Submission

He had not heard her as he slowly leant back on his hands, gasping whilst running his member over her intimacy, stroking it with his fast limpening manhood. Scooping up the sludge that he had sopped all over her tender young body, he smeared the goo onto her lips, "Suck it off like a good little girl, and then run to the kitchen to prepare your Master some dinner" he ordered in a low tone which exhumed satisfaction, but was nonetheless as aloof as it always had been between Master and slave. She had read his mind. Settling back against the pillows of the bed, he watched her young body appreciatively, licking his lips



She licked off his essence quickly, and pulled herself up from the bed to scurry off to the bathroom. Within there, she scooped up a little bit of his essence herself, tasting it on her lips gently, , licking it off her fingertip. how she longed for him to make love to her..

She sighed softly, cleaning herself up before pulling on a robe quickly, and beginnging to prepare him dinner, though she was unsure of what to make. Finally she decided on lamb, which he loved, and potatoes and other vegables, hoping this would appease his mood.



The Master watched the girl disappear from the room, pulling on his jeans and boxers and buckling himself up, but leaving his torso bared. Flicking on the tv set, he relaxed turning to some nature documentary on the greater wildlife of the savanah in Africa. It was good to have a slave who would do his every bidding, especially in the exhausting aftermath of their escapades



She had been preparing his meal for a lengthy time, making sure everything was perfect, as well as primping herself for him to see her. Long brown hair was combed and smooth, as well as a touch of make up for his viewing pleasure.

"Your... meal is ready master.." She said softly, as she kocked on his door, waiting for his command to enter.



The Master hardly acknowledged her presence, giving a light grunt which indidacted that she could enter. He remained lounging on the sofabed, his masculine body spread out for the little slave to see, as uncaring as he was alluring in the manner he disregarded her, eyes beset upon the television screen.



she merely bowed her head, and entered his room, setting the tray down for him and not raising her eyes for even a moment. "I - i made lamb and vegtables for you master..." She muttered, nudiging it toward him and stepping back so he could do as he pleased.



Glancing towards the acquiesent slave, hovering at the edge of the mattress, his eyes travelled down to the food that she had cooked with such love and obedience for him. Sniffing characteristically, he leant down, spearing a piece of meat with his fingertips and bringing it up to his lips. Juices trickled down his chin as he took a bite into the tender roast. Then, still watching her, he snorted in disgust. Whether it was feigned or not it was hard to tell, but in a moment, her lovely meal was all over the floor where her Master had tipped it with his foot. "Is that all you can do?" he snarled throwing the lamb at her nastily.



She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back tears. She had did her best, and it was not good enough for him, all her toils of affection lay spread over the floor, making her whimper slightly to herself.

"Of course... master.. what can i prepare for you that would be of quality for you?" She asked softly, while beginning to pick up the meal from the floor, glad she hadnt made gravy at that point.



"Before you get me some real food, come here" he ordered curtly, waiting like a king on that couch, around which she orbited, at his bidding, at his will and whim. There was a dark flutter in those eyes of his, that nasty streak had certainly not dulled from earlier on. Indeed, his release seemed to have increased the desire he had to abuse her, and make her remember just who she had to serve



She paused for a moment, but it was not as if she could refuse his orders. "Yes.. yes master." She said softly, walking foreward over the mess on the floor, and then to the bed, shakily kneeling on the bed before him, her head low. "what.. is it you ask?" She mumbled, he could easily see her shivering.



He regarded her for a few seconds with that piercing, brutal gaze, licking his lips as he contemplated the possibilities of what he could do with her. "I want you...to get on your knees, and eat up the crap you just tried to serve me" he purred in a low tone, intending to humiliate her completely and utterly. "If you miss one little piece..." he trailed off, leaving the ending open to interpretation, so that she could imagine the worst possibilities for his threats.



she nodded softly, plopping down from her place on the bed, and looking to tbe mess on the floor. she had managed to move most of it to the bowl, but still, peas, carrots and potato littered the floor. She bent down, pulling back her long locks and began scooping up the small peices into her mouth, chewing slowly, and stealing a glance up to him as she did so.



