MasterMine

The wave of pleasure passes. I'm left with that warm feeling of contentment... except for one thing.

My slave disobeyed. She came without first asking permission. I cannot allow this.



I smile at you. Your face looks like that of a deer in headlights, I know you're worried about what I'm going to do to you for cumming without my permission. I take a moment to drink in that look of fear, I love having that kind of control over someone.



I reach up and pull you down to me, my cock going soft and slowly sliding out of you. I hold you there, simply enjoying the warmth of your body.



"You've been bad," I say, "bad girls should be punished."



I can feel you tightening up, shrinking away and burying your face in my chest as if it's going to protect you.



"I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't help myself."



I put my fingers under your chin and pull your face up to look at me. "No need to worry about it now. What's done is done. Now, I think it's time for a shower and then breakfast. What do you say?"



A look of relief crosses your face, followed by a girlish nod. We get up and proceed to the shower. As per usual, we wash one another, enjoying the warmth of the water and the feeling of each other's slippery skin. After the shower we go to the kitchen, I take my place at the table and watch you cook. You wear naught but an apron. You look so cute. A brief flash of guilt passes through my brain. You're almost as young as my little sister, I should be more bothered by that.



As I'm sitting there, I get an idea. Thankfully you have your back to me while you cook or you would see that crooked smile and drawing back of my ears that are sure markers for mischievous and evil thoughts. I get up from my seat and go back to the bedroom. I go through our toy chest and pull out my favorite toy, the vibrator with the wireless remote. I grab that and a bottle of lube. I put the remote in one pocket and the vibrator and lube in the other and go back to my seat. You bring out our food and we eat, looking at each other every so often, thinking of the fun we've had in the past few days that I've been at your house and smiling. After we finish our breakfast, you pick up our plates and go back to the kitchen to wash them. I remain in my seat for a moment longer to savor your cute little backside as it moves away from me.



While you're washing dishes, I sidle up behind you quietly and put my hands around your waist, resting my chin on your shoulder. Your naked back feels nice against me. My right hand moves farther down, finding the place between your legs.



"You know... I still have to punish you for being bad this morning," I whisper into your ear.



"Yes, master," you stutter out as you try to stay focused on washing the dishes while my hand plays with your clit, making you wet.



I draw your hips into mine and grind my clothed crotch into your buttocks. "When you're done the dishes, go back into your room and put on some panties. No thongs. Maybe that little pink number of yours," I say, taking my hand away from your crotch.



You nod in acknowledgment, and continue washing, with just a hint of a noticeably faster pace. I take a seat on your couch and turn on the TV, acting as nonchalant as I can, hiding the anticipation and devious thoughts running through my mind.



You come back into the living room, naked except for your panties. I have you take a seat on the floor by my leg and let you use my thigh as a pillow. Such a good pet. I tap you on the head, signaling that I want to stand up. You move accordingly and allow me up.



"On your hands and knees," I order, "it's time for your punishment."



With a look of trepidation, you comply, wondering what it is I have in mind. I pull your panties down around your knees, and reach my hand between your legs and start playing with your clit. It doesn't take long for you to get wet enough for me to slide a couple fingers in you. I can tell you're enjoying this.



"You do it now," I say, "let me watch you pleasure yourself."



Eagerly you comply and I watch your fingers start working your clit in ways that I could only hope to master. Your eyes close in pleasure, picturing things I can only guess at. While they're closed I pull the lubricant and the vibrator from my pocket. I lube up the vibrator as best as I can and hold it in reserve. My hand, now covered in lube moves towards your backside. I slip one finger into your tight little asshole. I can feel it clenching around me. I take a moment and enjoy that feeling, reliving what it's like having that wonderful pressure around my cock. I slip in another finger, stretching you out a little. I know how much you love being penetrated from both sides. I fuck your ass with my fingers for a little, allowing you to enjoy yourself. Then, I pull them out, drawing a moan of disappointment from you. I bring the vibrator up to your asshole and work it in. Its girth is much greater than that of my fingers, it stretches you and you gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure. I push it in until it disappears and your sphincter closes shut over it. I hit the on switch. It starts vibrating in your ass, drawing a yelp followed by a moan of pleasure and surprise from you. I watch as you enjoy the sensation. I see you start to bite you lip.



"Stop," I turn off the vibrator in time, "now your punishment begins."



You look at me, wondering what your punishment will be, and secretly hating me for putting an end to your fun. I pull up your panties and leave the vibrator in place, trusting the panties to help keep it in.



"Now your punishment begins. Since you felt that it would be okay to cum without your master's permission, I'm going to teach you a lesson. You will keep that vibrator in you all day, even when we go out. I will of course be in control of the remote. Your punishment is that no matter what happens you are not allowed to cum at ALL, nor are you allowed to touch yourself in any way. Do you understand?"



A look of fear crosses your face and you look at me oh-so-sorrowfully it almost breaks my heart, or it would if I didn't revel in torturing you like this, "Yes, master," you reply in a tone that betrays your fear of what is to come today...



(to be continued)