Having a Bad Few Days

‘Jesus Christ,’ I muttered under my breath, slamming the kitchen cupboard shut.

‘Everything OK, Baby?’ He came into the kitchen behind me, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms across his chest. He looked incredibly handsome in his dark grey suit trousers and navy button-down shirt and he hadn’t taken his black work shoes off yet, but despite how fucking mouthwateringly gorgeous he looked right now I still felt the daggers in my eyes as I glared at him.

‘It would just be nice if things were put back where they were supposed to be so I didn’t have to risk burning the dinner while I search the whole bloody kitchen for salt,’ I spat, hands on hips. I hadn’t started cooking yet but this was beside the point.

I maintained eye contact, chin raised defiantly. He raised an eyebrow at my tone and posture, and an alarm bell started to ring in the back of my head. Usually this would have been enough to send me straight to my knees, prostrating myself in front of him and begging forgiveness into the floor. But for some reason, my anger was so thick that it muted the alarm so that it was barely audible.

‘It’s in the same cupboard Baby, even if it’s not in the exact same place as usual it’s still accessible,’ he replied calmly. Too calmly. Another warning sign that I completely disregarded in my stressed state. I had no idea why but it just made me all the more intent on causing an argument. His refusal to bite back was infuriating.

‘Well I guess everything is just my fucking problem today isn’t it,’ I growled, turning back to the cupboard. Turning my back on him.

‘What did you say to me?’ His voice suddenly had a steely edge to it. If I had been paying attention and not in my own head, I would have known I had gone too far before what happened next. Instead I bristled and spun back on my heel, opening my mouth to retaliate. In my fury I hadn’t heard him move across the kitchen from the doorway, hadn’t been as aware of his presence behind me as I usually would have been.

I had been prepared to spit further insults, but instead I found his hand wrapping tightly around my throat, slamming me back against the kitchen counter. My hands grabbed the edge of the counter behind me to steady myself. His body pressed against mine hard and his teeth were bared against my neck under where his thumb was pressing against my pulse. Still struggling against the red mist in my mind, I began to wriggle against him, trying to free myself. He growled ferally against my skin, causing goosebumps to run up and down my arms at the noise. I became still, taking a short shallow gasp against his grip.

I heard him take a steadying breath, and this reminded me of the position I was in. All of a sudden I realised how close he had come to losing his temper with me. He had only truly lost his temper once during our relationship due to a situation at his work. Although he had not acted on his temper, he had become withdrawn, silent and glowering for days afterwards. The worst part of it was seeing my wonderful Master – who craved complete control as deeply as I was addicted to giving it up entirely – lose grip of that carefully crafted composure. I knew that even if he ever did fully lose his temper with me that he would never hurt me in anger, but I knew that at times I pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

I also knew that I would be paying for my behaviour tonight for a long, long time to come. Usually this thought thrilled me, turned me on, but in my current position, trapped between my Master’s body and the kitchen counter with his hand still fastened around my throat and my airway being heavily restricted, waiting for him to regain composure, I could only remind myself that this was my doing.

In the time it took me to process what had happened, I also realised the other reason he had reacted in this way. I was being downright bratty, and my Master had taught me to recognise this as a sign that something was wrong, that maybe something was overwhelming me to the point where I purposely provoked him. By taking action, he was immediately taking full control. So while it could have been a scary situation under other circumstances, instead I immediately felt relief coursing through me as I released control.

I felt the shaking in my Master’s body subside. He had been almost crouched over me – this wasn’t hard as his 6 foot frame usually meant that he had to lean over all of my 5 foot 4 inches to whisper orders in my ear or run his tongue up my neck while he pinned my hands above my head – but now he was starting to straighten up, and I could sense that his own control was slowly returning. His breathing had been rather sharp and laboured, but now it was becoming slow and even again. He leaned his torso away from me, eyes closed as he breathed out for a long time. The grip around my throat didn’t loosen and he kept his pelvis pressed hard against mine. His eyes opened slowly, and he looked down his nose at me. I could see a flicker of the anger still remained in his eyes, but as he ran his free hand through his floppy copper hair I realised that it wasn’t me that he was angry with. He was beating himself up for being so close to losing it.