He watched her bending to his will, a smug smile on his haughty features as he observed her, flicking peas at her every so often in a bored, half-hearted manner, half his attention watching the savage beauty of a leopard hunting down one of the majestic Onyx of the planes. "Scooping up a piece of meat, he tore the flesh from the bone, ripping it into little, consumable pieces, then clucked to his slave as if she were an animal. "Here...here little slave...come and eat from your Master's hand"



She looked up to him once she managed to lick all the veggies up from the floor, and licking her lips of thier juices. she had not prepared anything for herself, so it was a welcome warmth to her empty stomach.

When he called to her, she had notcied his hand out to her, holding within it small peices of the lamb she prepared just for him. She didnt like lamb, but thought it best to listen. Slowly, she bent her head down, picking up the small peices and chewing them individually for his viewing pleasure.



"Come on then...take it all...take it all into your tight little mouth" he sneered with a grin, deliberately making his words sexual as he pressed his hand against her face as she tried to chew, whamming her mouth full of lamp, and pushing it in horrendously until it was overflowing. And still he shoved, smearing the meat over her cheeks and chin until bits began to plop off onto the floor, the lower half of her face a mess as she struggled to comply to his display of renewed brutality



Her eyes watched the brutality in his with such sadness that it was surely evident, and with that he only shoved harder, smearing it into her face and messing up the floor even more, which she knew she would have to clean up. trying to swallow most of it, she acidentallybswallowed more than she could handle, coughing up against his hand, spewing forth the meat that was within her mouth.



That pitiful expression on her face, that begged for compassion only served to intrigue his sadistic nature all the more. "No? Don't like it? No...me neither...next time you make me something that's actually edible...even for a slave of lowly standards as you" He snarled, tilting his chin up, glaring at her down the bridge of his nose, whilst forcing the bits back into her mouth, "Down...down with it" he kept that game up, knowing how hard it was for her to chew with her mouth so full, and even when she did manage to get some of the food down her windpipe, he deliberately pushed his fingers in to make it even harder for her



he was in a terrible mood at this point, and she could do nothing but withstand it, choking on the meat he forced down her throat, eyes watering desperately.

"Please... master.." She begged, her throat already raw from eariler that day. She culdnt take anymore, she was sure of it, and wrenched from his graps, spitting up the entrails of his meal and trying to gain her breath



His soft chuckling resounded in her ears as he watched her, wiping her face of the slivers of meat that were clinging to her pale skin, the slop that he had forced into her mouth all over the floor in front of her. "Clean it up little bitch" he snapped shortly, but did not make a further move to punish her. It was as if he wanted to, but was currently too lazy to get up and deal out the blows, much to her luck. Instead, he leant back, enjoying the sight of seeing her in so much pain



she was thankful that he merely left her be at that moment, and she cleaned up quickly, swabbing the floor and comming back with other cleaning materials.

Though, time passed enough for her barevery to spike a little. "Ma-master...?" she chimed in, looking up to him slightly. "Please.. tell me what you would like to eat, so i can serve it to you... anything you like." She mumbled softly to him, really just wanting to please him on a day when she had done so badly.



The Master glanced over at her again, obviously bored with the program on television. Standing up gracefully, he reached for a white tshirt, pulling it over his toned upper body and making his way towards her. "We shall go out, and buy the food that is required for you to cook." he told her evenly in passing. Approaching the cupboard, he reached up onto the high shelf and took down a contraption, fiddling with it as he commanded "Get dressed appropriately little slave...remember...you are my slave, and the world must know you are my underling" he reminded her on outings



she nodded softly, walking into the room he had used for her, though it was little more than a futon and some drawers for her clothing. she had some nice things, for when he required her to go out with him, but to be his underling, she merely pulled on a pair of old jeans, and a pale blue tank top, pulling her hair back with a small clip so she did not seem to be hiding from him with her hair. stepping out to the kitchen, she held her hands infront of her, hoping she was dressed appropriately.



She had obviously not understood what he had meant when the world needed to know that she was his property. "Dress properly" he snapped, pointing to the array of costumes in her wardrobe, "You are my slave, you will dress like my slave" he snarled, waiting for her again, whilst pulling on a dark top with a polo neck collar to accompany it.



she looked to the costumes, and shook her head swiftly. this was to be her punishment? He could not be serious!

