Sir and His Slut

You lead me into the bedroom and tell me to strip, except for my panties. I’m wearing black lace panties that show off my ass cheeks. After I undress you say “Inspection.” I stand with my feet apart and my hands behind my head, looking straight forward. You walk around me and I can feel your eyes on me, checking to make sure that I am clean and ready for your use. You reach inside the front of my panties to make sure I’m waxed. “Well done, slut,” you say.

Next you say “Collar,” and I get down on my knees with my hands behind my head, lifting up my hair. I look straight ahead and try not to smile, but it’s so hard. I love being your submissive and the joy I feel when you put the collar around my neck is indescribable. You make me feel so beautiful and sexy. I hear the click of the clasp as you fasten the collar around my neck and then tell me to stand, facing the bed.

You place a spreader bar between my feet and shackle me by my ankles. Once you’ve finished you ask me if you need to restrain my arms or if I’ll be a good girl. “I only exist to make you happy, Sir,” I say. “I will do whatever you want me to.” You spank my ass lightly and say “Good girl.” I feel your hand on my upper back as you press me to the bed. You take my hands and place them on either side of my head.

You walk to the dresser where there are toys and whips. You pick up a cat o’ nine tails and walk behind me.