The grip on my airway finally loosened fractionally, and I took as big of a breath as I was able to. It set my head swimming as my oxygen levels suddenly spiked. My Master, now fully in control of himself, leaned into me again, placing his hand on the counter behind me as he brought his face down next to mine.

‘Now, Kitten.’ His voice was a purr as he muttered against my ear, and I started to become aware that the feeling of relief was slowly giving way to the all too familiar feeling of arousal. ‘I don’t want any apologies right now, I just want you to be truthful. So tell me, brat,’ I heard the smirk in his voice as his teeth brushed my ear and my knees started to weaken. ‘What exactly was it that you said to me?’

‘Sir, I’m sor-‘ My breath caught in my throat as he ground his hips against mine harshly. His free hand snaked up my back and wound into my long curling brown hair, pulling it into his fist in a tight knot and tugging just enough to jerk my head back. The pressure on my throat remained unchanged and I heard him tutting softly.

‘You’re not listening, Kitten. Listen to what I’m asking you to tell me and not what you think I want to hear. As I said, I don’t want your apologies right now – there will be plenty of time for that later.’ His tongue slid up the outside of my ear and I shuddered against him, my own hips bucking slightly as I felt his cock hardening with his growing desire. He chuckled darkly, releasing my hair from his fist and putting his hand back on the counter behind me so he could lean even harder into me. His breath tickled my neck as he said, ‘What I asked you was, what exactly was it that you said to me?’

‘I-I said… I said I guess everything is just my problem today, Sir,’ I whimpered. I felt his cock twitch as I addressed him, and groaned as I felt my own sex becoming wet in response.

‘Now that’s not entirely true, is it Kitten?’ He finally released my throat, but only so that he could move his hand further up my neck so that he could flick the tip of his tongue against my pulse point and nip gently at my skin with his teeth. I whined in response, a primal response that came directly from my loins. My pussy pulsed as he sucked the tender skin between my throat and shoulder. My body was so tightly wound that even his lightest touches were making my head spin, and I began to wonder how I would respond later when my punishment began. I forced myself to concentrate when I realised that my Master had started talking again.

‘You missed out the part where you swore at me, Kitten. You missed out the part where you kept eye contact with me and you missed out the bratty body language.’ His hand moved onto my hip and he started rubbing his thumb in deep circles against my hip bone. I heard my breath catch as he started fluttering light kisses against my cheek. ‘Isn’t that right, Kitten?’

‘Yes Sir,’ I breathed, biting my lower lip to fight back the urge to beg his forgiveness. He leaned back to look at me, and I immediately dropped my eyes to look down as he lifted my chin.

‘That’s better, Baby,’ he praised me, pressing his lips to my forehead. My heart lifted slightly, but I was still apprehensive. I knew there was more coming as his hand began to skim up and down my side. ‘But that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been exceptionally bratty these last three days. Am I wrong?’

I felt myself blush. I thought it had gone un-noticed, as he hadn’t responded to my little jibes or minor breaking of our rules. But I should have known better. Of course he was aware. We were acutely aware of each other, and even the most subtle changes in the others’ moods, behaviours or routine was glaringly obvious and we both had to take responsibility for our parts in these changes. How could he not have noticed? I cautiously raised my eyes to his face, silently conveying this to him.

‘I thought as much,’ my Master smirked down at me. He took his hand away from my side – causing me to groan at the loss of contact – and he brushed along each of my eyebrows with one finger. This was a silent communication from him that I was to maintain eye contact at this time, and I obeyed immediately. This was a privilege, something I had earned over my years of service, to be allowed eye contact with my Master. Even knowing this made me inadvertently rubbed my thighs together, seeking friction. Feeling my movement, his smirk deepened, and his green eyes suddenly grew darker with lust. He thrust his knee between my legs, stilling me instantly. His hand left my throat to cup the side of my face, his thumb rubbing across my lower lip. His other hand resumed its stroking up and down the side of my body. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again I could see that he had pushed his lust away for now.

‘Kitten?’

‘Yes Sir?’

‘What’s been going on?’

My shoulders collapsed, and all of the air left my body. I broke eye contact to lean my head against his chest, and he immediately placed his hand on the back of my neck and pressed his lips to the top of my head. Waiting.

