This is what was waiting to greet Master when he arrived home from work yesterday. It was slavegirl with ‘all the acoutrements’
We have a rule that if I am home before Master, I am to greet him at the door in a proper slave-like fashion. Since I had been working full-time for the last few months, it had been quite a while since I had greeted him in the ‘proper fashion’.
Default slavegirl outfit, boots, cuffs, butt plug and heavy makeup. I really was slavegirl with a side of slut.
The butt plug of choice was Mr. Purple. It had been quite a while since Mr. Purple had seen anything but the light of day, so I thought he might like an outing into the great dark unknown. I lubed him up and braced myself for entry, trying to relax but also ready to wince at the same time. He slid in like he’d never been gone and did he feel good! OMG, it’s been waaay too long since a butt plug has felt good. I’d almost forgotten they can.
By this stage it was 5:15pm and Master should have been pulling up in the driveway any minute. I knelt there on the floor, feeling Mr. Purple stretching and filling me. He was lulling me into a lovely warm place with rainbows and talking rabbits. In my boots and leather, I felt so alive. Before I knew it, my hand moving down to my clit felt like the most natural thing in the world. I’d never realised just how my rings would feel with me kneeling in that position. I was ready to spread my lips and seek my clit, but there it was sitting plump and exposed with my lips peeled back by the weight of the rings.
There was only one thing wrong with this situation. I am not allowed to touch myself without express permission from Master. The barbell in my clit reminded me that it’s not my cunt to play with and I knew I was in trouble.
It was several hours later when I finally fessed up:
“I have something to confess.”
He immediately got that strained look on his face and started breathing quickly.
“Well, it’s nothing major…but…well…when I was getting ready for you this afternoon, I put Mr. Purple in and he felt so good….so…”
“So, you played with yourself.”
“Yes, I was feeling so horny and….”
“What have I told you?”
“That I’m not to play with myself without your permission.”
“Exactly. And why?”
“Because it’s not my cunt to play with.”
“Well, I think the punishment should fit the crime. Put your boots on, Mr. Purple in and give me three orgasms.”
Master had spent an hour or so earlier pummelling me with Mr. Purple. Shoving him in deeper, plunging him in and out and my asshole was red raw. I wanted it to just be left alone, but I’d done the deed and now I had to live with the consequences.
He snapped pictures the whole time just to make me feel more humiliated. I am a slave to Master, but also a slave to my own animal instincts.