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Cum Girl was idle. Her children had left for the night & Master was away on 'business'. Though what business it was that had left her here alone for three days with so few instructions to complete she did not know. What was worse, this imposed inactivity, this lack of Master instructed sexual release, was having an affect on her body.

All day her nipples, usually so placid, had been stiff & erect rubbing themselves against the thin cotton halter she'd worn, sending sharp pulses of pleasure through her body as she'd worked, as she'd cooked tea & now as she tried to relax. And where had those pleasure pulses travelled. To her pussy which had spent the day getting wetter & wetter as she tried her best to complete her daily responsibilities. Even now she could feel her clitoris throbbing insistently & the steady trickle of cum juices seeping out of her onto the upholstery.

Cum Girl sighed. She'd tried to entertain herself this evening. She'd watched tv but found herself assessing the size of all the male leads 'assets' & wondering what it would be like to have Nurse Evans from Holby City wrap her long legs around her head whilst Cum Girl licked her swollen clit. She'd picked up the paper, tried to do the Suduko but found herself doodling pictures of herself bound in increasingly more complicated positions, her pussy, arse & mouth stuffed full of preposterously large phallus's. She'd tried to read but the words had merged, come alive & whispered forbidden temptations into her mind.

She threw down her book & looked at her watch. 9.15 too early for bed. A bath then. Perhaps a long soak would relax her, take away her sexual tension. If only he'd text, send her some instruction, give her something to do to occupy her mind & her body, but her phone sat silent beside her just as it had for most of the evening.

Upstairs, bath running, steam rising around her, she undid the ties of her halter allowing it to fall down exposing her breasts. Her nipples looked swollen & angry. Taking two fingers she gently squeezed the left one & nearly collapsed on the floor as waves of pleasure exploded through her body. This was bad. Why was she so aroused now with Master away & no form of release allowed. Distracted by her thoughts she barely noticed as her hands swept across her chest found her right nipple & gave it a hard tweak. Caught by suprise, her legs gave way and she had to grab hold of the side of the bath to stop herself from falling to her knees. Panting, she looked accusingly at her breasts. How dare they treat her like this? How dare they be so inconsiderate of Master's instructions. Getting a grip of herself she quickly undressed & started to busy herself with the bath.

Cum Girl loved her bath steaming hot & full of bubbles. She loved to lie there feeling the bubbles gently caress her skin as she daydreamed. This evening, her missing Master on her mind her thoughts drifted to the last time she'd seen him 4 long days ago. He'd been disappointed with her that night. Her attitude had been poor & she had been inattentive to his needs throughout the evening. She'd been distracted by the thought of his impending business trip & whilst wanting to make the most of the evening her mind had already started to worry about the week ahead.

"Cum Girl", he was almost shouting at her. No doubt she'd missed something he'd said.

"Yes Master", her voice quivered sensing the displeasure in his tone.

"I said 'Inspection' Cum Girl".

"Yes Master". She quickly stood, spread her legs to shoulder width, clasped her hands behind her neck, head high, faced forward, back straight, elbows wide.

He looked her over disdainfully & left the room. She maintained her position listening as she could hear him go upstairs into the bedroom. "Not the crop", she thought, "please Master not the crop. I know I've not been at my best this evening but surely I've not done anything necessitating punishment". She heard the bedroom door open & close, heard him descend the stairs, heard him enter the room, heard items being placed on the table. How much she wanted to run to him, to have him hold her in his arms, to tell him how sorry she was for being inattentive, but to break from position without Master's permission was not permitted and such actions would result in punishment. So she stood, as still as possible keeping her eyes forward, maintaining her position.

He'd left the room again. She could hear him in the kitchen, hear the clink of a glass being removed from a shelf, hear the opening & closing of the fridge, & then he was back with her. Walking across the room in front of her, heading to the garden, a glass in one hand, cigarettes in the other, then he was gone.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. Time trickled past & Master still hadn't returned. Cum Girl had never been very good at maintaining positions & she'd now been stood at Inspection for nearly 20 minutes. Her legs felt cramped, her arms ached & her head felt heavy. She felt glad that she hadn't been wearing heels as that would have put extra pressure on her calves. Then immediately wished that she'd been wearing her highest most uncomfortable shoes, the black ones with the diamante ankle strap, so that she could show Master what a good Cum Girl she was and how she could meet his expectations. Thinking this she raised her chin, trained her eyes on a spot on the wall opposite, took a firm grasp of her left wrist with her right hand behind her head & settled herself to await her Master's pleasure.

She'd not had to wait long. He'd returned shortly afterwards. His words: "Do I have your attention now Cum Girl?" were said with a hint of laughter in his voice & she knew that he wasn't angry with her, understood her distraction, loved & cared for her, & would hold her to him for the rest of the evening. They'd gone straight to bed. Master had collared her, restrained her, held her too his chest, felt the breath enter & leave her as he'd entered her, caressed her, pulled her body down onto his engorged cock & she'd breathed & sighed, pleaded with & thanked her Master as he came deep within her throbbing pussy.

