“MORAG!” Master C shouts my name from the other room. My full name; not a nickname or an affectionate diminutive or term of endearment, my… full… name…! Clearly, I’m in trouble of some sort, but for once I’m at a total loss as to why.
“MORAG!” He roars again, “GET THAT SLUTTY ARSE OF YOURS THROUGH HERE NOW!”
I walk through to the front room attempting a casual air that I don’t feel. “How do you explain this?” Master C demands, pointing at the laptop screen. Glancing at it, I see my blog on display.
Have I gone too far? have I finally said something He is unhappy with?
I give Him a sheepishly contrite look.
“Don’t come all innocent with me Missy! These comments, how do you explain them?”
I allow myself a little sight of relief. I can’t, after all, be responsible for what my readers write.
“You, you filthy little slut, you’ve been causing inappropriate responses. You’ve been making guys hard. You’ve been making girls wet. You’re a naughty, naughty little slut aren’t you?”
I attempt to sound suitably contrite, “Yes, Sir.”
“What was that?” His hand moves suggestively to His belt buckle.
“Yes, Sir!” I reply a little louder, feeling myself getting wetter.
“I’m a naughty, filthy little slut, Sir.”
Master C unbuckled His belt and began to pull it loose. My cunt contracts.
“I need to be punished, Sir.”
“What was that?”
“I deserve to be punished, Sir, will you please punish me, Sir?”
“Good slut! You know what to do.”
I wriggle out of my jeans, let my knickers slip to the floor. Master C swings His belt I walk to the desk, bend over and brace myself.
“Naughty slut!” He shouts as His belt swings down, cutting into my arse cheeks, making me cry out.
“Filthy slut!” and His belt lashes out again, bringing tears to my eyes.
“Prick-teasing slut!” I feel the leather for a third time. My face feels as hot and red as my arse as I choke back sobs.
“Immoral slut!” Tears roll down my cheeks making them almost as wet as my cunt.
“Mischievous slut!” Despite the pain, my cunt throbs, longing to feel him inside me.
“My slut,” Master C says softly as the belt takes me again. My heart melts at the warmth in His voice.
His hands grip my arse cheeks. I can barely feel them through the stinging pain. His lovely cock enters me and my cries turn to cries of pleasure.
Master C fucks me hard and deep. His cock pounds my cunt. His fingers dig into my raw arse cheeks as He takes me.
He pulls out, I hear him grunt, then I feel his cum splash over my buttocks. “Rub it in, it’ll help soothe some of the pain,” He says.
I do as I’m told, rubbing His rich, thick load into my skin until it dries into me.
“Turn around and clean my cock,” Master C demands. Again I do as I am bid, licking His cock and sucking the last drops of cum from its tip, savouring His manly flavour mixed with my own juices.
Kneeling before Him, I look up to meet His gaze. “Good girl,” Master C says and my heart melts again. ” You can make yourself come now. You’ve been a good little slut and you deserve it.”
Kneeling on the floor, I put my hand between my legs and begin to rub my clit. Master C encourages me with words like: “Good slut!” and “Come for me slut!”
In next to no time, I do just that. I scream as my climax rips through me.
Master C watches me, smiling, and I know that I have pleased Him. After all, he is my Master, and I have promised to obey Him and submit to His will.