"Please, master, dont do that, it would be humiliating for you to walk next to someone dressed like... that.." She urged him, walking closer and looking at him beggingly.



Scowling at her he reasserted the situation, and shrugged. "Very well then, but you will not get out of wearing this..." he gripped her by the wrist and yanked her over the kitchen table. Roughly, he unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down along with her panties, and without waiting, rudely applied a thick pole-like appendage which felt like plastic to her intimacy. Holding her face down to the table so she wouldnt struggle, he penetrated her intimacy with it, grinding it round and round until it filled up as much as it could go.



She wndered what he was up to, but with the sudden feeling of him being tossed over the table and something rough shoved deeply inside her, rubbing her sore insides. "M-master!" She called out to him, biting her bottom lip. "it, it hurts..." she begged him, not sure if she could walk with such a thing inside her



Licking his fingertips of her scent which he loved, he pulled her panties up and buttoned up her jeans, letting her pick herself up from the table. He waved a remote in front of her tantalizingly, turning a small round dial on it. Instantly a soft whirring could be made out, and from inside her, the vibrator he had wedged into her tightness began to jump and wobble in the manner that was so appealing to women. "One step out of line...and i shall turn this on you..." he grinned



She wimpered a bit, but nodded, trying her best to walk without falling on her face and puling the thing from inside her. "Yes.. yes master." she said softly, managing to walk closer to him. "please.. turn it off for now, i promise to be good.." she begged glently, looking up to him and biting her bottom lip. even at this low intensity, she thought it would drive her insane.



He could spot the flush in her cheeks, and with a snicker,he turned the apparatus higher, causing the vibrations to pulsate like an electric drill inside her. Once he stepped outside the front door however, he waved her towards him. "Come outdoors, and ill turn it off" he promised with an all too improbable flash shadowing across his devious eyes. But for once he kept his word, dimming the machine to its full negative point, so that it was off. In that manner, he began to walk side by side with her towards the local market place



she was about to cum, she was sure of it, just as he reached outside the door. her insides ached like someone brought sand paper against them, but managed to get out, and for the vibrations to stop. "thank.. thank you so much master." she said with a sigh, and clinging to his arm for support. though she let go abruptly, not wanting to cause him any reason to turn the devlish thing within her on.



The Master marched along the street as if he owned it, head held high, a spring to his step now that the sun was out and beaming its rays over the city. They reached the local market, the wares strewn over the different stalls in a very french milieuseque manner. Plucking one of the shopping baskets, he handed it to his slave, who's duty it was to carry everything, no matter how heavy. "First...go and ask the butcher for some meat. Anything but lamb, we had that just now" he sneered nastily



she walked with far less bounche in her step, more of a scuttle, trying to make the presence of the object reamed within her far less noticable.

Finally, they stepped within the building, she took hold of the basket he gave her, which was massive, but she carried it as best she could. "meat...?" she repeated after him, approaching the butcher, who seems like a kind man, with a big pot belly. She smiled, asking for the fine cuts of meat in his case, pointing them out for him to package.



"Certainly Ms." the portly fellow answered courteously, plucking out the slabs of meat with a practiced hand, slapping them onto separate sheets. It was at that moment, that her Master, who was standing away from the Butcher's stall, tweaked the dial on to the number 1 and then progressively to the number 2 out of the ten digits marked on the machine. The buzzing vibration was drowned out by the commotion of the supermarket, but certainly...she was able to feel it



She gasped suddenly then, leaning her hand against his polished glass, trying to keep herself upright.

"you alright miss?" the man asked as he handed her the slabs of meat, she nodded swiftly, taking them into her basket and thanking him. "Im, fine, thank you." she whispered, turning pleading eyes to her master, begging him to stop.



the flush of her cheeks was visible even from this distance, standing like a hawk from his vantage point and observing her every moement. In response to her imploring, he nodded his head towards the vegetable stand, where a kindly woman was dishing out and weighing various roots and greens. The dial remained constantly on two, the vibrations relatively low at the moment. But since she had only an hour ago, been used for her Master's pleasure, the rawness inside complimented the friction horrendously



she bit her bottom lip, but followed his instructions, trying her best to ignore the friction the bar caused within her. She managed to make her way to the lady with the vegtables. Pointing some out, she lady weighed the appropriate ammounts out for her, and passed her them bagged. she thanked her with a squeak, turning back to him, praying this was enough for him.

