Halley walked up the front steps and rang the bell. He wasn’t expecting her tonight, and she hoped he wasn’t upset with her for coming unannounced. They hadn’t talked for a week now, and she feared he might be angered just by that. He had called her four nights last week. She missed the first call while she was in the shower, the second call she had laid there in bed with the phone vibrating and ringing beside her, the third call she had done the same, and the fourth call she missed because she had been asleep. Since she had purposefully missed half the calls he sent her, she could not honestly tell him it wasn’t her fault.
The door opened. He stood there in jeans and an old t-shirt, his dark hair in disarray on his head. His green eyes held her like a hand at her throat. She looked up at him, her legs barely being held up by her heels. The humid air was suffocating her, and her breath came in short, low gasps. Her little mouth hung askew on her face and her brown eyes were wide in awe of what this man could do to her without as much as a word or touch. To another, she stood there defiantly, legs close together, hands clasped before her. But to Him she was cowering as obviously as the steady movement in her shirt, the shifting of her skirt. She saw his jaw move a little, the muscles rotating under his tan skin. She swallowed and moved her leg a bit, shamefully feeling the sleek wetness between her legs.
She watched his eyes travel over her cotton white shirt, her plaid mini skirt, down her white thigh high stockings. His eyes caressed, licked her, kissed her.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice like rocks rolling down a rapid waterfall.
“I want you” she whispered, her lips trembling.
“What was that, Halley?” his voice sounded surprised.
“I want you, Sir,” she said louder.
“Really? Is that what you want?”
Halley nodded her head.
“I’m sorry, Halley, I just can’t believe that. I wanted you for a very long time and you denied me. Don’t you think it’s only fair that I deny you?”
Halley’s brows furrowed. She could not leave his house unsatisfied. She frowned at him. He walked out to her, his body hardly an inch from hers. He felt her shiver. “If you come in this house, Halley, I’m going to have to punish you,” he whispered. “It’s either you come in this house and accept your punishment or walk away, and I don’t want to ever see you here again.”
Tears rimmed Halley’s eyes. She knew the punishment would be brutal, that he would probably satisfy her only after he broke her. She knew he meant serious business tonight. She also knew that this was why she never answered his calls and why she stood on his porch in his favorite outfit.
“I’ll take the punishment, Sir.”
“Come in, Halley”
He stepped to the side and she walked past him, into the house feeling swallowed whole. She immediately walked into the living room and knelt on the ground, her eyes downcast, her arms at her sides. She felt the vibration of the wood flooring under his heavy steps. His boots made the most masculine thuds on the floor. She felt his hand tangle in her blonde hair. He grabbed her hair and wrenched it back so that she was forced to scream out and look up at him.
“How many of those calls did you really miss, Halley?”
“Two, Sir”
“And the other two?”
Halley was silent. She was afraid to tell him. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her back further, making her back arch. She reached up and grabbed his arm.
“Let go and answer me!”
She let her hands fall to her sides. “I purposefully didn’t answer your calls, Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because, Sir, I…”
“You what?”
“I got off on it, Sir,” she screamed. He let her hair go. He sat on the couch behind her and pushed his boot under her ass. He lifted her ass making her bend forward, her face in the ground. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and saw her wet cunt dripping down her thighs. He grinned. She would have loved to see his grin, but he was going to play the harsh master tonight and could not allow her to see his pleasure. He rubbed his boot along her shaven pussy. He heard her muffle a moan.
“Get up and get and get the book.”
Halley obeyed. The book was a thin black book in which her Master recorded all of the bad things she did. He made her recite the contents of the book after she misbehaved. She brought the book to him and knelt at his feet.
“What the fuck am I supposed to write with, Halley?” he growled at her. She jumped up and ran to get a red ink pen. Her worst mistakes were written in red. She handed him the pen and he snatched it away. She knelt before him again. He wrote the date and handed her the book.
“What am I to write, Sir?”
“You know what you’re to write.”
He watched her intently as she scribbled on the page. When she was done he made her stand and tell her what she had written.
“Today I came to my Master’s house uncalled for, and I denied him twice before by purposefully not answering his calls.” Halley kissed the page in the book making a thick, red lip mark as she did whenever she wrote in the book. Her Master subdued a grin. She handed it back to him, and he told her to get over his lap. She crawled over his lap and awaited her punishment. She felt his hand rubbing her ass in round strokes. She felt his finger trace the crease in the center. He kneaded her cheeks firmly, making her body relax and her pussy wetter. He brought the book down hard. Her body immediately tensed as she called out. The book landed on her ass again and again. She started to wriggle on his lap trying to avoid the blows. It was futile. It only served to anger him more.
