A Modern Kajira Part 3 The Collaring
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kata was awakened at the crack of dawn by a rough prod from her Master. “On your feet, girl!”
kata stood obediently, then did a groggy obeisance. Master prodded her head with his foot. “No time! I have to be at work in forty-five minutes. Go into the closet and get the dark-grey herringbone suit jacket, its matching trousers, the black woven belt, a fresh white shirt, the charcoal heather socks with the red seams, the black boxers and the red-diamond tie. In the drawer are My cufflinks and tie clip. I want the claw-shaped cufflinks and the tarn tie clip. Place these at My feet. Do you know how to iron?”
“Yes, Master,” answered kata humbly.
“Good. The iron and board are in the closet down the hall. When you have found all of the clothes, bring the iron back here and iron everything except the cufflinks, belt and tie clip while I watch.”
kata bowed and headed over to the indicated closet to fetch her Master’s ironing, but she was stopped by another order. “No! Come back here. I want you to wear these.”
kata turned around and hurried to her Master, who produced a length of red cord from the bedside table. “Stand tall, with your slave-tits out as far as possible. Lift up your tits and hold them out by the nipples” kata did so, stretching her smooth, heavy breasts out by their puffy nipples until they formed cones. Her nipples began to ache pleasurably as she did so, reminding her of the abuse they had taken last night.
Swiftly and dexterously, Master bound the cord around her breasts in the classical shinju form, making them swell into taut, aching balloons and constricting her breath. She stifled a moan of pleasure and stood at attention, waiting for his command to move.
Master gave her swollen, sensitive breasts a hearty smack with the flat of his hand. “Nice and juicy, like big beefsteak tomatoes. I’d like to nibble on those juicy slave titties, but now isn’t the time. Move!”
kata bowed again, then turned and went to the closet, her restrained breasts sensitive to every breath of air or change of motion. Her pussy began to become wet again, and the dull, throbbing warmth returned. In the dim light it was difficult to see colors and textures, but after some effort she was able to find all of the specified clothes. In even more of a hurry because of the time wasted, she rushed to the indicated drawer as a slave, with short quick steps and with her head turned down and to the left. She could see Master tapping his feet with impatience, and she redoubled her efforts to be a paragon of seductive efficiency.
Finally, she had gathered all of the clothing and jewelry. She placed the clothing at Master’s feet, kneeling to do so in order that her Master might see how they wobbled in their restraints and how big her nipples looked, stretched by the force of tissue behind them. Master nodded approvingly, then clapped his hands and pointed to the door as a signal to go get the iron.
kata hurried out the door, again using the short, swift steps that made her bound breasts hum with subdued pleasure. In the tall, forbidding rosewood closet marked “Linens”, there stood a large silver fiberglass ironing board with a white nylon top which stood nearly as high as her shoulder, near a spray-bottle full of water. She hoisted the 30-pound board onto her back and carried the spray-bottle of water in her teeth; an effective but unnecessarily undignified way of handling the object. Nevertheless, she knew that Master would be pleased to see her carrying it on her back like a good slave.
Master was waiting near the door of the room, and motioned her to come in immediately rather than making her stand at the doorjamb waiting for permission. It was evident that he really WAS in a hurry.
kata unfolded the board and set it upright, then crawled to her Master’s feet and lifted the pile of clothes, rising in a squat to display her open, semi-wet pussy and her cum-crusted inner thighs like a territorial mark. Master glanced approvingly at the swollen orifice. Her labia were bright pink and still tender from last night’s usage, and the opening of her vagina itself was noticeably larger than it had been the previous day. She blushed to see him looking at her, and bent her head still lower as she turned, arms full of clothing, and hoisted Master’s suit and tie onto the ironing board.
When she was free, she had owned only two articles of clothing that required ironing: A black cocktail dress and a navy-blue skirtsuit with blouse. Although this meant that she had very little experience with ironing, the fact that her ironable clothing had been the most delicate and expensive in her wardrobe made her instinctively careful at her job. She ran the iron on the “Wool” setting over the coat and trousers, making the stiff pleats which she had noticed by observation that Master liked. She turned the temperature down a bit to do the socks, making sure that she sprayed enough water on them so that the socks turned out fluffy as well as neatly pressed. She took extra care on the silk tie and shirt.
Just as she had finished the shirt and was folding it into a pile with the other clothing, she felt something smooth and cold at the mouth of her pussy. Before she could even turn around, the object had fully invaded her. It was enormous, much larger than Master’s cock, and felt like metal. She looked down to see a huge, ornately-carved steel dildo protruding from her.