The bags were beginning to weigh heavily upon her little arms, and combined with the violent shuddering inside her, making her body turn to jelly, it wouldnt be long before she might have to suffer total humiliation. He pointed her in the direction of the dairy section, and as she approached the man who was serving cheese, he turned the volume up...to half way, watching her with relish and sadistic delight



she couldnt believe that he had turned it up so high, she wimpered, suddenly, and was unable to make it to the dairy counter to pick the milk from the coolers. She slumped down, her hands squeaking on the cool glass. "No!" She called out, a man rushing over to help her up. She lay limp in the older mans arms, simply moaning out, those around thought in pain.



The pressure kept up at that pace for longer than would have been expected. "Someone get a doctor" the man called out, causing people to turn their head's and watch the girl in the throes of some mysterious pain. Then suddenly, the vibrations stopped, and her body unshackled from the weakening indemption of her sexual longings, awakened against her own will by the alien appendage inside her. Her Master did not make a move to come and collect her, pocketing the contraption, and waiting patiently for her to come to him of her own accord




To her great relief, the terrible vibrations within her stopped, and so suddenly, so did her screams. the older man who had been holding her up from the floor looked down at her with worry on his face, much like the people around her. "Are you alright?" He asked, to which the slave nodded, tryingto pull herself up. "Oh, no, dont you move, your going to a doctor." He said assertively. This was not what she wanted. "No, no really, im fine." She said with a weak smile, seating herself on the floor upright. "Imm... uhh... epileptic! Yes, i have very painful seiszures, im sorry to have frightened you all, but im fine now." She gave a cheerful smile again, and weakly rose to her feet, making her way in small steps to her master.



Her Master waited until she had reached him, and out of kindness, for she had been terribly humiliated in those instants on the supermarket floor, he took the bags from her, strolling beside her at an easy pace until they reached the main hallway of the mall. "I think we should purchase you some new clothes little one" he purred with a sly grin, shooting a glance at the poor girl out of the corner of his eye, a smirk rising at the prospect of prolonging the girl's current suffering



She wimpered up to him, shaking her head softly while she tried to rearrange herself to make her appearance more presentable. she ran her fingers through her hair, looking at the ground and trying to hold back tears, surely he would not be so cruel as to do something like that again? She couldnt pretend forever....



With a hand in his pocket, her Master marched along the bustling corridors, heading straight for one of the more lavish clothes shops which sold animation cosplay outfits, as well as the latest fashions imported from the Far East. Upon entering the store, his finger clocked the dial to the number 1, leaving it at a relatively low frequency, just enough to remind her of its presence inside her. "What picks your fancy little one" he asked her in an offhand voice, running his eyes over the costumes displayed in front of them, hanging from their metal hangars



She looked around the store, glancing at the different costumes and vibrant colors, she herself however was truly in no state of mind to be picking from these tellingly erotic costumes. "What-whatever pleases my master i shall wear." She said soflty, running a hand over the rack of costumes from InuYasha, but glancing away to the soft lavander kimono on the wall, which would have only come to her thigh. she glanced back down to the floor quickly however, not wanting to seem out of line.



"Pick a costume...little girl..." The Master's eyes flickered from her expression to her line of vision, picking out the Japanese garment hanging from the end wall. He did not retrieve it for her, simply approaching the girl, and pressing himself against her back suggestively. There aisle was empty and it was impossible to see what was happening between the two as he leant over her shoulder and whispered huskily, "pick one out...or this goes up higher..." he flicked the dial up a notch, breathing in deeply, and smelling her hair, his own scent wafting around her



She was so encased in his wonderous aura that it took her a moment to realize his threat, and then feeling the shock of another shot on the dial. "Unn... hmm..." she muttered, trying to make it sound as if she were merely choosing, and not shuddering in pleasure as he held her. She lifted one shaky arm, pointing to not the kimono, but to a short, poofy, corseted dress in a crimson red color. She never did pick anything she really loved, it would hurt to much when he heaped his lust and violence upon it.