‘I… I suppose I have been feeling overwhelmed, Sir. With the change of job and finding a new house for us, I think everything just got on top of me. But Sir, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, I-‘

‘Shhh, Kitten, I know. I still don’t want your apologies yet, they will come later. But why didn’t you talk to me? That’s what Master is here for, to take care of his Baby and help with things feel out of control.’ He lifted my chin so that I met his eyes again. His face was etched with concern as he searched my eyes, making sure I was being truthful. His check confirmed that I was, and he sighed sadly. He raised his hand to my cheek again, returning his thumb to my lips. This time he pressed harder, another silent signal. I immediately opened my mouth and he pushed his thumb inside, but only to the first knuckle. I sucked it eagerly, wrapping my tongue around it and looking into his eyes, feeling my stress starting to melt away. He sighed again, however this time it had a huskier edge to it that betrayed his growing desire. This was confirmed when his firm cock throbbed again on my hip. I moaned against his thumb, and his eyes darkened again as he pushed it further into my mouth.

‘I’m sorry that you’ve been so overwhelmed recently, Kitten. I haven’t been a great Master over these past few days have I.’ I opened my mouth around his thumb to protest, but his roaming hand moved immediately to my left nipple and pinched it suddenly. I squealed in surprise at the jolt of pain and lust that racked my body, but I closed my mouth again, sucking more fervently and waiting for him to continue.

‘I’ve been aware of the changes. I should have acted earlier so that it didn’t result in this for you. I’m sorry that I didn’t help you through it.’

I felt the worship radiating through my eyes at his words. This man made me melt. I loved him with every fibre of my being. He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead again. When he pulled back, his face was serious again.

‘But,’ he said, and he pinched down hard on my nipple again. I tried to squirm against his thigh, desperate for friction, however the way he stood made it impossible for me to move how I needed to gain release. He let go of my nipple, but only long enough that he could land a stinging slap to the tip of my breast, causing me to squeal again but forcing me to still once more. He continued talking, his voice deep and soft now.

‘But, Kitten, that does not excuse your behaviour. You know to come to Master when things are getting hard. We work things out together, right?’ He pulled his thumb from my mouth with a pop, so that I could answer him.

‘Yes Sir, I should have told you that I was becoming stressed and overwhelmed and not taken it out on you. I love you, Sir, I didn’t mean to push you to the point where you nearly lost it.’

‘Oh, Baby,’ he sighed, and began stroking my hair with one hand while flicking the fingertips of his other hand over my erect nipples. The flame in my core was building. ‘I could never lose it with you. My anger was mostly with myself for not helping you sooner. But,’ he grabbed a nipple between his thumb and finger again, and gave it a harsh twist. I opened my mouth in a silent gasp, and he immediately shoved two fingers into my mouth and throat. I swallowed hard around his fingers, and his smirk returned. ‘But Kitten, now that we know what the problem is, we can work together to fix it, yeah?’ I nodded, inadvertently sliding his fingers further down my throat. He snarled at the feeling, grinding his hips hard against me. ‘First, though, is the matter of your punishment.’ He leaned forward and slid his tongue along my clavicle, causing me to shudder and suck harder on his fingers. My pussy was throbbing with my arousal. Master ran his tongue all the way up my neck and he nipped at my ear.

‘I can smell you, Kitten. I hope you haven’t made a mess on Master’s trousers,’ he purred. I moaned around him. He pulled his hand from my mouth and wound it into my hair again, stepping away from me. I whined as I lost contact with him, my hands automatically reaching for him to try and pull him closer again. He chuckled and pulled at my hair, bending my head back slightly and pushing me back against the worktop. I forced my hands back to my sides.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured. My heart sang so loud at his praise that I was sure he could hear it. He let go of me, his eyes telling me to stay where I was. He walked into the middle of the kitchen, then turned back to face me, standing with his legs slightly parted. Keeping his eyes trained on mine, he slowly unfastened his shirt sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows. My chest rose and fell sharply, and I could almost feel my juices running down my leg. My Master is so fucking sexy. When he was done with his sleeves, he crossed his arms across his chest and began to look me up and down.

‘Strip.’ It was the only word I needed. My mind swung immediately into subspace, and all the residual stress and anxiety I had been feeling over the last week faded into almost nothing. I pulled my loose dress up and over my head and threw it into the corner. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and I quickly peeled off my socks and panties so that I stood completely bare in front of him. I lowered my gaze to the floor and held my hands behind my back to show that I was waiting for my next order.