“Oh, please, no!” she called to him.
“No? Are you telling me no, you little bitch? I don’t hear from you in a week. YOU denied ME for a week, Halley, and now you’re telling me no again?” His blows hit her harder and his lap was wet with her cream.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry. I won’t ever do it again. Please, no!”
He grabbed her mouth with his free had and shoved a finger in it. She moaned and sucked on his finger as he continued to pummel her ass with the book. “Did you think it was funny, Halley? Handing me a big ‘Fuck you’ by not answering to me. That’s what you were doing, Bitch.”
Halley shook her head, tears streaming down her face. He stopped spanking her. She just continued to cry and suck his finger. He pushed her off his lap without soothing her.
“Put on your collar, Bitch”
Halley went to retrieve her collar. It was a thick red collar with metal studs surrounding it. She had helped him pick it out. She returned to kneel in front of him, her collar wrapped snugly around her throat. He looked down at her for a minute or two.
“Undress.” His voice set Halley into motion. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. He watched her breasts tumble out and lie on her chest. She had very nice breasts; it was his fetish to suck on them and listen to her moan. He watched her little hands pull her skirt off and take off her heels. He wanted her to touch him. His palms were getting moist and his lips were dry. Halley knew better than to take off her thigh highs; he liked those. She knelt before him again.
He pushed his boot in her face. She grabbed it and pulled off his foot. He thrust the other at her and she did the same. He stood and pulled his shirt off. Halley looked up at him and watched his muscles flex under his skin. She flinched when their eyes met and looked down at her lap again. She felt the cold metal of the leash at the back of her neck. He tugged it, pulling her on all fours. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and traced his fingers along her skin. He went down the center of her back and over her red streaked bottom. He played with her cunt and reached under to grab her breast. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear
“What are you?”
“You’re bitch, Sir”
“Mmm, yes. Say it again.”
“I’m you’re bitch, Sir”
He knelt behind her and asked her again what she was. Halley felt his tongue enter her and his finger assault her ass. He pushed his finger deep in her and shoved in another. His tongue flicked at her clit and sucked her pussy.
“I’m you’re bitch in heat, Sir,” she moaned, hoping her legs and arms would hold her up.
“Are you sorry?” he asked from under her and began licking her again.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry”
She was screaming now and bucking herself on his face. He got up and grabbed the leash. He led her into his bedroom. He had the bed made up in crimson silk. He had been expecting her since last week. He always made up the bed in that soft silk with the violent, passionate color. A pang of guilt went through Halley as he pulled her on to the bed. He lay flat on his back and Halley went to work undoing his pants and pulling them down. She was going to make it all up to him.
His cock was hard and sticking straight at her. She licked the tip of his cock making sure to keep her back perfectly arched. He liked to watch her back curve. She could feel his eyes caressing her as her tongue caressed his shaft. She placed her tongue flat on his balls and licked her way up to his tip. She did this all around his cock before she felt his hand at the back of her neck. He guided his erection into her mouth. She sucked him slowly into the back of her mouth. When she was sure he was lubed up with saliva and precum she allowed his cock into her throat. He rewarded her with a moan. She swallowed him whole, her throat contracting around him. He thrust into her mouth and she gagged on him. Her fingers played with his thighs and balls. He pulled her off of him and kissed her juice covered chin. He rolled her under him and kissed her neck, her breasts, her arm.
Halley felt him enter her and gasped. He thrust into her and she wrapped her legs around him. Her body found his rhythm and she ground back on his cock. He lifted her from the bed and she held on to him. He fucked her while she was skewered on his cock, bouncing in helpless ecstasy.
“Sir, I…I…oh my god!”
“Yes, puppet?”
“I need to cum!”
“You need to what?”
“I need to cum, Sir!” Halley’s mind was in a whirl. She knew only her need to release the energy that her Sir was thrusting into her. Her lips mumbled her pleas. She was begging him to allow her to cum.
“No”
“Sir, please!”
“No. Not yet.” He thrust faster into her and her head lolled back, the ends of her blonde hair brushing the pillow. Her mouth hung agape and her lips glistened with his sweetness. Her eyes stared without seeing. He loved seeing her so completely helpless. He felt he would cum soon. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her close.
“You may cum, pet,” he whispered. Halley didn’t come out of her trance but her body responded, jerking and twisting in her explosion. He pounded his cock into her as he came, cum leaking out of her and down his dick. He heard her make some sort of noise before she sighed and her body collapsed. He dropped beside her on the bed and felt her lips on his neck. He kissed her forehead.