Leaving her standing awkwardly without his large frame to support herself upon, her Master made his way towards her chosen item, plucking down the size suitable for her sleight form before walking the rest of the length and towards the corner of the store marked "Changing Rooms" Sliding one of the curtains aside, those cruel eyes burnt back to her, issuing a silent order for her to try the item on. With that, he stepped into the cubicle, and slithered the rings across the front, waiting for his Slave to come. When she did not hasten her step, the vibrator inside gave a violent shudder...it had been turned up another notch



Turned up to three, she didnt think she could take it, and did a jog to the cubicle, pulling the curtian back and then shutting it behind her, looking up to her master beggingly. "Please, please, no more..." The slave pleaded, her hands resting gently on his chest, as there was little room within the changing stall for the both of them. "Its.. its too high, i cant..." But it was too late, she cried out, as silently as she could but her orgasm still hit her like a rock, having been teased for so long. "Ma-master!" She begged him, her grip on his shirt tightening as she used him for balance in her moment of release.



That soft, almost mocking chuckling resounded above her as he pressed her against the wall of the cubicle, feeling her nails digging into his chest as the object jolted and shuddered inside her tight intimacy. "Good girl...there's a good girl..." his masculine tone soughed down upon her, unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them down unceremoniously. Instantly, he cupped his hand between her legs, to discover her juices trickling down the interior smoothness of her thighs. And still the vibrations did not cease. Caressing her through her panties, he pushed the vibrator up further, running his tongue over her neck slimily, reaching into his pocket, he turned the dial again...up to 7. As soon as he had done so, he clamped a hand over her mouth roughly, watching her with despicable relish



Her body still tingled after her orgasm, and with him pulling down her jeans, she expected that he would be kind and remove it from within her. But no, she was always mistaken with her master. "Ma-" But her voice was stalled, as he clamped his hand over her mouth, and the sudden vibrations within her seemed to quadruple in intensity. She shook her head, trying to pry it from inside her, but no, he had her pinned exactly. So she did the only thing she could do... scream, and cum, and scream and cum again, it was making her crazy that she was almost brought to tears. She begged against his hand pounding her fists on him and the cubicle, screaming out against his hand



The lubrication that was snaking down her thighs was now almost as copious as the amounts of his own seed when he chose to spray his slave with them, and the situation they were in aroused him tremendously. Her tiny fists hammered against his chest, weakly as with each orgasm, her energy was being sapped from her body. Finally, after retaining his hand between her legs to receive the full extent of her running juices, he finally slipped her panties to one side, and with heavenly release for the girl, pulled out the jumping machine, glistening with her lust, letting her fall to the floor in front of him.



It was the most wonderful feeling to have that object out from within her, she was so raw now she thought she might be bleeding profusely, but no, her insides still held thier elastic stength and size, something which she thought to be a miracle with the torture he heaped on her. "Thank.. thank you master..." She whispered softly, kneeling before him for a moment longer to catch herself, before pulling herself up to her feet shakily, leaning back on the wall for support.



Devious eyes ran down her little body, lustful and wolfish, as if he were contemplating abusing her all the more in the enclosed space. Lifting the long mass of the appendage that had ruled her mind for the better part of their outing, he pressed the shaft against her panting lips. "Clean it off like a good little girl" he whispered to her, his hand, soaked in her need cupping between her thighs again, caressing her in an extremely tender manner, which teased the raw skin of her pinkness, fondling his fingers over her clitoris in a supremely slow motion



She sobbed slightly, but did as he asked, lifting her mouth to the object before her and licking her own essence from it. she closed her eyes softly, imagining that it was her masters wonderful flavor, but it didnt feel the same in her mouth, nor taste the same in any way... she sighed softly when she was done, pulling her mouth from the shaft and looking up to him hopingly.



