The Slave Girl Part 3: Master’s Pussy
There was possible way for either Adrian or myself to get comfortable in the closet. The space was just too small, and we couldn’t help sleeping close to each other. Adrian would jump every time I put the tiniest amount of pressure on his bruises, which I couldn’t help. At one point he started to tell me off, which got Master yelling at us through the door.
Finally the morning came and Master took Adrian and me downstairs. He undid our binds and I set to work making him breakfast. While I was busy I saw Master filled the dog bowls with the same dry pellets I had ate last night. I noticed they came from a box labeled “Slave Feed”.
After Master had finished his breakfast he sent Adrian outside to mow the lawn. I was taken into the living room with Master and he used me as a footstool while he watched TV.
I had something of a problem the whole morning. Master had used my holes twice yesterday and I hadn’t cum either time. Part of my training at the slave house was getting me to crave orgasms, and I was almost desperate with the denial. But I had seen how Master had treated Adrian for his apparent whining, and I didn’t want to suffer the same fate. I was especially cautious because Master had brought the riding crop with him and it sat next to him on the couch.
During a commercial break Master had apparently taken notice of my arousal. He picked up the crop and swatted my ass with it. “Whats wrong, slave? If you want something ask for it.”
I knew from the start that Master was toying with me. it was obvious what I wanted. “I want to cum, Master.”
Master nodded. “Hmm, I see. In that case, show me your pussy.”
Feeling hopeful, I obeyed, turning toward Master and putting my face to floor, giving him easy access to my pussy. He lightly played with my clit, traced the lips of my cunt without really stimulating me. I started to grow even wetter, and out of corner of my eye I could see Master smiling; he was enjoying my arousal.
I was growing nervous. Would Master let me cum? When he fucked me last night he had paid no attention to my own pleasure, would he now?
I don’t know what I expected, it certainly wasn’t what happened next. Master picked up the crop and started beating my ass with it, focusing on my pussy. I gasped and screamed, but despite that Master kept going until my ass was red.
“I don’t think you know what it means to be an owned slave.” Master said harshly. “You are nothing, you hear me? You are a lot like this couch right here. I’ll use you when I want to, and how I want to. If I don’t want to use you, then you shut up and wait until I do. You have no rights, none at all. And this pussy-” Master struck my cunt at this point “-It is mine, you hear me?”
“Yes Master.” I sobbed.
“Yes what? Tell me what you learned today slave.”
“I’m nothing but an owned slave, for you to use how you like.”
“Good. Now wait here while I get you a little something. And if you even think about touching my pussy, then you will be punished.” Master got up, spat on my face, and left the room.
I was petrified. Master’s sudden display of dominance had caught me by surprise, I was too scared to even wipe his spit off my face. So I stayed exactly where I was, with my face to the floor and my now red ass stuck out. I realized how humiliating this position was, but I didn’t dare move for fear of angering Master.
After a few minutes Master came back, and in his hand he held a chastity belt. Master laughed at my dismayed expression. “Got to make sure my no one touches my property, and if that means locking it up then so be it.” Master said as he strapped the belt on to me. I swear my arousal increased ten-fold when I heard the lock click.
Master sat back down on the couch, leaned back and put his feet up on my sore ass. He went back to watching TV, paying no attention to my soaked cunt.