“M-Master?!” she squeaked, turning her head to look behind her.
Master covered her mouth with his hand, just in case she screamed. She didn’t, and he lowered his hand. “You will wear this in you at all times when you are away from me. The end is enlarged, so it should stay in place; not that your tight heat needs it. I have cameras on you, and if you touch it or try to make yourself come with it, you will be whipped in proportion to your transgression.”
“Yes, Master. This slave will be good and come only for her Master,” she mumbled. Already she was feeling the cruel dildo begin to torment her. Since she had been only slightly wet when it went in, it stung a little, but the way it sat inside her was pleasurable enough that she loosened up, and soon she could feel herself begin to throb with need. This would be a long day. Master smiled cruelly at his clearly suffering kajira and dressed himself in everything but his pants and belt. He turned around, grinning wickedly with his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his underwear. It was heartbreaking to be able to see the tip and shaft of his weapon, but not to be able to see his fat, hairy balls.
“Suck me, slave.”
kata gave a quiet cry of despair. This was the most devious torture yet! She would be front of His masterful rod, with it right in her line of sight and in her mouth where she could taste the salt of His skin; and furthermore, the nadu position would be hell on her pussy, as it would be wide open and the protruding dildo would be right against the floor, pushing itself deeper inside her with the slightest motion.
She whimpered, then took the cock into her mouth. She couldn’t take it as deep because of his boxers, so she compensated by running her tongue around the head and pursing her lips around the shaft to provide different degrees of suction. Master Nathan grunted appreciatively, and kata stepped up her efforts, delicately licking his urethral slit and moving her tongue in a sort of corkscrew motion. She had to be terribly careful not to shift position, lest the dildo move inside her and provoke an orgasm. She licked and sucked with her eyes looking up at her Master to evaluate His facial expressions so she could please Him better.
Master Nathan tensed His body and groaned, then suddenly pulled out of her mouth with a popping sound. He placed his hands around the root of his cock in order to protect his underwear from His thick, virile cum.
“Keep your mouth open, stick your tongue out and turn your face up like a good slut!” he said hoarsely. kata did so, half-closing her eyes in the sweet, vulnerable way He enjoyed.
There was a drawn-out growl from Master, and then hot ropes of seed hit her face. Master had good aim, and a substantial amount of it hit its target; her obediently protruding tongue. The rest splashed upon her face, covering her smeared lips and mascara-covered cheeks and dripping into her short, wild nest of hair that was already knotted with sweat and abuse.
“DRINK IT, SLAVE! DRINK IT DOWN LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE!”
When it was over, kata licked the salty, faintly bleach-tasting cum off of her lips and looked up at her Master, her eyebrows and lashes beaded with His seed.
“What an obedient little slut,” remarked Master in amusement. “But let’s see how obedient you are when you have to do the housework with a 9-by-1.5 dildo in your heat and not come. I see your slime oozing out of that slave slit already. Scrubbing the bathroom is going to be awfully hard with that steel rod going in and out, in and out…”
He deliberately emphasized the words “in and out”, smiling as she let out a sound between a whimper and a moan and closed her eyes at those terrible words. With the dildo stretching her hole and shifting around against her G-spot, she could not help but imagine last night’s activity. His rod going in and out, in and out as He used her pussy and she came, and came, and came…
He produced a pair of shears from the drawer and cut her breast bonds. “Don’t want those ripe slave titties getting overripe.” He stood and looked down at her, his face stern. “Your list of tasks is on the dresser. You will have all of these tasks completed by five o’clock. You have fifteen minutes to eat lunch at noon, but other than that you may not rest. You may not clean yourself or apply makeup. And remember: I am watching you.” He then turned, walked out the door, and was gone in an instant.
Walking gingerly, kata minced over to the table and scanned the list.
“1: Clear and wash breakfast dishes and wash table. On every other morning, you will make me breakfast.
2: Clean the kitchen, wipe down the counters with bleach, vacuum and mop the kitchen floors. Clean the oven and microwave. Change the garbage bag and wash the bin.
3: Vacuum the hallway and the parlor. Dust all windowsills and wash all windows. Dust bookshelves, vacuum all couches and clean out the couch cracks. Wash loose change found in the couch cracks and place it in the red pottery dish on the table next to the sofa.
4: Sort and wash the laundry. The dry-clean-only laundry should be placed in the designated basket. Clean out the catch-pockets of the dryer. Place the lint in the rubbish bin, then clean the bin and replace the bag.