The sight of that innocent face, stretched into the cruelties of the appendage he had forced upon her had caused a sizeable erection to push against the seat of his pants. Licking his lips erotically, the man stooped down to pluck up the discarded skirt that his slave had chosen from the garments in the stall, helping the girl pull it up over her lovely little legs. But before she had a chance to admire herself in the mirror, forceful hands had compelled her onto her knees in front of him...and that all too familiar scenario of his unbuckling his belt right before her face was being reinacted



The slave was suprised that he had helped her at all with the dress, which pulled her waist small with the corset, and pushed her breasts high and full against the fabrics. she smiled softly to him, but before she knew it she was on her knees before him. she sighed softly to herself, but indeed, he had read her mind... surely he would let her drink his fluids in a public enviroment... maybe even pleasure him? She rose her soft hands up to his shaft, pulling the hardness out from its confines and stroking it gently, her eyes always looking up to him, hopefully.



The space inside the changing room was so confined, her Master had to spread his legs onto either side of her form to avoid treading upon her. Placing his hands on the wall for support, he stared directly down upon her innocent face, his mass cupped within the charming delicacy of her small hands. "Suck my cock little slave" his words soughed down upon her, not loud enough for anyone else in the neighbouring cubicles to hear, had there been anyone there. Those familiar eyes glowered down upon her body, running over the ride of her breasts which pushed up against the corset deliciously



She smiled sweetly, and did exaclty as he asked, her lips spreading for him and inserting the length of his member into the hot, wet confines of her mouth. She did so gently, teasingly, loving to give him pleasure, and always trying her hardest to do a good job. She sucked at him with gentle moans leaving her throat, which vibrated against him, her hand snaking its way down his length, rubbing the tender spot at the base.



His breathing rate increased, lips parting as he gazed down upon her sumptious little mouth, her plush lips spreading saliva over the length of his manhood. "Good girl...good girl..." he purred huskily, his long hair dangling around his face, shadowed darkly from its downward cast. He had abused her tremendously already that day, and this gentle blowjob he was receiving in a public space was ideal to represent a treat for his slave in some manner or form. A moment where she was not being fully used as an object. That thought caused a light smile to slink across his features



She loved it when he allowed her to do such things, and indeed, she was putting her heart into it. her cheeks were gently caved as she slid the warmth of her mouth over him, her hands teasing every sensitive spot on his length and about. Slowly, her hand cupped about his orbs, holding them in her hand and massging gently, while her other hand rubbed against the crease of his leg and thigh, knowing how he seemed to enjoy that so much.



"That's an obedient pet...you like that don't you...like to have your Master's stiffness to play with" he chided as if to a child, but in an extremely sexual manner. Her actions caused low purrs to rumble out of his gizzard, his lower lip crushing between his teeth. At that point, the curtain of the cubicle behind her swished open, and an elderly woman hobbled in, leaning on her walking stick whilst humming a Frank Sinatra tune from the forties. "Keep going" came her Master's order in a low hiss, not wanting her to pause to ponder the effects of being caught



Before she could even fathom why a little old lady was in a cosplay store, she was back to work on her master, her hands removing from thier spots, to wrap about his length, pumping in opposite directions while her mouth teased and tourmented his tip. She wanted to hear him in pleasure, wanted to hear him love what she did to him... The slave did not stop, even for a moment, old lady or not, she would please her master.



The slick sound of her hands flopping together each time she jerked the throbbing male organ in her hands was terribly arousing, as were the shots of agonizing pleasure which ploughed through his entire system with each flicker of her tongue. "Yes...yes little girl..." he husked in a louder tone, his eyes riveted to the beautiful image beneath him. Next door, the old lady stopped humming with a comical "Hmm?" as if she had heard something, pottering around, in her flat soled shoes



The slave had to keep herself from laughing, hearing the little old lady in the other stall as she serviced her master so lovingly. But instead of quieting down, she only sped up, sucking and licking away at his smooth tip, and pumping his hard length as best she could. "master..." She whispered against his tip, looking up to him with her mouth open and tongue out, waiting.



