Master’s Gaze
WHAT’S A MASTER TO DO WITH HIS SLUTTY PROPERTY?
My Master’s gaze lingers on me, his mind undoubtedly filled with thoughts of my obedience and service. On days when I make a mistake or am feeling particularly clumsy, I can see the gleam in his eye, the mischievous smirk on his lips. He becomes more hands-on, teasing and toying with me as his submissive maid. And he always ensures that I am dressed in something alluring, even when I am not working. Living in his opulent mansion, fulfilling my purpose as his devoted plaything, is truly a dream come true for this submissive slut.
There is nothing that excites me more than slipping into my alluring black and white skirts. The fabric skims just above my hips, barely covering my lace panties and plump backside. Every time I lean over or dust, I can feel the eyes of my Master, the servants, and even the guests hungrily devouring my exposed curves. My owner takes great pleasure in displaying his naughty little slut to the world, even having me engage in explicit phone sex to showcase just how much of a wanton whore I am. He adores the sound of my seductive voice, knowing it drives others wild with desire for what he possesses.
MASTER IS FEELING SADISTIC TODAY!
Every morning, I eagerly prepare breakfast and tea for my Master, knowing that he will reward me if I do a good job. My duties also include selecting his outfit for the day and dressing him like the obedient maid I am. Today, as I lay out his clothes, I can see the bulge in his sheets – a sign of the naughty dream he had last night. But when I present his clothes to him, he is not pleased.
The fabric is wrinkled, a mistake on my part. He scolds me and pulls me up by my hair, forcing me to bend over his bed. As punishment for my carelessness, he presses my face into his soft silk sheets.
“Bad girl,” he whispers seductively in my ear. “Do you know what happens to bad submissive whore maids?”
My heart races with anticipation as I reply breathlessly, “We get punished by our master.”
His hands roam over my body, reminding me of my place – at his mercy.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
I feel the smooth, cool wood of his paddle against my skin. His firm hand leaves a trail of warmth and pleasure as it smacks my ass, each strike making me moan with desire. I can hear his own low groans as he pleasures me, driving himself wild with each swing. After an hour of being spanked, my body is covered in bruises, but I am consumed by a fiery desire for him.
“Look what you’ve done to my dick, my little whore,” he says, flipping me over so that I am at eye level with his swollen member. My lips part instinctively, longing to taste him.
“Well then, show me what I hired you for,” he commands, and without hesitation, I take him into my mouth. My tongue dances along his length as I suck and tease him, eager to please him in any way possible. He quickly grows impatient with my teasing and grabs a fistful of my hair, thrusting himself deep into my throat.
With each forceful movement, I am overwhelmed with pleasure and submission. As he reaches his climax, he pulls out and spills himself onto my waiting tongue. Wiping away the tears from my eyes, he gives me a tender kiss on the top of my head.
“That’s my good whore,” he whispers, leaving me feeling satisfied and deeply fulfilled.