“Why did you leave me waiting, Halley? I missed you. You’ve been so good for months. Why misbehave?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s been so long since I was punished. I had to give you an incentive to do it. Besides, you like punishing me. I like it too. Think of it as a gift, Sir.”
The door opened. He stood there in jeans and an old t-shirt, his dark hair in disarray on his head. His green eyes held her like a hand at her throat. She looked up at him, her legs barely being held up by her heels. The humid air was suffocating her, and her breath came in short, low gasps. Her little mouth hung askew on her face and her brown eyes were wide in awe of what this man could do to her without as much as a word or touch. To another, she stood there defiantly, legs close together, hands clasped before her. But to Him she was cowering as obviously as the steady movement in her shirt, the shifting of her skirt. She saw his jaw move a little, the muscles rotating under his tan skin. She swallowed and moved her leg a bit, shamefully feeling the sleek wetness between her legs.
She watched his eyes travel over her cotton white shirt, her plaid mini skirt, down her white thigh high stockings. His eyes caressed, licked her, kissed her.
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice like rocks rolling down a rapid waterfall.
“I want you” she whispered, her lips trembling.
“What was that, Halley?” his voice sounded surprised.
“I want you, Sir,” she said louder.
“Really? Is that what you want?”
Halley nodded her head.
“I’m sorry, Halley, I just can’t believe that. I wanted you for a very long time and you denied me. Don’t you think it’s only fair that I deny you?”
Halley’s brows furrowed. She could not leave his house unsatisfied. She frowned at him. He walked out to her, his body hardly an inch from hers. He felt her shiver. “If you come in this house, Halley, I’m going to have to punish you,” he whispered. “It’s either you come in this house and accept your punishment or walk away, and I don’t want to ever see you here again.”
Tears rimmed Halley’s eyes. She knew the punishment would be brutal, that he would probably satisfy her only after he broke her. She knew he meant serious business tonight. She also knew that this was why she never answered his calls and why she stood on his porch in his favorite outfit.
“I’ll take the punishment, Sir.”
“Come in, Halley”
He stepped to the side and she walked past him, into the house feeling swallowed whole. She immediately walked into the living room and knelt on the ground, her eyes downcast, her arms at her sides. She felt the vibration of the wood flooring under his heavy steps. His boots made the most masculine thuds on the floor. She felt his hand tangle in her blonde hair. He grabbed her hair and wrenched it back so that she was forced to scream out and look up at him.
“How many of those calls did you really miss, Halley?”
“Two, Sir”
“And the other two?”
Halley was silent. She was afraid to tell him. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her back further, making her back arch. She reached up and grabbed his arm.
“Let go and answer me!”
She let her hands fall to her sides. “I purposefully didn’t answer your calls, Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because, Sir, I…”
“You what?”
“I got off on it, Sir,” she screamed. He let her hair go. He sat on the couch behind her and pushed his boot under her ass. He lifted her ass making her bend forward, her face in the ground. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and saw her wet cunt dripping down her thighs. He grinned. She would have loved to see his grin, but he was going to play the harsh master tonight and could not allow her to see his pleasure. He rubbed his boot along her shaven pussy. He heard her muffle a moan.
“Get up and get and get the book.”
Halley obeyed. The book was a thin black book in which her Master recorded all of the bad things she did. He made her recite the contents of the book after she misbehaved. She brought the book to him and knelt at his feet.
“What the fuck am I supposed to write with, Halley?” he growled at her. She jumped up and ran to get a red ink pen. Her worst mistakes were written in red. She handed him the pen and he snatched it away. She knelt before him again. He wrote the date and handed her the book.
“What am I to write, Sir?”
“You know what you’re to write.”
He watched her intently as she scribbled on the page. When she was done he made her stand and tell her what she had written.
“Today I came to my Master’s house uncalled for, and I denied him twice before by purposefully not answering his calls.” Halley kissed the page in the book making a thick, red lip mark as she did whenever she wrote in the book. Her Master subdued a grin. She handed it back to him, and he told her to get over his lap. She crawled over his lap and awaited her punishment. She felt his hand rubbing her ass in round strokes. She felt his finger trace the crease in the center. He kneaded her cheeks firmly, making her body relax and her pussy wetter. He brought the book down hard. Her body immediately tensed as she called out. The book landed on her ass again and again. She started to wriggle on his lap trying to avoid the blows. It was futile. It only served to anger him more.
“Oh, please, no!” she called to him.
“No? Are you telling me no, you little bitch? I don’t hear from you in a week. YOU denied ME for a week, Halley, and now you’re telling me no again?” His blows hit her harder and his lap was wet with her cream.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry. I won’t ever do it again. Please, no!”