He could no longer resist the gentle ministrations she was offering him, and reaching down with one large hand, he cupped the dome of her skull, pulling her naive little face forwards and splicing his rigid pole into the depths of her mouth. Those powerful hips issued a few light pumps in counteraction to the direction of his hand, bobbing her head domineeringly on his member. But the action was hardly as brutal as it had been earlier on. The movement was far gentler, yet retaining the passion that was exhuming through the hot air gasping out of his mouth. Pulling out, he ordered her "REsume what you were doing" still cupping the back of her head. The old lady, by this time had gone silent



She pouted slightly against his length, but oh no, if there was a way to make a fool out of his little slave, he would surely do it. So, with his words, she continued, that gentle though fast pumping, accompanied by the swift ministrations of her tongue. Though her eyes wandered for a moment and seeing there, in a break between the stalls, and eye was watching them. She gasped, looking up to her master and pulling him out of her mouth. "Master!" she piped up, pointing to the eye watching them.



The Master was in no mood to be interrupted by anybody, whether it was the manager of the establishment, or simply the old lady who was voyeuristically peeking through the gap. Leaning back, he shielded the gap with his body, so that only the colour of his tunic was visible through the breach. That strong hand had not let go of her hair, and tugged her forwards, so that she slid on her knees towards his form again. 'You don't stop until i tell you to' his expression seemed to be issuing silently to her, snorting as he reinserted his length into her mouth, forcing it into her cheek. Once again, she had disobeyed him, and the roughness took over from allowing her to do as she wished



She cursed that old lady for giving her a fright, for when his back pressed against the gap, she old lady gasped, picked up her things as was out of the store faster than the slave thought an old lady could move. But her fun ended, and once again, he was in charge. she tried to convince him with her touch to let her continue what she was doing, by holding his length in her hands and pulling it from her cheek, lavishing more attention upon his tip than before.



"Eager little bitch aren't you...can't wait to drink that load?" he snarled down upon her, wrenching his member from between her fingertips and smacking her cheek with the underside of it, the obscene, embarassing sound clicking throughout the room. Thankfully for her however, her Master seemed to be in the mood for seeing her tongue wiggle around, and he dragged her hands forcefully up to the pulsating rod once again, ducking her face underneath it so that she could lavish attention upon the orbs resting underneath



She was going to shake her head in dismissal of his words, but she held back, seeing him grasp her hands about his length, and burrying her face into his spheres beneath. His slave was happy to lavish any attention on him, and rubbed her cheeks, lips and tongue all about them, nipping the flesh tenderly, and licking ferently. Her hands however were not dormant, moving along his length as she continued her attentions.



"Faster...faster..." gasped her Master above her, bending his back as he leant over her, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from the heavenly spectacle they were offered. By the tone of his voice her rapidly jerking hands had forced his orgasm to build up and tumble over the precipice of ecstasy. "Yes...yes little slave...faster" he groaned, screwing his eyes up tightly, the fat pole between her fingers twitching and jolting as it prepared to release



She sped up as he asked, but also pulled herself up higher, nestling his length back in her mouth, licking its underside with her tongue as he awaited his load pleadingly, her hands never stoping thier sped jolting over him, those eyes raised up to him, pleading for his load.



Gasping, and shuddering with the volcanic eruption inside his loins, the tip of her Master's penis jerked violently as it shot the first stream straight against the underside of her front teeth, spewing out over her upper lip. But the majority dripped back down onto her tongue from the roof of her mouth. The subsequent jets, containing far less pressure than the initial one, ejected into the heat of her waiting mouth, until the dregs drooled out over her pink tongue so delightfully. "Yes..good little slave...good girl" he whispered, releasing his fingers slowly in her hair where they had tightened upon orgasm



Her body shuddered with his orgasmn, loving the feeling of his heat in her mouth, she licked up every bit of it from his member and her lips, swallowing it down with a vigor only his slave could have. "Mmm.." she whispered softly, her lips parting then in a small smile. She wanted to tell him that she loved him.. but she bit her bottom lip, holding back the words, merely looking up to him with it written in her eyes.



The Master leant against the wall with greater effort, still recuperating his breath as he slowly withdrew his limpening appendage from her mouth and tucked it away into the seat of his pants. He said nothing, although he was fully aware of the adoring expression in her eyes. "Good little girl..." he purred again, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. Leaning down, he placed a minute, fleeting peck upon her lips, before standing upright again. "Lets pay for this outfit, then perhaps we should go home" he told her gruffly, plucking the grocery bags from the floor. "Unless the little girl wants to see a movie?" he queried