What would we do on this wet and warm winter day.
It’s warm enough for a dress. You’d be wearing the special panties you are only allowed to wear on days we meet. Simple cotton panties work with me. Maybe not a thong. Make me work a little to see your pretty ass.
No bra. I’d drop the dress down to your feet in the bedroom. Pinch those hard nipples that were sore for days after the last visit. I pinch them hard enough to get a sound from your lips. Your panties are soaked. It took a while, but now you trust Me fully. Pleasing Me is now second nature for you.
I put the crop between your teeth. And head for the kitchen for the large metal clamps I found at Home Depot that I’ve kept in the freezer for weeks. A perfect fit on your pink nipples. I take the crop from your teeth.
“Spread your legs, princess.”
I start tapping the leather tip against your increasing wet spot. I know you want it harder but I’m in no hurry. I slap both clamps. They are on tight. Your clit is throbbing with every beat of your heart. So beautiful. Almost any man alive would fuck you right now. God knows you are aroused enough. But not Me.
I walk around behind you. Run the crop down your spine. Down between your cheeks inside the panties. Then I pull them down over your ass.
“Ah, no more marks. Just Lily-white perfection. I bet you missed them after they faded.”
“Yes, Sir, but the memories are there.”
You give a little “Yelp” as the crop lands squarely on your cheek.
“You like a little pain, don’t you princess?”
“Only from You, Sir. I am here to serve.”
“Take your panties off and place them in My hand. Very wet. You are such a slut for Me.”
“Only for You, Sir.”
“Get on your knees. Do you want to suck My cock?”
“Yes, Sir, please may I?”
“What is sucking My cock?”
“It is a privilege, Sir.”
“Well, let Me get out My little black book and see who has been naughty or nice. Hmm, on the 23rd you were supposed to send Me a picture of your ass. You did not. Five minute penalty. That one rude email you sent was totally uncalled for. Ten minute penalty. And the last time we were together you came without permission. Five Minute penalty. So you can be on your knees for twenty minutes and think about being a better submissive. When the timer goes off, go take a shower. Don’t get your hair wet. I should be back by time you are in the shower.”
“My I take the clamps off, Sir?”
“Yes, once the timer goes off.”
You were a little shocked that I even had a black book. But too afraid not to carry out your sentence. But you didn’t dwell and used the time for meditation. Until the timer shocked you into reality once more. You wenched as you removed the clamps. A little tighter than you were used to. Then you jumped in the shower. Your soapy fingers feel so good on your shaved pussy you almost wanted to masturbate. But then you might be on your knees until the sun went down.
I could hear water running when I got back. I called your name so I wouldn’t startle you too badly. I opened the curtain.
“I’m almost done Sir.”
“Hand Me the soap, slut. Bend over and grab your ankles.”
I ran the bar up and down the crack of your ass. Then slide a soapy finger gently into your tight little hole.
“Now, rinse off and come to bed after you dry. Then maybe I’ll let you suck My cock.”