5: Clean the floors of the bathroom using the Swiffer. Wash the sinks and toilet with the paper towel that is provided. Clean the toilet with Ajax, then disinfect with disinfecting spray. Clean the tub, then spray bleach in the shower to kill mold.
6: During the time that it takes for the bleach to work, you may eat lunch. If the shower has not been sprayed before noon, you may not eat. If the task has been completed before noon, you still have only fifteen minutes to eat. Bread, cheese and an apple will be provided. You may not use utensils. Eat over the sink to prevent crumbs. Eat the core of the apple, except the poisonous seeds. These you may wash down the garbage disposal.
7: Finish cleaning the shower. All paper towels used for cleaning will be thrown in the garbage. Change the bag in the bin, clean the bin and take the full bag to the incinerator in the basement, along with the kitchen and laundry room bags.
8: Vacuum the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. Change the sheets and clean up any cum stains. Wash the love furs SEPARATE FROM the other laundry.
9: Water plants in the greenhouse if they are dry. Water will contain 1 part general-purpose fertilizer to 10 parts water. Deadhead any flowers. Select two white lilies and two red roses, as well as three sprigs of bleeding-heart. Arrange them in fertilizer water in the brass vase in the middle of the table.
10: Arrange five red candles around the centerpiece. Mist the centerpiece if it looks wilty. Do not light them. Shower and in cold water. Shave entire body and moisturize with cherry-blossom lotion. Do your makeup. I want red lipstick, purple eyeshadow, black eyeliner, bronzer, mascara and red nail polish. Do not at ANY point remove or touch the dildo. Wash around it. Mop the water off the floors and replace all products.”
11: Make dinner. I want fettuccine pasta with alfredo sauce; salad with lettuce, spinach, onions, tomatoes, cucumber, olives and Greek dressing, with feta cheese on top; and sliced bread with garlic dipping oil. This will be served on the red-figured china. Beer will be served in a chilled stein. Dessert will be fruit salad with melon, orange, pineapple and sliced g****s, with whipped cream on top.
When kata saw the immense list, her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back and started in on her work. She had grown up on a farm and was used to work, so it did not take her as long as it might have, even though she was waddling with her legs apart and sometimes had to stop and fight off an orgasm. She was finished with her before-noon work by 11:45, and was able to quickly eat her bread and cheese. She did not wait the whole fifteen minutes, but she figured Master would not mind if she was efficient. But oh, it was torture! The pleasure fought its way through her insides, threatening to spill over in a tremendous orgasm. Her piteously swollen pussy reflexively sucked and mouthed the dildo as though it had a life of its own. If only she could have just one stroke! One thrust, and then the torment would be over! But she could not, did not, even though the need was so pressing that it was like being deprived of air.
At four o’clock, her chores were finally over, and she retreated into the bathroom to wash the sweat and cum off of her aching body. The cold water did not exactly make for a pleasant or relaxing shower, so she had to work fast. She dried herself thoroughly, blow-dried her hair for maximum volume, and applied makeup to his specifications. She thought she was ready, she thought she had succeeded…
But she slipped. She slipped on the wet floor, her feet went out from under her, and she fell on her back. The sudden motion jostled the dildo inside her, and she came. It was like a lighting bolt piercing her womb and traveling up her spine to her brain, igniting every internal organ in painfully intense pleasure. Her muscles seized, her vision went white, and she could hear nothing but her heartbeat and her own screams.
The orgasmic contractions moved the dildo around inside her, hitting every sensitive spot, and she came again, and again; one orgasm on top of another. Her throat was sore from screaming, and finally, mercifully, she blacked out.
She woke a few moments later and checked the digital clock above the cupboard. It was 4:55! She considered cleaning herself up, but she looked up at the very visible video camera and decided that there was no use hiding her shame from her Master. He had already seen her transgression on his computer, and she would only get into more trouble for lying to him.
Head hung low, she stumbled to the kitchen, crying silently so that her makeup ran down her cheeks. Her own juices dripped down her legs, and the dildo made a sucking sound as her dripping pussy mouthed it in satisfaction while she walked. The swollen walls and labia were still very sensitive, and if she had wanted she could have brought herself off again.
She knelt in front of the door and assumed the position, her legs wide open so that He could see her cum-soaked slit and thighs, as well as the cruel dildo protruding from her. There was no reason to hide it, and she sat weeping with her head down for her Master to come home.
