When her master arrived, she was lying on the floor playing with ink as if it was a watercolor. She was wearing black knee socks, white panties, and an oversized dark-brown sweater that has a bear roaring on it. She was so into her art that she didn't realized he was there until she heard his voice, which never fails to make her heart stop.

"I am home, little whore. Is this how you receive your master?"

"I’m sorry, sir, I was drawing..."

"Come here," he ordered with a stern voice as he pointed at the floor in front of him.

Seconds later, she was on her knees as he demanded. She looked at him with a little smile of devotion adorning her face.

"You know already this is your natural position," he said, petting her head, "and I told you this is how I want you to greet me when I get home."

"I’m sorry, sir, I didn't hear the..." She was not able finish her sentence as he put his index over her lips to silence her. His eyes looked deep into hers and she started to feel horny.

"Remind me how long it is been since I put you on denial, little whore?" he asked and leaned her head towards him, making her caress his bulge with her slutty face.

"Three weeks now, Sir," she replied as soon as he gave her a chance.

Her heart started racing, her mouth was suddenly watering and her pussy was aching. That no-touch-unless-sucking-cock rule works wonderfully on her. He pushed her head against him again and asked, "Do you smell that, pretty slut? My balls are full of cum for you."

"Yes, Master, can I please lick them? Can I please eat your cum? Please?" She supplicated from the floor, entirely filled with desire.

"Not yet, bitch, you have to earn it," he said, and his thumb found its way into her mouth. She understood and started to suck it like a hungry baby.

"Wow, my cum swallower is starving," he exclaimed surprised. She was already trying to unzip his pants.

"Stop right there, stupid slut. Did I gave you permission to undress me?"

She stopped and looked at him with only one wish in written all over her: sucking His cock. That, of course, made him smile, but she needed to understand who is the one that makes decisions here, that is why he slapped her.

There was only silence for a couple of seconds, her eyes were on stuck the floor, then he added, "Well, I know you enough to know that is enough to have you dripping right now. Show me your cunt, whore."

"Yes, Master" she replied shyly; then reclined back, opened her legs, pulled up the sweater, and showed her panties. They had a big wet patch on the middle. She looked away, a bit embarrassed, but her master was really pleased with all the progress he was witnessing. Back then, she used to take forever to get wet; her master had to do various violent things to her before having her soaking

However, keeping her in denial was a great idea. "Wow, little baby you are such a whore, getting all wet by just sucking my thumb.
I like you better this way; all needy and horny, so submissive too. I will keep you in denial a bit more." He finished with a smile, knowing that she was craving to be abused and knowing that she would beg him to do it.

Her heart skipped a beat; suddenly he said there wouldn't be any cock for her. No cock at all for the little stupid whore. That moment, without stopping to think, she started to plead. "Please, Sir, I need to feel you inside of me. I beg you... " she implored. You could hear the desire of being his fuck doll trembling on her voice.

"What did you say, slut? Repeat that," he demanded, smirking. He just loves the way his baby whore begs.

"I've been waiting all day for you, Master, please, use me… " she repeated, then took his right hand and started to caress it with the tip of her nose, leaving small kisses on each knuckle.

"So, you want me to use you? Do you need to feel my cock tearing your holes, stupid cunt? Is that what you want?" He asked while taking his hard and throbbing cock out from his clothes with his left hand. "Say it."

"Yes, master, I need you..." she replied, mesmerized by his manhood.

"What do you need, slut? Say it."

"Your cock, Master..." She barely whispered and she realized her cunt was throbbing, too. She was too horny to look at her master’s eyes. She could only stare at his mahood, drooling a bit, longing to have it on her slutty mouth.

"Look at me, bitch." He took her face by the chin, forcing her to look up. "And say it out loud." His eyes stared right into her.

"i... need your cock, Sir...tearing each one of my holes." She realized she was totally under his control and she got hornier than ever. He smiled and slapped her again.

The game has begun.