‘Come,’ he commanded. I quickly walked over to him and stood still before him. I could feel his eyes raking over my body. ‘Stay.’ I kept my eyes down as he slowly walked around me in a circle. He stopped behind me, and I felt his breath against the back of my neck.

His hand made contact with my ass. Hard. I bit my lip to stop myself from making a noise, and his hand gently smoothed over the stinging skin to take the edge out of the slap. He pressed himself against my back, his hands running up from my hips to my breasts, kneading them and squeezing my nipples between his fingers. I sighed, leaning into him and dropping my head back against his chest. He reached down, stroking lightly and teasingly down my stomach and to my sex. His hand left my skin and returned with a sharp slap against my mound, causing me to cry out and press my ass against his hard cock. He placed a light kiss against my shoulder.

And then he was gone. I felt his absence as he left the room and then I heard him climbing the stairs. Though I was now shaking with desire I didn’t dare move from my spot, and a few minutes later I heard him coming back down the stairs and back into the room.

‘Position 2, kitten,’ he said quietly. I dropped to my knees, then pressed my chest and face to the floor. My hands came up behind me and rested together on my back as they might if they were cuffed. Master still used restraints often but my training had meant that my hands would remain in this position until I was told I could move them.

Master crouched down next to me, and I felt his eyes burning into my back. From my position I could see that he held something in his hand but I couldn’t see what it was. He ran his empty hand over my back, and across my buttocks. His hand continued to move downwards, and his thumb slipped between my wet folds. I gasped, but didn’t move from my position.

‘You are so fucking wet, Kitten.’ Master’s voice was husky with desire again. Seeing me completely submitting to him and spread for his enjoyment always aroused him. He moved his thumb against my clit and started making small circles. I mewled and spread my legs further apart, keeping my face against the floor. ‘My dirty little girl. Are you ready to apologise properly for your behaviour?’

‘Yes Sir, please let me show you how sorry I am Sir.’ My voice dripped with my need, causing him to chuckle again.

‘Oh you will Kitten. You will. I’ve brought some things down from our playroom that I think will help with this.’ He put down what he was holding – a small black woven basket, one of the ones that we used in our playroom to keep our toys organised. There was a cloth over the top of the basket, so I couldn’t see what was inside. ‘Close your eyes.’ Another thing I didn’t need was a blindfold. My eyes immediately snapped shut, and I heard him start to rummage around in the basket. I heard a familiar clink, and automatically lifted my head off the floor slightly. I heard him groan softly, and his hand rested on my lower back with affection.

‘You’ll be the death of me, Kitten. I can’t get enough of you and how perfect we are for each other. You know exactly what’s expected of you, even if you do need reminding of it sometimes. And Daddy is more than happy to remind you.’

‘Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.’ His changing of addressing himself indicated to me where his headspace was right now. I needed disciplining, but he was also keen to take care of me and my needs. I followed him into the headspace and prepared myself, knowing that today’s session could be brutal but that there would be a significant loving element at the end.

‘You’re going to be stretched, Kitten. You’re going to hurt. You’re going to be humiliated. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes Daddy, I understand.’ I definitely felt my juices run down my inner thigh this time. I gasped as I felt two of his fingers run up my thigh and across my pussy, collecting the fluid. He leaned over me and touched my lower lip. I instantly opened my mouth and he shoved the fingers down my throat. I suckled, moaning as I tasted myself on his skin. When his fingers were clean, he withdrew them from my mouth.

‘Time for Kitten’s punishment.’ He shifted the item in his hands, and slid it under my neck. His long fingers worked deftly as he quickly fastened my collar tightly around my neck. I heard the snap as he attached the leash. I heard him sit back on his heels. ‘What are your colours baby?’

‘Red for stop, yellow for please slow down a moment, green if everything is fine Daddy,’ I recited. These had always been my safe words, and I had only used yellow a few times over our entire relationship. I had never used red.

