I pace up and down waiting for him to arrive. It has been months since I last saw him and the last time we spoke I really annoyed him and he told me he wouldn’t see me any more.

Nothing I have tried – playing with myself, or playing with others has satisfied me since. No one knows how to please me like he does. I plucked up the courage to text him and he called me. He said he would think about seeing me again. I waited and waited till he eventually sent me a text. It was brief and to the point, but the excitement that ran through me was indescribable. “Your place, Friday, 7pm. No touching or playing till then” It was only Monday; Friday seemed a long way away.

I had been excited all week since his text message. It had taken all of my control not to touch or play with myself. The thought of seeing him again, of being in his arms, under his control and a devoted slave willing to please him in anyway was all I could think about.

***

I hear his car pull up outside at exactly 7pm. My heart begins pounding. What will he do to/with me? Will he be in a gentle mood or am I to be punished for my behaviour and annoying him.

I quickly go and open the door; he will be annoyed if he has to wait there for me to open it.

I smile at him as he walks in past me. There is no clue in his face about if he is in a good or bad mood, or if he is pleased to see me or not. I close the door and we stand facing each other, I search his face for any indication of what he is thinking or feeling, but there is no tell tale signs of anything. My mind races as he slowly steps towards me. I open my mouth to speak, but he just puts his fingers to my lips which I presume means for me to be quiet.

He gently pushes me against the wall, pinning my wrists by my side. He lowers his head, till I can feel his breath on my neck. His lips do not touch me. My heart is pounding and my breasts are heaving as I try to catch my breath with the anticipation of what will happen next. He whispers into my ear. “You have been bad and you know I have to punish you for it.” I nod slowly as his face passes in front of mine, barley touching them, I can feel his breath on my lips, desperately wanting to kiss him, but scared to move in case I disrupt his plans and annoy him again. I know this is my last chance. I don’t want to give him any more reasons not to see me any more.

He continues to whisper “I’m not going to tell you what your punishment is, but if you want me to stay you will agree to whatever I ask of you tonight. If you obey, I will allow you to see me again. You can say no and I will leave now and not see you again. Do you understand?”

This scares me in two ways. First, I do want to see him again, but secondly I know if he puts his mind to it he could be very cruel. He knows how to test my limits, though that is part of what I love about him. He has always seemed to pick up on my mood and our ‘play’ would always reflect this, under his excellent guidance. My mind is racing. I want everything I know he can offer. I want to feel his gentleness, his warm kiss, his strong arms around me, but I also want to feel the pain of his punishments. Pulling my hair, tying me up and torturing my nipples, spanking me, fucking my arse and cunt and forcing me to suck his cock till I nearly choke on it. Somehow, it is never the same with anyone else. No one knows how to control me like he does. He has a power over me that I can’t describe.

I nodd my head. “Yes Sir, I understand. I am your slut to do with as you please. I beg you, please punish me Sir.”

“Good girl”. He releases my wrists and steps away from me. “Get undressed.” I hurriedly remove my dress then my bra and thong and stand before him naked, quivering in anticipation.

Grabbing me by the hair he forces me onto my knees and still holding me by the hair walks to the sofa, making me crawl on all fours next to him. Once he's seated he pulls me between is legs. “Take out my cock and suck it slut.” Eagerly do as instructed. His cock is straining at his jeans. My fingers fumble as I undo his belt and pulled down the zip. My hand reach inside and gently pull out his already throbbing cock. Lowering my head I begin licking round the glistening head, tracing my tongue up and around the shaft then slowly sucking his whole cock as far into my mouth as can. My head bobs up and down sucking, licking and tasting every inch of him.

His hands grab the hair at the back of my head and force my head down so that my face is pressed hard against him, his cock pressing in the back of my throat. I relax myself as best I can, then the choking reflex kicks in and I begin to gag. He releases the pressure of pushing my head down so that I can pull my lips away from his cock to take a breath. I lower my head and begin to suck him again, each time trying to take him as deep as possible, every few times he again pushes my head down to make his cock go deeper, each time I gag, and each time I feel more excited. I love it when he forces my head down onto his cock. This is what I've missed. I need a man to control me. I don’t want to be asked what I want. I want to be told what I will get. I can feel the juices dripping from my cunt. I'm aching with desire for him.

I know he likes me sucking his cock, which is why I enjoy it so much too. I love giving pleasure and as I continue to suck deeply on his shaft I feel his own desire building and know I will soon be able to taste his wonderful cum. I suck harder and faster on his cock wanting that pleasure and just when I think he is about to explode in my mouth he grabs a hand full of my hair and pulls my head away. He takes hold of his cock and slowly, but firmly he strokes his cock, holding my face in front of it. He’s going to cum over my face, he knows this is not my favourite thing, I prefer to taste him, this must be part of my test / punishment. But tonight I don’t care. I just want him to cum. I want him to continue punishing me.

I don’t have to wait long. His firm strokes bring him to orgasm and his cum spits across my face. I close my eyes as I feel the warm sticky liquid running down my cheeks, across my lips and dripping down onto my tits. He rubs his cock against my lips and says, “Lick it clean Slut.” I lick around the head of his cock, lapping up the last drops of his cum. I gently suck the head into my mouth savouring the taste of him. His cock twitches as it always does post orgasm when I suck on it, it is so sensitive after he has cum. After making sure I have licked every inch of his cock I raise my head and look at him. “Thank you Sir.”

He stands up and says “Go to the bathroom, you need that cleaning off your face slut.” I immediately go upstairs to the bathroom and got into the bath, kneeling down waiting for him to follow. He follows me upstairs and goes straight into the bedroom where I could hear him undressing. Shortly afterwards he comes into the bathroom and stood in front of me holding his still semi-hard cock. Grabbing me by the hair he holds my head so that my face is turned slightly to the side and upwards. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.” I do as I am told and then I feel the steady stream of his piss as he sprays it across my face, washing off his cum. He aims some into my mouth, which I dutifully swallow knowing how this will please him. Gradually the stream became a trickle and he pushes his cock again into my mouth for me to lick him clean and dry.

He lets go of my hair and pulls his cock away from me. I try to keep him in my mouth, I want to get him hard again, but he pulls back and slapped me across the face. “Get showered first you dirty cunt, and make it quick!” I jump up and switched on the shower as he walks back into the bedroom. I am as quick as I possibly can be. I can barely wait to get in the bedroom for more of his punishment.

To be continued . . . .