A Tuesday Afternoon

He asks her if she is working yet with a gleam in His eye. she says no, however she is about to begin. He instructs her first to prepare the room. He wants to play for a bit. she spreads a towel out on the bed and get out the straps from the bedside drawer. When He enters the room she is kneeling next to His bed, eager and excited with the whip beside her.

He stands before her and she reaches up to undress Him. First she removes His shoes and socks, then His belt and pants. Finally she stands to unbutton His shirt and removes it as well. she can see His body, completely nude. He is ready. His scent excites her even more.

He instructs her to get onto the bed with Him, between His legs. she knows exactly what He wants. she’s done it thousands of times before. He wants her mouth, hot and wet, wrapped around His cock. Who is she to refuse? she’s nothing more than a slave, a toy for His pleasure.

For a few moments she worships Him. she savors His manly taste, sliding up and down until her lips are slightly swollen. When He wraps His hands into her hair to pull her off her cheeks are glistening with her tearful reward for choking around every inch of His hard cock.

He pulls her up to Him and guides her lips to His. she feels His tongue assault her mouth hungrily. Then His probing cock presses against her wetness. He commands her to get onto her knees like His little bitch.

One strap is looped around both wrists. her elbows are bent and her wrists pulled back tight behind her so that her face and breasts are pressed down against the coverlet. The second strap is looped around her waist and pulled tight enough that she whimpers slightly. His only response is to tighten it even more just before thrusting His cock inside her hot slit.

He holds onto the straps like reins pulling her on and off as he impales her with his Manhood. His thrusts come hard and fast, His balls slap against her pierced labia and clit. Soon He can feel her pulsing and quivering inside. her vaginal muscles squeeze and release, milking Him. she’s thirsty for His seed.

she begins to beg to be allowed to receive the sweet gift of His cum and to be allowed to cum as He does so. The whip ends find the flesh of her ass driving away her need for release. In a few moments she is begging again. The whipping becomes harder and faster until thrusts and whip strokes are both frenzied. she is finally granted permission to be allowed to cum just as He thrusts deep and releases his semen inside her.

For a moment or two they remain as one. They are both panting. The rooms smells of fuck and sweat. Slowly she moves forward pulling off of Him. she places her mouth where her cunt was just a moment before and sucks Him clean. The taste of her own juices mingled with His excites her again.

Once He's clean she gets up to clean herself. In the bathroom she looks into the mirror at the marks left from the whip on her ass and the strap pulled tight around her waist and wrists. They remind her of what and who she is. she is His cum slut, His cunt, His whore. she is what He makes her and what He desires her to be. she is deidre and she is His.