‘Good girl.’ He went back to the basket and pulled more items out of it. Suddenly I heard him spit, and the spit landed, wet and warm, against my asshole. I shivered, then moaned when I felt something cool and smooth press against my puckered hole. He started to push, and the very minimal lubrication of master’s spit did little to ease the pressure I felt as the item started to slide very very slowly into my anus. My hole was stretching, the pain mixing with pleasure and causing my nipples to harden as they were crushed into the kitchen floor. Finally I felt the item sink into me, and the pain subsided.

‘How are we doing Kitten?’

‘Green, Daddy, thank you.’

‘Good.’ I heard the smirk in his voice, and seconds later I let out a little scream. He had pressed something in his hand and the item in my hole began pulsating. I raised my ass higher in the air in response to my arousal, and Master laughed. ‘Steady Kitten, don’t forget your position.’

He watched me squirm for a few minutes before I became accustomed to the sensation inside me and was able to return to my position. Then I heard him stand again, and felt a gentle tug on my collar as he took the end of the leash with him.

‘Eyes. Hands and knees. Follow.’ Simple enough commands – open your eyes, get up on your hands and knees, and crawl after me. I complied, and looked up at my Master’s back as I began to crawl after him. The pressure from the collar increased as he tugged harshly on the leash. I followed him through to the front room, where he sat in his armchair and placed the basket on the coffee table by his side. In one hand he still held my leash, in the other he held a small remote. I stayed on my hands and knees and kept my eyes on his feet. He was silent for a while, looking me over. Then he pressed a button on the remote. The vibrating in my rear hole increased, and I bit my lip to stop myself calling out. Master leaned forwards, and put a hand under my chin. He lifted my face so I could look into his eyes. He was smiling, but his eyes were dark and deep.

‘Over Daddy’s knees, Kitten.’ I got up from the floor, leaned over and laid myself across his knees. His hand immediately went to the basket next to him. He pulled out a flat leather paddle, which had small metal spikes peppered across one side. He slowly stroked the smooth side of the paddle across my buttocks in circular motions. ‘You’re going to beg forgiveness for tonight’s behaviour, Baby. You broke five rules so you’re getting five swats. For each swat you will count, then you will apologise for the behaviour you think was wrong. For each incorrect guess, you get two extra swats. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes Daddy,’ I whimpered. Of all of our toys, the paddle was the one that my love and hate of it were the most closely combined.

‘Remember your colours.’ The paddle was lifted from my skin and I held my breath in anticipation. It didn’t fall. I knew he was waiting for me to relax, so I forced myself to release my tensed muscles and breathe out.

The paddle fell. The spikes stung my skin, and my back tensed again from the pain. As the white spots left my vision, I realised he was waiting. I swallowed in preparation to talk.

‘One, Daddy. I’m sorry for talking to you in such a disrespectful manner.’

‘Forgiven, Baby.’ At his words, I waited again. This time the strike came quickly.

‘Two, Daddy. I’m sorry for the bratty body language.’

‘Forgiven, Baby.’ Smack. More of my juices ran down my legs as my body converted the pain into pleasure. His hand smoothed over the hot skin on my ass, and I heard the click of the remote. The vibration in my ass changed and I rocked against his knees. His hand rested lightly on my back, his silent command to remain still. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing up against my stomach.

‘Three, Daddy,’ I panted. ‘I’m sorry for swearing at you.’

‘Forgiven, Baby.’ Smack.

‘Four, Daddy. I’m sorry for getting so stressed and overwhelmed.’ I flinched and squeaked as the paddle landed across my ass twice in quick succession. I wriggled against the pain, but his hand wound into my hair and held on tightly so that I stopped moving.

‘Daddy is not angry at you for that, Baby. This apology should have been that you didn’t tell Daddy that you were feeling this way. Do you understand?’

‘I understand, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy.’ My breath came out short and shallow. The fire in my loins had been steadily growing from his treatment, the vibrations in my ass and the strikes, and the last two had pushed me closer to coming undone. Master noticed my wriggling as an indication of this, and the vibrations in my ass lessened and changed, taking the urgency out of my desire. My body relaxed against his legs again. The smooth side of the paddle slowly stroked my cheeks again.

‘Last one, Baby.’ I nodded against his thigh, focusing on keeping my breathing steady. ‘Good girl.’ Smack.

‘Ah! Five, Daddy,’ I sobbed. ‘I’m sorry for forgetting our rules.’

