Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“That’s not the one I instructed you to wear, fuck toy.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I searched for the orange one, but I couldn’t find it.”
I inch closer to Kaye as a smirk plays on my lips. I know she couldn’t find it because I hid it before the band flew to Berlin. My hand twitches in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
“I asked you to do something small, and you couldn’t even do that. What do you suggest I do about this fuck hole?”
Kaye moans as her fingers slip close to her glistening pussy. “I think you should punish your pathetic whore, Mistress. Let me know how useless I am. Punish me and mark my body so I comprehend the severity of my failure.”
“Get on your knees and beg me to punish you for your indiscretion. I want to hear you debase yourself. Tell me exactly what you are.”
My pussy pulses with excitement and need as I witness my beautiful Kaye fall to her knees and place her hands in front of her. Inch by agonizing inch, she crawls closer to me, her movements painstakingly slow, enhancing my excitement to fuck her until she can’t breathe.
“Start talking fuck-doll. Tell Mommy what a bad girl you’ve been and how you need me to punish your pretty holes until you learn your lesson.”
“Please, Mommy. I’ve been such a naughty girl. I didn’t do what you asked, and I need you to punish your little slut until she learns to be a good girl for you. Please spank me, make me hold my little pussy open for you as you beat my clit and make it nice and red. Make me scream in pain so I know never to disobey your words again. I want to be a good girl for you, Mommy, but I’m a slut.”
Kaye crawls until she lands at my feet. “Eyes on me, whore.”
Kaye glances up at me, and I spit on her face. She raises her hand to wipe her face, and I slap it away. “Useless fuck toys don’t get to wipe away their master’s spit. All you are is a fuck rag. You take what I give you and say thank you. At present, I want to watch my spit glide down your whore face as I tug on your nipple clamps until you scream. Got it slut?”
“Thank you for spitting on me.”
“That’s my good girl.”
A grin spreads across my face as I step toward the bed, eagerly caressing the velvety texture of the dildo.
Last year, Kaye bought a double-ended dildo so I could fuck her and myself at the same time. I joked about how she was trying to get out of doing any work, but when I realized I enjoyed topping her so much, I didn’t care.
Kaye’s eyes widen as I lean down and pull on the chain connected to the nipple clamps. “That makes you wet, slut, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress. I like the pain.”
“I know you do. Sometimes I think you act out so that I’ll take you over my knee and make that fat ass red. Is that what you want, slut? For me to spank that ass? Do you want to scream so loud that the neighbors know you’re nothing but a cheap whore? I think I should put you outside in the hallway. Put a sign on your chest letting them know you’re a stray whore who will fuck anyone as long as they pay a little attention to you. “
“Please. Please, spank me. I’ve been such a bad girl, and I need to be punished.”
“Well, what are you waiting for, whore? Lie over my lap so you can take your punishment like a good girl.”
Kaye eagerly follows my instructions. She spreads her body across my lap. Her big, round ass is beyond delectable, and I want to take a bite out of it.
As soon as my palm connects with her behind, she moans in ecstasy. Her hands fist the duvet, and she wiggles her hips, desperate to have the tip of the dildo rub against her pussy.
Kaye loves fucking me while I turn her ass a shade of bright red. I asked her once why she craved it so much, and she told me it shut her brain off. That when she felt the duality of pleasure and pain, she didn’t think about the rest of the world. She said it was like floating. For someone like Kaye, who has always had to plot and plan to survive, moments like this, when she can completely surrender, are the sweetest oblivion. A complete and utter refuge.
I bring my hand down repeatedly on her ass until I’m satisfied she’s gotten what she needs. We have a safe word, but Kaye has never used it. I asked her once why, and she told me it was because I knew when to push and when to pull back.