve him as required. For a few minutes he just sat, my head on his knee with him gently stroking my hair as he told me about his day.
“Let’s inspect you then,” he said casually, leaning forward in his chair. Quickly, I stood up straight, hands on my head and legs spread, blushing even though I had done this so many times before.
“Stand straighter, head up, eyes straight ahead,” he said and I waited as his eyes scanned my body. He had me remove my g-string to check that my pussy was waxed smooth underneath. He pulled the nipple clamps, making me wince and then signalled for me turn around. I turned, and got into position on my hands and knees with my back arched, and my hands pulling my butt cheeks apart. My wet pussy and plugged ass were fully exposed to him. He swatted the insides of my thighs and I quickly spread my legs wider.
“Someone is most definitely dripping, isn’t she?” he said as he plunged two fingers into my soaking pussy. “Yes Sir,” I moaned as he forced his fingers put into my mouth to suck my juices off. It had been weeks since I’d been allowed to orgasm, and his touch made me so horny if he’d rubbed my clit I would have cum right there.
“Kneel,” he said, roughly pulling the nipple clamps off, causing a wave of pain to crash over me. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound as I’d made the mistake of screaming when he’d done that before and was not about to pay for the consequences again.
“Good girl,” he said pinching my still hard nipples.
He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock that was already starting to get hard. The sight of his dick gave me a surge of wetness and I instinctively ran my tongue over my lips. “May I?”, I asked, almost begging to be allowed to touch his cock.
“Yes slave, you may, but remember that you are not to use your hands and you had better have been practicing deep throating,” he said.
Greedily, I took him in my mouth sucking his cock and taking him deep into my mouth.
He didn’t take long to get hard and soon he was grabbing my hair and forcing me faster and deeper onto his cock. I was choking and gasping for air, but I was even hornier than before and all I could think about was how much I wanted him inside me. After one particularly rough thrust of my head onto his cock he came in my mouth. I smiled swallowing his cum and licking his cock clean, as he relaxed his hand on my hair.
“I’m glad you enjoyed your dinner, slave. Go cook me mine and afterwards I have a special treat planned for you.”
To be continued…