‘Forgiven, Baby. You still have a lot to do to make up for the way you have behaved, but you are forgiven.’ He lifted my head and planted a long, hard kiss on my lips. I whimpered against him, and he sucked my lower lip between his teeth and bit down, causing me to gasp. He released my lip and pulled my head away from him by my hair, looking into my eyes.

‘I love you, Kitten. So, so much. Please don’t forget that again. Don’t forget that Daddy is here to help you with anything, and it makes Daddy sad when you don’t come to him. If you need to give up control, give it to Daddy. If you need a distraction, find it in Daddy. Understood?’

‘Yes Daddy, I understand. I’m sorry Daddy, I love you too.’ Tears prickled my eyes, and his hand stroked my face as he leaned forward to kiss me softly, deeply, tenderly. When he broke the kiss, I smiled up at him, hoping to convey how safe and happy he made me feel. He must have seen it, as he grinned back and ran his thumb over my lower lip.

‘Damn, that smile,’ he sighed. ‘My beautiful girl.’ His hand travelled down to my throat, and he gripped my collar, pulling me coser to him and keeping his eyes locked on mine. ‘Sit. Position 1, Kitten,’ he growled, unclipping my leash and letting go of my collar.

I immediately scrambled off his knees, moving away from him so that I could sit on my own knees. My hands rested on my thighs, my back straightened and I cast my eyes to his shoes. I waited, hearing him rummaging around in the basket next to him. The vibrations in my asshole were too weak to bring me to orgasm, but they were increasing the wetness of my sex regardless. He stopped searching, having found what he wanted, and stood up from his chair. I kept my eyes lowered, even as he pushed a short riding crop under my chin to tilt my head up. He crouched down in front of me again, and touched my eyebrows lightly. My eyes flicked up to his instantly. He reached forward and took my left breast in his hand, sqeezing it and rolling my nipple between his fingers. His hand roamed down my body, and slipped between my legs. A rumbling growl came from his chest as his fingers found how wet I was.

‘Filthy little Kitten, getting so turned on by being punished and having your holes used.’ He lifted his dripping fingers from my pussy, and held them before my face. ‘Mouth.’ My lips parted and I stuck out my tongue. He moved his hand closer to me, but just before he touched my tongue he pulled it away and took his fingers into his own mouth instead, grunting in satisfaction as he tasted me. I kept my mouth open, and he pulled his fingers from his own mouth, leaned forward and spat into my mouth. The combined taste of his mouth and my juices hit my tongue, and I keened softly.

‘Swallow.’ I closed my mouth to swallow the fluids, then immediately opened it again, tongue lolling out. ‘Good girl.’ The riding crop came up from my chin and rested gently on my tongue. He looked into my eyes as he very gently spanked my tongue with it. Then he stood up and walked away from me, back to the basket. He returned with a wooden clothes peg, which he slowly eased over my tongue. My face was turned up to maintain our eye contact, and he looked down at me as he slowly released the peg so that the pressure on my tongue increased. I instantly started drooling as the pain on my tongue increased, then slowly subsided into pulsing pleasure.

‘Colour baby?’

‘Green, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.’ It was hard to talk around the peg, but I was quite practiced at it.

‘Good girl.’ The riding crop stroked up and down my cheek, and I fought the urge to flinch away from it. I knew that he would never use anything but his palm on my face. It was one of his own rules that he had promised to me when we first started to play about 4 years ago. Everything we did in our playtimes was carefully crafted and developed from those early days, and any change to our rules required a serious meeting in which we discussed and agreed on terms and limits. The crop lowered from my face and started to stroke my nipples.

‘Eyes. Face.’ I shut my eyes and tilted my head back so that my face was out if the way of the crop. I heard the swish of the crop and my mouth fell further open as it made contact with my nipple. The crop continued to swat my breasts, my nipples, my ribs, my stomach, my thighs, my arms. Master started to walk around me, and the swats covered my back, shoulders and butt, making my skin heat up and tingle all over. When it make contact with the vibrating plug in my ass, forcing it momentarily deeper into me, I whimpered and my eyes rolled behind my closed lids. I heard him chuckle and knew he had seen this, and his hand gripped my hair again as his tongue dipped into my open mouth, licking my tongue. I felt our combined spit drip down my tongue and off the end of the peg onto my breasts. I panted through my nose, and he reach up and pinched my nostrils closed.