He grabbed her mouth with his free had and shoved a finger in it. She moaned and sucked on his finger as he continued to pummel her ass with the book. “Did you think it was funny, Halley? Handing me a big ‘Fuck you’ by not answering to me. That’s what you were doing, Bitch.”
Halley shook her head, tears streaming down her face. He stopped spanking her. She just continued to cry and suck his finger. He pushed her off his lap without soothing her.
“Put on your collar, Bitch”
Halley went to retrieve her collar. It was a thick red collar with metal studs surrounding it. She had helped him pick it out. She returned to kneel in front of him, her collar wrapped snugly around her throat. He looked down at her for a minute or two.
“Undress.” His voice set Halley into motion. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. He watched her breasts tumble out and lie on her chest. She had very nice breasts; it was his fetish to suck on them and listen to her moan. He watched her little hands pull her skirt off and take off her heels. He wanted her to touch him. His palms were getting moist and his lips were dry. Halley knew better than to take off her thigh highs; he liked those. She knelt before him again.
He pushed his boot in her face. She grabbed it and pulled off his foot. He thrust the other at her and she did the same. He stood and pulled his shirt off. Halley looked up at him and watched his muscles flex under his skin. She flinched when their eyes met and looked down at her lap again. She felt the cold metal of the leash at the back of her neck. He tugged it, pulling her on all fours. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and traced his fingers along her skin. He went down the center of her back and over her red streaked bottom. He played with her cunt and reached under to grab her breast. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear
“What are you?”
“You’re bitch, Sir”
“Mmm, yes. Say it again.”
“I’m you’re bitch, Sir”
He knelt behind her and asked her again what she was. Halley felt his tongue enter her and his finger assault her ass. He pushed his finger deep in her and shoved in another. His tongue flicked at her clit and sucked her pussy.
“I’m you’re bitch in heat, Sir,” she moaned, hoping her legs and arms would hold her up.
“Are you sorry?” he asked from under her and began licking her again.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry”
She was screaming now and bucking herself on his face. He got up and grabbed the leash. He led her into his bedroom. He had the bed made up in crimson silk. He had been expecting her since last week. He always made up the bed in that soft silk with the violent, passionate color. A pang of guilt went through Halley as he pulled her on to the bed. He lay flat on his back and Halley went to work undoing his pants and pulling them down. She was going to make it all up to him.
His cock was hard and sticking straight at her. She licked the tip of his cock making sure to keep her back perfectly arched. He liked to watch her back curve. She could feel his eyes caressing her as her tongue caressed his shaft. She placed her tongue flat on his balls and licked her way up to his tip. She did this all around his cock before she felt his hand at the back of her neck. He guided his erection into her mouth. She sucked him slowly into the back of her mouth. When she was sure he was lubed up with saliva and precum she allowed his cock into her throat. He rewarded her with a moan. She swallowed him whole, her throat contracting around him. He thrust into her mouth and she gagged on him. Her fingers played with his thighs and balls. He pulled her off of him and kissed her juice covered chin. He rolled her under him and kissed her neck, her breasts, her arm.
Halley felt him enter her and gasped. He thrust into her and she wrapped her legs around him. Her body found his rhythm and she ground back on his cock. He lifted her from the bed and she held on to him. He fucked her while she was skewered on his cock, bouncing in helpless ecstasy.
“Sir, I…I…oh my god!”
“Yes, puppet?”
“I need to cum!”
“You need to what?”
“I need to cum, Sir!” Halley’s mind was in a whirl. She knew only her need to release the energy that her Sir was thrusting into her. Her lips mumbled her pleas. She was begging him to allow her to cum.
“No”
“Sir, please!”
“No. Not yet.” He thrust faster into her and her head lolled back, the ends of her blonde hair brushing the pillow. Her mouth hung agape and her lips glistened with his sweetness. Her eyes stared without seeing. He loved seeing her so completely helpless. He felt he would cum soon. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her close.
“You may cum, pet,” he whispered. Halley didn’t come out of her trance but her body responded, jerking and twisting in her explosion. He pounded his cock into her as he came, cum leaking out of her and down his dick. He heard her make some sort of noise before she sighed and her body collapsed. He dropped beside her on the bed and felt her lips on his neck. He kissed her forehead.
“Why did you leave me waiting, Halley? I missed you. You’ve been so good for months. Why misbehave?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but it’s been so long since I was punished. I had to give you an incentive to do it. Besides, you like punishing me. I like it too. Think of it as a gift, Sir.”