A key turned in the lock, and she felt a chill of fear steal over her. Master was home.
kata stood obediently, then did a groggy obeisance. Master prodded her head with his foot. “No time! I have to be at work in forty-five minutes. Go into the closet and get the dark-grey herringbone suit jacket, its matching trousers, the black woven belt, a fresh white shirt, the charcoal heather socks with the red seams, the black boxers and the red-diamond tie. In the drawer are My cufflinks and tie clip. I want the claw-shaped cufflinks and the tarn tie clip. Place these at My feet. Do you know how to iron?”
“Yes, Master,” answered kata humbly.
“Good. The iron and board are in the closet down the hall. When you have found all of the clothes, bring the iron back here and iron everything except the cufflinks, belt and tie clip while I watch.”
kata bowed and headed over to the indicated closet to fetch her Master’s ironing, but she was stopped by another order. “No! Come back here. I want you to wear these.”
kata turned around and hurried to her Master, who produced a length of red cord from the bedside table. “Stand tall, with your slave-tits out as far as possible. Lift up your tits and hold them out by the nipples” kata did so, stretching her smooth, heavy breasts out by their puffy nipples until they formed cones. Her nipples began to ache pleasurably as she did so, reminding her of the abuse they had taken last night.
Swiftly and dexterously, Master bound the cord around her breasts in the classical shinju form, making them swell into taut, aching balloons and constricting her breath. She stifled a moan of pleasure and stood at attention, waiting for his command to move.
Master gave her swollen, sensitive breasts a hearty smack with the flat of his hand. “Nice and juicy, like big beefsteak tomatoes. I’d like to nibble on those juicy slave titties, but now isn’t the time. Move!”
kata bowed again, then turned and went to the closet, her restrained breasts sensitive to every breath of air or change of motion. Her pussy began to become wet again, and the dull, throbbing warmth returned. In the dim light it was difficult to see colors and textures, but after some effort she was able to find all of the specified clothes. In even more of a hurry because of the time wasted, she rushed to the indicated drawer as a slave, with short quick steps and with her head turned down and to the left. She could see Master tapping his feet with impatience, and she redoubled her efforts to be a paragon of seductive efficiency.
Finally, she had gathered all of the clothing and jewelry. She placed the clothing at Master’s feet, kneeling to do so in order that her Master might see how they wobbled in their restraints and how big her nipples looked, stretched by the force of tissue behind them. Master nodded approvingly, then clapped his hands and pointed to the door as a signal to go get the iron.
kata hurried out the door, again using the short, swift steps that made her bound breasts hum with subdued pleasure. In the tall, forbidding rosewood closet marked “Linens”, there stood a large silver fiberglass ironing board with a white nylon top which stood nearly as high as her shoulder, near a spray-bottle full of water. She hoisted the 30-pound board onto her back and carried the spray-bottle of water in her teeth; an effective but unnecessarily undignified way of handling the object. Nevertheless, she knew that Master would be pleased to see her carrying it on her back like a good slave.
Master was waiting near the door of the room, and motioned her to come in immediately rather than making her stand at the doorjamb waiting for permission. It was evident that he really WAS in a hurry.
kata unfolded the board and set it upright, then crawled to her Master’s feet and lifted the pile of clothes, rising in a squat to display her open, semi-wet pussy and her cum-crusted inner thighs like a territorial mark. Master glanced approvingly at the swollen orifice. Her labia were bright pink and still tender from last night’s usage, and the opening of her vagina itself was noticeably larger than it had been the previous day. She blushed to see him looking at her, and bent her head still lower as she turned, arms full of clothing, and hoisted Master’s suit and tie onto the ironing board.
When she was free, she had owned only two articles of clothing that required ironing: A black cocktail dress and a navy-blue skirtsuit with blouse. Although this meant that she had very little experience with ironing, the fact that her ironable clothing had been the most delicate and expensive in her wardrobe made her instinctively careful at her job. She ran the iron on the “Wool” setting over the coat and trousers, making the stiff pleats which she had noticed by observation that Master liked. She turned the temperature down a bit to do the socks, making sure that she sprayed enough water on them so that the socks turned out fluffy as well as neatly pressed. She took extra care on the silk tie and shirt.
Just as she had finished the shirt and was folding it into a pile with the other clothing, she felt something smooth and cold at the mouth of her pussy. Before she could even turn around, the object had fully invaded her. It was enormous, much larger than Master’s cock, and felt like metal. She looked down to see a huge, ornately-carved steel dildo protruding from her.