‘Hold.’ I stopped breathing at his command, holding my breath with my eyes tight shut. The control he held over me was a key part of our balance at these times. He could have used a gag or mask to force controlled breath play, but my obedience to follow his orders without needing these extra tools was even more arousing to him. As I held my breath, my eyes tight shut, I heard his growl of desire as my complete submission to him increased his need for me. As I started to struggle against the pressing demand for oxygen, he suddenly released the peg from my tongue. I fought the urge to gasp as my tongue pulsed and stung as the blood slowly returned. He laughed under his breath, pleased that I had maintained my held breath.

‘My good girl. Breathe. Eyes.’ I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes to see him stood in front of me. Over the sound of blood rushing in my ears, I hadn’t heard him undo his fly. However there he stood, his cock sticking out of his trousers, proud and throbbing and filled with blood and lust. He was slowly stroking one of his hands up and down his member, and the tip glistened with pre-cum.

‘Eyes on me, kitten,’ he reminded me, a slightly dangerous edge to his voice, and I realised that I had been staring fixedly at his solid dick. I forced my eyes back to his. ‘Better. Open.’

I opened my mouth wide. He bounced his hard cock on my tongue a few times before easing the tip further into my mouth.

‘Begin, mouth only.’ As instructed, I started to slide my mouth up and down his shaft, keeping my hands pressed to my thighs. After a few moments he wound his hand into the hair at the back of my head and slowly eased himself all the way down my throat until my nose touched his pubic area. I had worked hard at my training to subdue my gag reflex and control my breathing while serving my Master in this way, and it had paid off. I swallowed against him and flicked my tongue out to his balls, and was rewarded with a deep moan. He pulled me back slightly, then hand still in my hair he began to roughly fuck my face. I kept eye contact with him as he used my mouth, filling my throat, and his green eyes were now almost black with his lust and need to possess me. Suddenly he withdrew, and held his hand out in front of my face.

‘Spit.’ I immediately gathered my collected saliva and his pre-cum onto my tongue and spat it into his waiting palm. Still looking into my eyes, he slowly smeared the mixture over my face, and his cock pulsed against my lips as he enjoyed the sight of me covered in our combined fluids.

‘Again.’ This process was repeated three more times until my entire face, neck and chest were dripping. This time when he returned his cock to my mouth, he added, ‘Hands.’ My hands came up immediately, one to start caressing his balls and the other to reach behind him and kneed his ass. He moaned again, and as I started to stroke between his balls and his taint I felt him constrict with impending release. His pace quickened and he managed to grunt out ‘Hold,’ before I felt streams of his hot cum filling my mouth. As he had instructed, I stopped myself from swallowing when he pulled out of me.

‘Spit.’ I emptied my mouth into his palm again, and once more the fluids were smeared across my face. He did it carefully, almost lovingly, while still breathing heavily as he slowly came down from his orgasm.

‘There,’ he sighed as he finished wiping. ‘Now you look like the dirty little slut that you are. This is what happens to disrespectful little girls, Kitten. They are used and left dirty and soiled. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Daddy I understand. Thank you for teaching me this lesson.’ My voice came out hoarse, as my own desire had been building while he had fucked my mouth, and the continued vibrations from the plug were edging me closer and closer to my own release. I saw his cock twitch again at my response, and realised that even though he had just cum hard, he was becoming aroused again at the sight and sound of me.

‘You sound like you need some help, Kitten,’ he chuckled. ‘But we can’t do anything until you are all cleaned up, now can we? Go and get a flannel, wet it, and bring it back to me.’ I did as he instructed, however when I returned to the living room I found that he had sat back down in his armchair and was holding something else that he had pulled out of the basket.

‘Come here, Kitten,’ he said quietly. I walked over to him, and held out the flannel. He took it from me, and held it in his hand. ‘I was just thinking that it would be a shame to waste all of your hard work by just washing it all away. Wouldn’t you agree?’

‘Yes Daddy.’

