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A submissive slave kneels before me. Eyes downcast. Waiting.

“You may look at me.” I say, her eager light blue eyes stare up at me. She has sexy eyes, they are rimmed with a darker blue circle around the iris, her dark black hair a nice contrast to her ivory skin. “Spread my lips” my shaved pussy is at her eye level and she looks at it, licks her lips and with trembling fingers she touches me, instantly I snap my crop against her bare bottom,

“Your hands are cold, don’t touch me.” She looked up, biting her bottom lip. She didn’t speak, I do enjoy their silence. She waited, as a good slave should. “You may tuck your hands between the back of your thigh and calves to warm them. Before I let you touch me again.”

She did as I bid. “On your knees come closer” she did, staring at my pussy. She released her bottom lip to run the pink tip of her tongue over her lips.

I told her “lick it” and she did. I said “Don’t jab at it, with your hard tipped tongue, lick it, softly. Make your tongue soft and flat. Like you are licking an ice cream cone.” Quickly, she changed the shape of her tongue and licked me proper. One lick, that’s all I told her to do. When she started again, I pushed her away. I was glad I was leaning against the wall, her tongue was hot and it felt good.

“Do it again” she did, “again” another stroke “and again” another stroke of that hot wet tongue. Lovely. I said, “Do your hands feel warm to you, slave?” She looked up at me, “you may answer” she nodded, she was a quick learner. “Then you may touch me, however, if your hands are cold, we will be finished here and I will find another, more eager, more willing, more capable than you.” Her downcast eyes, let me know that she wanted to please, but was weighing her decision to answer so quickly. She removed her hands from between her thighs and rubbed them together. My voice even, “I did not say that, I told you, you lying slave, to keep your hands between your thighs and calves, not to remove them, not to rub them together.” I sighed with distaste.

Frustration was starting to build, I do not like to be frustrated so early in the week, let alone in the evening. I was in no mood to train a new slave tonight, such good ones were hard to find, this one was just a toy, useless, and yet useful. I would use her for tonight, since we were already here, but I would not let her have release.

She stared up at me, a tear wanting to fall. Tears, such wasted energy. “I did not give you permission to cry.” I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. I remembered a good slave, one so eager to please, one who knew her place. One who could touch me, and make my knees buckle. Of course, she knew that, and that’s why we weren’t together. With my head still propped against the wall, and my eyes still shut, I needed to get off.

I had a hard day, and this was my release. Play time. “If your hands are cold and fingertips like ice, you will be punished”

I did not open my eyes still, I could not see her face, and I said to her, “touch me, spread my lips apart, and with your tongue, I want you to stroke my clit from back to front until I tell you” I waited, my 4 ½ inches heels pressing into the floor boards, my slaves trembling fingers, were not cold, they were warm. They spread my lips apart, and the cold air made me more aroused, harder my clit became. Wetter I became.

My corset wearing pushed my breasts up and out, as if they were being served on a platter. My erect nipples enjoyed the pain that was being caused from their lack of touch. With my head still against the wall, and the crop tapping the side of my calf, I waited for her wet soft tongue to stroke. The first time, was shaky and I inhaled, impatience starting to peak, but her promptness to rectify was quick. She licked me like I was her favorite flavor of ice cream. She licked me the way I told her to. She didn’t waiver, she listened. For this she was rewarded, I placed my right hand on her head and pressed her mouth into me and told her to suck me gently, and she did, like a new born babe she suckled on my clit. My slave was giving me head with my back against the wall. I kept my body rigid while she suckled and every nerve ending tingled.

I thought to my self, this is good, this is real good. I pressed her closer to me and her suckling became quicker, and I yanked her head away. With my juices flowing down her face, I stared at her and said, “I did not say go faster, and I did not say you could grab my ass.” I yanked her head farther back, “stick out your tongue” she obliged, with my left hand I cracked my crop on the tip of her tongue. She moaned softly, I knew she felt good, and she liked that. Her pleasure was pain.

“Turn around, get on your hands and knees, and show me your ass” Quickly she complied, I slapped the tender opening of her vagina. Another sound escaped her lips.

“Lay down on your back and spread your legs” Eagerly, she did. I wanted to see how wet I had made my slave. Wet indeed. Her heel, where she had been sitting, naughty slave, clever but naughty, was covered in her own juices. She had been rocking herself as she was licking my clit. I saw her juices leaking, and I told her “You’ve been naughty”. She said nothing, only looked up at me. Good, she still knows not to speak.

I walked around to the top of her head. With her legs spread, I slapped her clit with my crop, and told her “no” her hips lifted slightly. I chuckled, and did it again, and told her “No.” This time they didn’t lift, but she moaned softly. I inhaled deeply, her discomfort moaning made my clit harder. “Hush” I slapped her again, this time she bit her bottom lip to silence her cry out. I love it when they try to restrain themselves.

This time the second slap came quicker, and her hips lifted. “No.” I said, and again I slapped her, and again her hips lifted, “No.” I said, and again, her hips lifted. This time I tapped her breast with my crop. “No” I said as a hard crack sounded on each nipple. She bit her lip a moan trying to escape. “No” I tapped her mouth. She released her bottom lip.

I said to her, “Lift up your hands and grab my heels” she did. “Open your mouth” she did. “I’m going to sit on your face, and you are not going to touch me with your tongue, you are going to keep your mouth open until I give you permission. Do you understand.” I waited, she did nothing, I said, “You may nod.” She nodded her head eagerly, staring up at me, mouth open. Her teeth were perfect, probably paid for by her family. I like my slaves blue eyed. I like my lovers to come from money; those are the ones that are easiest to train.

So I sat on her face. I watched her breathing, and I watched her nipples grow before my eyes. I knew if I touched them she would moan. With one of my fingers, I scraped my nail over the tip, and was satisfied with the sound that tried to escape but was muffled by my pussy on her face. I did it again, and another moan vibrated making my juices flow more freely, making me hotter.

Because I was getting more aroused I slapped her wet vagina hard and she bucked. I did it again, she bucked again, and I told her that she could use her tongue and lick my clit and suck me off. And she did. She spread her legs so far apart, I rubbed the crop over her clit, and scraped my finger nails over both of her nipples, when I did that her sucking became faster. She managed to find my spot.

There, lick there, suck there, harder, there. Do not increase your speed, there, yes, you nasty slave, yes, right there, be a good girl and don’t fuck this up. I rocked on her face and pinched her right nipple. Her hips lifted, and I took my crop and tapped her to this rhythm, tap, tap tap, tap, and finally she discovered, that every time I tapped, she sucked.
I could tell she was getting close because her hips and her sucking were getting faster. I allowed this for a moment, and then quit tapping and stood up.

On your knees again, she complied, her hair wet with sweat and my juice. “You may not squat on your heel, you may remain on your knees.” Her knees were red, and I told her “Spread my lips, suck on my clit, and you may gently rub my nipples with the palms of your hands.” I closed my eyes as I leaned against the wall, and it didn’t take long until I came in her mouth. “Drink it, drink it, suck it out of me.” I told her.

When I finished my orgasm, I pushed her face away, and told her to move. I walked over to where my coat lay, I put it on, she stayed on her knees, I walked towards the door, she stayed watching me, her own syrup dripping down her thigh, and I said, “that is all” and left.