My mobile phone beeped to indicate a text message. I jumped as I saw who it was from. The message read "I'll be there at 6. Be waiting or you'll be in trouble".

I felt a rush through my body and I shuddered with pleasure. Already I was excited, just thinking about what would happen later.

In my day to day life I'm not submissive at all. I like things my way, I like to feel in control. But when it comes to sex, it's a different story. The message was from my master, and when he told me what to do, I did it, eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please him.

I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, I was so aroused I could feel the dampness in my crotch. By early afternoon I just had to relieve the pressure. I ran my hands down my body and felt between my pussy lips. The wetness was amazing and I pushed my fingers in deeper and deeper, speeding up the rhythm until I came, gasping.

After that, I felt a little calmer, but still the time dragged by. I ran a bath, then shaved my pussy so it was completely hairless, the way he liked it. Last time we fucked, I had forgotten to do this and my master was very displeased. I can still remember how red my arse cheeks were afterwards and I didn't want to anger him again.

After shaving, I rubbed moisturiser all over my body, especially around my now smooth pussy and I couldn't resist the temptation to finger my clit. I was so turned on, I thought I would burst if I didn't get fucked soon.

Just then, the phone rang. I leapt to answer it and felt my pussy tingle as I heard his familiar voice.

"I'll be there if 5 minutes. Be ready for me."

"Yes Master" I answered and he put the phone down without another word.

I rushed upstairs and got dressed. This didn't take long, as my master had very definite ideas about how a slave should look. Some time ago he had bought me a leather collar with a heavy metal lead, and leather wrist and ankle straps. The wrist straps were attached by chains to the collar, limiting my movements and making me fully aware of my slave status. I knelt down on the bedroom floor, hands resting on my thighs, head bent submissively, and waited.

Sure enough, five minutes after the phone call, I heard him walk through the front door and up the stairs. With my head still submissively bowed, all I could see were his legs and feet as he deliberately ignored me and walked past me into the room.

He moved around a while, I don't know what he was doing, except underlining the fact that he could use me or ignore me as he wished and all I could do was wait and see what happened.

Finally, he came across and stood before me. "Take my cock out" he ordered and I did so, delighted as always by its size and how hard it was.

"Suck it, slut" he commanded and again I eagerly obeyed, taking his delicious length as far into my mouth as I could. He allowed me to suck him for a while and then pulled away.

"Have you been a good girl for your Master?" he demanded and I nodded, not daring to look at him.

"Show me" he said, and I stood so he could see my shaven mound.

"That is good. And are you wet and ready for me?" I knew what was expected here, so I nodded and slipped my fingers into my dripping cunt, pulled them out and offered up my sticky hand. My master took it and licked each finger in turn. "Well done, slave, I can see you are ready. Turn around."

I turned and he pressed my head down to the floor so that my arse was raised high. I felt him kneel behind me and suddenly his huge prick was inside my cunt, thrusting steadily. It felt so good to have him inside me that, without thinking, I cried out "Oh my god, that's fucking amazing!" He instantly withdrew and pulled my up roughly. "Who gave you permission to speak, slave? Remember the rules?"

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry Master, forgive me" I stuttered.

"You will speak only when spoken to, you will say only 'Yes Master', 'No Master', 'Thank you Master' and 'Please Master'. If you want to say anything else, you must say 'Permission to speak Master'. Otherwise, what happens? You may speak."

"I will be punished, Master".

"That's right. So now you must be taught how to behave. Bend over the bed".

I turned around meekly and knelt with my arms over the end of the metal bedstead, as my Master chained me to it using my lead. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I heard him take off his wide leather belt. Then I felt it whip across my arse and I gasped out loud. The feeling of the leather against my arse cheeks was a wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain.

At each stroke of the belt, I cried out "I'm sorry, Master" as my cheeks became redder and redder. Finally my master was satisfied. He unchained me from the end of the bed and turned me around to face his enormous erection.

"Show me what a good slave you can be" he ordered and thrust my head against him, forcing me to take his full length in my mouth. I gladly sucked and licked, kneeling naked and chained before him, and suddenly he came. Bursts of spunk spilling over my face and tits, as I eagerly lapped up his cum.

When he was spent, he demanded that I follow him to the bathroom, where I obediently washed his beautiful cock as well as my spunk-covered face and tits.

As I finished drying him off, my master took my chin in his hands and said the words I needed to hear. "You are a good slut. I forgive you".