‘Use it to wet this.’ He held the toy out to me. It was a small balloon-like plug, that had a pressure gauge attached as well as a hand-operated pump. It was something that I was aware of, but I hadn’t known that Master had bought us one to try. I was filled with excitement and nerves as I slowly ran the plug part of the device over my neck and chest, wetting it thoroughly with the juices covering me.

‘That’s my good girl,’ Master smiled up at me. He reached up and used the flannel to wipe away the rest of the liquid, taking time to squeeze each of my breasts and run his fingers over my engorged nipples as he cleaned me up. I sighed as my need increased, wanting him to touch me all over, to fill me up and fuck me, but also knowing that we were a long way off from that.

‘Now, position two in front of my chair Baby.’ I turned around and dropped into position. Master ran his hands over my still tingling ass, admiring the patterns that had been left by the studded paddle. His hand continued between my legs, and he slowly stroked my clit, sliding back and forth with ease due to me being soaked. I gasped and wriggled against his palm, and he laughed loudly at my wanton behaviour.

‘This is such a hungry, wet little cunt, Kitten,’ he chuckled. ‘And this…’ he pressed the vibrator in my asshole deeper, and I squealed at the feeling. ‘This is very filthy indeed. You are such a filthy whore, to get off so much on this hole being used.’ He moved behind me again, and suddenly I felt the plug being pulled out. I whimpered at its loss, but my hole was only empty momentarily as the new toy, slick from the combined bodily fluids, was pushed roughly into it. I groaned, but Master’s continued attention on my clit helped the pain to subside quickly. As I grew accustomed to the new sensation in my ass, I heard the sound of air being pumped and suddenly the balloon inside me expanded. I gasped and felt myself clench as my hole stretched.

‘Give me a colour, Baby.’ His voice was soft and caring, but I heard the desire rumbling through it as he watched me squirm due to his actions.

‘Green Daddy… oh it feels… feels so good…’ I gasped as the balloon was inflated again, and then again. Master continued to pump it up slowly, and I had never felt so full in this hole before. I stretched and stretched, and Master continued to circle my clit, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge, but just as I reached it, the inflation stopped and Master withdrew his fingers. I cried out in frustration, and immediately felt his hand come down hard against my buttocks. I fought to silence myself.

‘Stay, eyes.’ I stayed in my current position but lifted my head to look back over my shoulder and into my Master’s eyes. They were dark again. As I watched, he slowly slipped one finger into my dripping pussy. I opened my mouth to beg him for more, but one look from him silenced me. He began working his finger in and out of me, then added another. As a third finger joined, I began to feel that I could not possibly get any fuller. When Master added a fourth finger, I felt my eyes roll in my head and my breathing became laboured. I was too overwhelmed to make any sound at this point, however when I managed to re-focus my vision I looked up to see my Master watching me carefully. He looked at me questioningly, silently asking if I was OK to continue. After a few moments, I nodded. I felt the tip if his thumb being added with the rest. Usually when I was as wet and turned on as I was right now, he could slide his fist into me with relative ease. However with my asshole as stuffed as it already was, my Master had to slowly work his hand back and forth gain the space. As his fingers reached the second knuckle, my pleasure built so high that I couldn’t hold it at bay any longer. I looked up at him, pleading silently.

‘Go ahead, Baby,’ he grinned. I fell over the edge into an orgasm stronger than any I had felt in a while, and while I rocked through it I pushed back against his hand. This caused his whole fist to enter my body and instantly triggered a second, harder orgasm at how full and stretched both of my holes now felt. I rode against his hand, prolonging my orgasm, and he grunted as my walls squeezed tightly around his fist. Finally, the sensation subsided and we both waited, panting.

‘Colour, Baby,’ he finally grunted. I fought my brain to focus on forming words.

‘G-green, Daddy. Oh fuck. Thank you, Daddy.’

‘You did so well, Baby. Stay still now.’ I heard him using his free hand to adjust the pump, and I heard air being released. As the balloon in my asshole began to deflate, aftershocks of my recent orgasms crashed through me and my pussy pulsed around his hand. When the balloon was entirely empty, Master eased it gently out of me. He then slowly slid his fist from inside me, and my body sank fully to the floor as I re-adjusted to not being stretched. His clean hand ran up and down my back while my breathing returned to normal. Eventually he spoke softly.

‘I need to clean up, Kitten. Are you ready for me to leave you for a few minutes?’