“M-Master?!” she squeaked, turning her head to look behind her.
Master covered her mouth with his hand, just in case she screamed. She didn’t, and he lowered his hand. “You will wear this in you at all times when you are away from me. The end is enlarged, so it should stay in place; not that your tight heat needs it. I have cameras on you, and if you touch it or try to make yourself come with it, you will be whipped in proportion to your transgression.”
“Yes, Master. This slave will be good and come only for her Master,” she mumbled. Already she was feeling the cruel dildo begin to torment her. Since she had been only slightly wet when it went in, it stung a little, but the way it sat inside her was pleasurable enough that she loosened up, and soon she could feel herself begin to throb with need. This would be a long day. Master smiled cruelly at his clearly suffering kajira and dressed himself in everything but his pants and belt. He turned around, grinning wickedly with his hard cock sticking out of the fly of his underwear. It was heartbreaking to be able to see the tip and shaft of his weapon, but not to be able to see his fat, hairy balls.
“Suck me, slave.”
kata gave a quiet cry of despair. This was the most devious torture yet! She would be front of His masterful rod, with it right in her line of sight and in her mouth where she could taste the salt of His skin; and furthermore, the nadu position would be hell on her pussy, as it would be wide open and the protruding dildo would be right against the floor, pushing itself deeper inside her with the slightest motion.
She whimpered, then took the cock into her mouth. She couldn’t take it as deep because of his boxers, so she compensated by running her tongue around the head and pursing her lips around the shaft to provide different degrees of suction. Master Nathan grunted appreciatively, and kata stepped up her efforts, delicately licking his urethral slit and moving her tongue in a sort of corkscrew motion. She had to be terribly careful not to shift position, lest the dildo move inside her and provoke an orgasm. She licked and sucked with her eyes looking up at her Master to evaluate His facial expressions so she could please Him better.
Master Nathan tensed His body and groaned, then suddenly pulled out of her mouth with a popping sound. He placed his hands around the root of his cock in order to protect his underwear from His thick, virile cum.
“Keep your mouth open, stick your tongue out and turn your face up like a good slut!” he said hoarsely. kata did so, half-closing her eyes in the sweet, vulnerable way He enjoyed.
There was a drawn-out growl from Master, and then hot ropes of seed hit her face. Master had good aim, and a substantial amount of it hit its target; her obediently protruding tongue. The rest splashed upon her face, covering her smeared lips and mascara-covered cheeks and dripping into her short, wild nest of hair that was already knotted with sweat and abuse.
“DRINK IT, SLAVE! DRINK IT DOWN LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE!”
When it was over, kata licked the salty, faintly bleach-tasting cum off of her lips and looked up at her Master, her eyebrows and lashes beaded with His seed.
“What an obedient little slut,” remarked Master in amusement. “But let’s see how obedient you are when you have to do the housework with a 9-by-1.5 dildo in your heat and not come. I see your slime oozing out of that slave slit already. Scrubbing the bathroom is going to be awfully hard with that steel rod going in and out, in and out…”
He deliberately emphasized the words “in and out”, smiling as she let out a sound between a whimper and a moan and closed her eyes at those terrible words. With the dildo stretching her hole and shifting around against her G-spot, she could not help but imagine last night’s activity. His rod going in and out, in and out as He used her pussy and she came, and came, and came…
He produced a pair of shears from the drawer and cut her breast bonds. “Don’t want those ripe slave titties getting overripe.” He stood and looked down at her, his face stern. “Your list of tasks is on the dresser. You will have all of these tasks completed by five o’clock. You have fifteen minutes to eat lunch at noon, but other than that you may not rest. You may not clean yourself or apply makeup. And remember: I am watching you.” He then turned, walked out the door, and was gone in an instant.
Walking gingerly, kata minced over to the table and scanned the list.
“1: Clear and wash breakfast dishes and wash table. On every other morning, you will make me breakfast.
2: Clean the kitchen, wipe down the counters with bleach, vacuum and mop the kitchen floors. Clean the oven and microwave. Change the garbage bag and wash the bin.
3: Vacuum the hallway and the parlor. Dust all windowsills and wash all windows. Dust bookshelves, vacuum all couches and clean out the couch cracks. Wash loose change found in the couch cracks and place it in the red pottery dish on the table next to the sofa.
4: Sort and wash the laundry. The dry-clean-only laundry should be placed in the designated basket. Clean out the catch-pockets of the dryer. Place the lint in the rubbish bin, then clean the bin and replace the bag.
