I make you sit down on the floor.
Not to punish you, but to be able to see my little slut in the best way possible.
"Go to waiting sub," I say calmly, but without leaving any doubt that you need to obey me. You jump up and start undressing immediately, since waiting sub is a position in which you are completely naked. I can see your need to obey me. You almost trip in your haste to undress.
"Calm down, my little slut. We have all night to play," I say with a grin.
You look down, a little embarrassed about the need to submit that you feel. That craving to obey. When you are naked, you get into the position. You can feel your pussy slowly starting to moisten when you lower yourself back on the ground, in anticipation for what is to come.
l slowly start to walk around you, making sure you are in the correct position.
"Tell me little sub, where should you place your legs?" I ask circling behind your back.
"I have to sit on my knees, and I have to spread them wide open, so you can see everything, Sir," you say immediately.
I smile at your fast response, but since I am behind your back, you cannot see it. I make sure my smile isn’t visible anymore when I come back around, inspecting the placement of your legs. I slightly nudge your left knee with my foot. I lean over you, bending a little bit towards you and make eye contact with you, so I am sure you feel the intensity of my gaze and my next words.
"Open up wider, my little sub. I want to see you. Everything of you." When I say that I see a shudder going through you, beginning at your skull and going down your spine to settle down right in your pussy. The wetness that you first felt inside your little pussy I can now start to see glistening between your legs.
I slowly return to a standing position, and after that I go back to walking in circles around you.
"And where should your arms be, my little sub?" I ask, continuing to make sure you get your position right.
"Folded behind my back, Sir. With my hands gripping my wrists."
As you are saying this, I stand right behind you, looking at your back and soaking in the view before me. I get very close to you. So close you can feel my presence right behind you, but just barely not touching you. Once again I lean into you, now from your back. I let my head sit right next to yours, and I soak in your aroma. Once I have done that I take hold of your hands and push them up higher, softly, but with authority.
"Get those arms higher, little sub,” I whisper to you with a hint of irritation. Your reaction is immediate, as if I had shouted to you. You lift your arms as high as you can, but still keeping them in a nice straight line behind your back.
“Now you are a very good little sub,” I whisper to you as I get back into my normal position, towering over you. I once again resume my slow circling around you, so that I can really enjoy the sight of you on the ground. “Tell me little sub, how should your posture be?” I ask, taking pleasure from the fast responses.
“My spine has to be straight, I have to offer you my breasts like a good little slut, and my ass should rest on my heels, Sir.”
I see you getting restless, anxious to know if you did a good job. I don’t say anything, and keep walking around you until I stand before you, my crotch right in your face. I can see you cannot keep your eyes away from my zipper, and what lays behind it. You even subconsciously bite your lower lip in lust. I let you take in the view, amused by your inability to focus. After a few seconds, I clap my hands together, startling you back into reality.
“My eyes are up here, little slut,” I say with a smile on my face.
You begin to laugh out of embarrassment. “I am sorry, Sir. I just really want to see your beautiful cock again.”
I smile at you, letting you know it is okay. Then my smile slowly disappears and I become serious again, making you understand that you need to pay attention again.
“Tell me, little slut, what are you?” I ask you. Not in an imposing way, just as if I were to ask you what you wanted for dinner.
I see your eyes light up at the question, and you respond with a smile: “I am your fucktoy, Sir. I am yours to do with as you please. To use and abuse at your wish.”
Suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your left cheek, where my right hand struck you hard.
“Did I hear you correct, little slut? Do I get to do whatever I wish with you?” I say, with a very wicked grin on my face.
“Of course, Sir. You may do anything and everything with me. I am your fucktoy,” you repeat, still that smile on your face. For some strange reason, the heat from where my hand struck you went straight to your clit. I hit your other cheek, but this time you moan a little in response. “Thank you, Sir,” you say.
“My pleasure, little slut,” I say in a voice filled with lust. I stop for a second, just to let the warmth in your cheeks become very noticeable.
I let my eyes roam your body, just taking in the beautiful picture, when I remark: “I must say, little slut, there is something missing in this picture. Stay there, and do not dare to look around.”
You instantly freeze, and I know you will not look anywhere but straight ahead, even if every fibre of your being wants to see what I have in store for you. I slowly walk behind you, to the table with the toys needed for this scene. Although there aren’t a lot of them tonight, I do know that you will enjoy them, perhaps even more then I like to use them on you.
First I take your belt off the table. Only thinking about what I have done to you with this belt makes my cock harden. I stroke the soft material, three blue plastic bands, woven into a beautiful belt, with a metal clasp at the end. I take hold of it and slowly step towards you. You only heard me rummaging on the table, but as soon as you heard the clasp of your belt click while I picked it up, you began to fantasize about the possibilities. The heat in your pussy feels far too intense to you. “How can I be so wet, when I have been barely touched?” you think to yourself. As you hear my footsteps approach me, you get even wetter, and you start to feel your wetness drip down, right on the wooden floor.
