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I am all dressed up today, wearing a sheer black halter-top, short black mini-skirt, and tall shiny stiletto-heeled boots. My Master … me to his playroom and steps aside to allow me to enter ahead of him; as I walk a few steps ahead into the room, he can just see the bottoms of my ass cheeks and pussy lips peeking out below my skirt. My hair is up, in the bun I usually wear when in this space; my nails are painted blood red and my make-up is impeccable applied.

My Master directs me to his cross, helps me to climb atop and lay on it facing down. He tells me, "Lie still." In this room, I am in total submission, wanting only to please him in any way, in every way, he desires. He reaches out to take my right hand, stretches my arm along the length of the cross and immediately buckles it fast; resting his fingertips on the back of my hand, he trails them around my body as he walks to my outstretched left hand. He fastens my left hand, and immediately returns those fingertips to trail my body as he walks around me. He stops to nuzzle the back of my neck; I turn my face toward him as his teeth graze the side of my neck. He places his hand on the back of my neck, using the pressure of his fingers along my jaw to turn my face back down and saying, "Stay still."

He removes his hand from the back of my neck and I do not move. He continues leaving a trail of sensation along my spine, over my ass, and down the back of my left leg. He grasps my ankle, places it in the strap and buckles it down. Stepping around my foot, he grabs my right foot and fastens it as well. Master continues his exploration, stepping between my spread-eagled thighs, his fingertips creating a trail of goosebumps up the inside of my right thigh. He slides his hand over my dampened pussy to cup my mound, rubbing his thumb between my cheeks, dragging it across my pussy opening, with a flick just inside the open hole, and then finding my clit. He rubs over it in brisk motions, quickly causing a spasm to course through my cunt and slick wetness to seep out of my pussy.

In one swift motion, his hand departs from its exploration and rips open the back of my blouse. He retrieves his knife from his pocket, cuts the seams of my skirt and tears it open, fabric drops off my body leaving me exposed to his gaze and touch. I hear him unbuckle his belt and a zipper being undone. He steps forward to the juncture of my thighs, I am dripping now in anticipation. I feel my Master's dick probing, rubbing, seeking my wetness. I beg him, "lease, Master, fuck me now, I need you inside me."

My Master stops touching me immediately, pulls away from me, and I hear his belt slide being removed from his jeans. Immediately, I apologize, "I'm so sorry; you are my Master, I have no right to make demands on you. Please don't..." The leather of his belt strikes my bare ass. I scream. He grabs his tie and uses it to gag me, not wanting to hear anything more from me.

He continues to spank me, pausing every third or fourth strike to lick the welts on my ass and to soothe the bite of each strap I take. After several pauses taken to soothe my stinging flesh, I hear the belt drop to the floor. He slides his hand between my leg, and fingers reaching inside my pulsing pussy and jacks me off repeatedly, my pussy squirting a puddle onto the floor from his relentless attention. As I am crying through the gag, begging him to stop, he finally removes his hand.

Immediately, his dick is at the opening, hard and pulsing from his own excitement, he shoves his cock into my wetness and takes me once more. He pounds my pussy fast and hard, driven to reach his own climax now. My Master's cum inside me soothes me like nothing else could, and I revel in that feeling and the afterglow of a thorough loving.