His voice sent shivers through her spine that ended right in her twitching cunt. The juices were already running down her thighs and she rubbed them together carefully. Her arms were secured firmly to the headboard and her legs were free...for now.
"Of course, Master," she said with a soft smile and a gentle blush.
Her Master smiled gently back at her and he looked her over. She watched quietly as he paced the room. His body was strong, secure, and built. He was a tall man, somewhat long dark hair, piercing green eyes. He was dressed in a light blue button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows and a pair of black slacks. He looked absolutely delectable.
"Please, slave...tell me about your day."
"I did as you asked, Master. I took my punishment and remembered what it was I did wrong," she muttered, looking up at him through soft blonde hair. It was not bright, but a darker blonde and soft curls that fell nearly to her waist. Her breasts were a gentle c-cup, and her hips had a bit of meat on them. She had thicker thighs though her legs were long. A beautiful hour glass figure stretched out on his bed with a dark damp spot right under her greedy little pussy.
"Detailed, slave."
"I went to work after the spanking I received this morning for being a brat," she started, blushing slightly. Her legs were rubbing together again. "I wore the crotchless panties you instructed me to wear and had in the vibrator you gave me as you requested," she muttered, looking down.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice strong and firm but not threatening.
She turned her eyes up to him, a soft hazel meeting his piercing green. "I edged once an hour for you, fucking myself with the vibrator at my desk as people walked by. When there were people in my cube I just let it buzz away on my g-spot and denied myself the orgasm I wanted so desperately," she admitted, blushing still.
"Good girl," he muttered, smiling.
Those two words made her heart soar. She loved any sort of recognition by her Master. She beamed up at him and continued to press her thighs together.
"Enough of that," he demanded, her legs stopping the movement. "Part them."
She did as she was told, exposing more of the damp spot between her legs. He tied both legs to the foot board of the bed and looked up at her shaved cunt, dripping with anticipation and giving soft twitches. He smirked and reached up to gently tease one of her hard nipples. The over-sensitivity sent a moan flying past her lips and a pulse to her cunt. He smirked and reached down, one finger dipping inside of her and slipping around with ease in the wet opening.
His fingers pulled back and he smirked. "You little slut," he muttered, causing her to smile. "Taste yourself," he demanded as he placed his finger in front of her lips.
She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked his finger clean, tongue swirling around and taking him deep into her throat, making him release a soft moan.
He pulled his finger back with a gentle pop as she released it from her mouth and he stepped back to pop his shirt off one button at a time. It hit the ground and was quickly followed by the under shirt that hugged his torso. He pulled his belt off and curled one side around his hand and then gripped the other in his palm, creating a small loop. He looked down at his beloved slave and smiled as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
THWACK.
The loop of the belt stung quickly against her sensitive clit, causing her to moan and arch her back as best she could.
"Count for me, little one."
"Yes, Master," she muttered through a gentle moan and arched her hips slightly.