5: Clean the floors of the bathroom using the Swiffer. Wash the sinks and toilet with the paper towel that is provided. Clean the toilet with Ajax, then disinfect with disinfecting spray. Clean the tub, then spray bleach in the shower to kill mold.
6: During the time that it takes for the bleach to work, you may eat lunch. If the shower has not been sprayed before noon, you may not eat. If the task has been completed before noon, you still have only fifteen minutes to eat. Bread, cheese and an apple will be provided. You may not use utensils. Eat over the sink to prevent crumbs. Eat the core of the apple, except the poisonous seeds. These you may wash down the garbage disposal.
7: Finish cleaning the shower. All paper towels used for cleaning will be thrown in the garbage. Change the bag in the bin, clean the bin and take the full bag to the incinerator in the basement, along with the kitchen and laundry room bags.
8: Vacuum the master bedroom and the guest bedroom. Change the sheets and clean up any cum stains. Wash the love furs SEPARATE FROM the other laundry.
9: Water plants in the greenhouse if they are dry. Water will contain 1 part general-purpose fertilizer to 10 parts water. Deadhead any flowers. Select two white lilies and two red roses, as well as three sprigs of bleeding-heart. Arrange them in fertilizer water in the brass vase in the middle of the table.
10: Arrange five red candles around the centerpiece. Mist the centerpiece if it looks wilty. Do not light them. Shower and in cold water. Shave entire body and moisturize with cherry-blossom lotion. Do your makeup. I want red lipstick, purple eyeshadow, black eyeliner, bronzer, mascara and red nail polish. Do not at ANY point remove or touch the dildo. Wash around it. Mop the water off the floors and replace all products.”
11: Make dinner. I want fettuccine pasta with alfredo sauce; salad with lettuce, spinach, onions, tomatoes, cucumber, olives and Greek dressing, with feta cheese on top; and sliced bread with garlic dipping oil. This will be served on the red-figured china. Beer will be served in a chilled stein. Dessert will be fruit salad with melon, orange, pineapple and sliced g****s, with whipped cream on top.
When kata saw the immense list, her eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back and started in on her work. She had grown up on a farm and was used to work, so it did not take her as long as it might have, even though she was waddling with her legs apart and sometimes had to stop and fight off an orgasm. She was finished with her before-noon work by 11:45, and was able to quickly eat her bread and cheese. She did not wait the whole fifteen minutes, but she figured Master would not mind if she was efficient. But oh, it was torture! The pleasure fought its way through her insides, threatening to spill over in a tremendous orgasm. Her piteously swollen pussy reflexively sucked and mouthed the dildo as though it had a life of its own. If only she could have just one stroke! One thrust, and then the torment would be over! But she could not, did not, even though the need was so pressing that it was like being deprived of air.
At four o’clock, her chores were finally over, and she retreated into the bathroom to wash the sweat and cum off of her aching body. The cold water did not exactly make for a pleasant or relaxing shower, so she had to work fast. She dried herself thoroughly, blow-dried her hair for maximum volume, and applied makeup to his specifications. She thought she was ready, she thought she had succeeded…
But she slipped. She slipped on the wet floor, her feet went out from under her, and she fell on her back. The sudden motion jostled the dildo inside her, and she came. It was like a lighting bolt piercing her womb and traveling up her spine to her brain, igniting every internal organ in painfully intense pleasure. Her muscles seized, her vision went white, and she could hear nothing but her heartbeat and her own screams.
The orgasmic contractions moved the dildo around inside her, hitting every sensitive spot, and she came again, and again; one orgasm on top of another. Her throat was sore from screaming, and finally, mercifully, she blacked out.
She woke a few moments later and checked the digital clock above the cupboard. It was 4:55! She considered cleaning herself up, but she looked up at the very visible video camera and decided that there was no use hiding her shame from her Master. He had already seen her transgression on his computer, and she would only get into more trouble for lying to him.
Head hung low, she stumbled to the kitchen, crying silently so that her makeup ran down her cheeks. Her own juices dripped down her legs, and the dildo made a sucking sound as her dripping pussy mouthed it in satisfaction while she walked. The swollen walls and labia were still very sensitive, and if she had wanted she could have brought herself off again.
She knelt in front of the door and assumed the position, her legs wide open so that He could see her cum-soaked slit and thighs, as well as the cruel dildo protruding from her. There was no reason to hide it, and she sat weeping with her head down for her Master to come home.
A key turned in the lock, and she felt a chill of fear steal over her. Master was home.
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