Bubbles popped, a droplet of water fell from the tap into the cooling bath, the water eddied gently as Cum Girl's eyes slowly opened. As her mind returned from the past. As the daydream, complete, reached it's sweaty wonderous conclusion. Eyes wide, she tried to find a focus, staring upwards, her mind gradually returned to the here & now to the gentle eddy of the water, to her legs spread wide across the sides of the bath, to her right hand clamped hard between her legs & to her left hand stroking her gloriously smooth pubis. How she loved her pubis, the smoothness, the sheer nakedness of it, shouting out from beneath her skirts "Here I am. Come touch me! Come play with me! Look at me! Admire my gorgeous form, my beautiful shape, my wonderous colour, my wetness, my aroma". Truly she wondered how for all those years she'd allowed it to be hidden between that shapeless mass of hair & as she stroked it now she could feel the gentle rise & fall of the pubic mound, feel the fingers of her other hand deep inside her, feel the moisture between her labia, feel her clitoris a tiny rock hard diamond peeking out beneath the soft sensitive flesh of her hood, feel .... No! No! She couldn't do this. Musn't do this! Was forbidden to this! Master would be angry if he caught her like this. She would be punished if Master caught her like this.

If Master caught her like this!!!

No, she wouldn't do this. She was a good Cum Girl. She was obedient & respectful to Master's wishes & instructions. Master had said she was not to masterbate & she would not disappoint him. She wouldn't allow her carnal desires to rule her life. Master wished her to save herself for him & him alone & she would honour that instruction. Yet still the fingers of her right hand stroked their steady rhythm in & out of her pussy, still the fingers of her left hand thrumed backwards & forwards across her engorged clit, still the pulses of pleasure moved through her making her stomach tense, her breasts shudder, her breathing deeper. The gentle eddy of water was no more as her fingers responding to her body started to move faster, pummel deeper, caress more insistently. Cum Girl threw her head back, took one last look at the ceiling & shut her eyes to loose herself in a world of pleasure of her own making.

Maybe the water cooled too quickly, maybe the bubbles didn't last long enough, maybe it was the hard edge of the bath against her neck, maybe it was the too bright bathroom light that burnt against her eyelids, maybe it was the way the water washed away her pussy juices. Whatever it was something was wrong & despite her arousal the harder she tried the more her hoped for orgasm deserted her. Angry, frustrated, she pulled her fingers from her, opened her eyes, stared about accusingly looking for the culprit, splashed her clenched hand into the water & sat up. Plug pulled, water whirlpooling down the plughole, she stood up, stepped out of the bath into the slightly chilly air & wrapped the warm, thick towel around her rapidly cooling body. A terse pull on the lighcord. A slam of the door & she headed to her bedroom.

As much as Cum Girl enjoyed bathing, she enjoyed her after body care so much more. Bathing to her had always been about cleanliness rather than relaxation & although she had come to appreciate it's more sensual aspects in recent years it still wasn't the same as stroking your body witha big fluffy towel. Gently, oh & sometimes not so gently, running it across her body. Taking it in her hands & rubbing it into those secret damp places, into those folds of the skin where moisture seemed to collect & always seemed so difficult; even with the softest, warmest fluffiest towels; to remove. Beneath her breasts, under her arms, behind her knee and the back of her thighs, the nape of her neck, the tiny folds where her arse cheeks met her thighs, the inside of her elbow and of course the point where her thighs met her torso, the folds of flesh between her legs which never seemed to dry no matter how thoroughly she rubbed them with her towel.

And with towelling complete there would be the moisturising to follow, the squirt of lotion from bottle to palm, the joining of palms, spreading and circulating the lotion across them before they were released to caress her wanton body; always in same sequence arms, shoulders, feet, ankles, calves, stomach, neck, breasts, thighs, arse, pussy, hands stroking gently interspersed with deeper, firmer, more insistant massage of finger tips into oh so gently yielding flesh. So despite her disappointment in the bathroom, Cum Girl flounced her body down onto her bed. She took a deep breath and commenced her post bath routine.

15 minutes later, the moisturiser massaged into her body she stood before her mirror & viewed her shimmering body. Her moisturiser contained glitter & she admired the way the light reflected of her as she turned this way then that. Then standing face on to the mirror she parted her legs to shoulder width, straightened herself till she was as tall as her 5ft 1" height allowed & clasped her hands behind her neck, elbows out, adopting the inspection position. Thus positioned she looked on herself as her Master would view her. Looked over her petite frame, the thin but well proportioned legs & arms, firm yet with no sign of unattractive muscle, her flat stomach & well defined waist, the hint of ribs lining her torso (perhaps they protruded too much? Should she have more flesh there? Maybe she would ask Master when she saw him next), her small firm breasts, (so many times she'd wished them bigger, so many times she'd wished for a cleavage, she'd spent years in padded bras & then when she became Master's Cum Girl & she was instructed to rid herself of her bras, to leave her breasts free, available for inspection at all times, that her breasts were just as Master desired & that she should be proud of them). Pulling herself even more upright Cum Girl swelled with pride at the thought. Master loved her breasts & yes they were beautiful. A small droplet of moisture escaped her swollen labia & trickled slowly down her thigh. Cum Girl sighed.

She stood, feeling the droplet slide slowly down her inside thigh, trying 2 maintain concentration, trying to maintain her position, staring herself in the face attempting to ignore the steady progress of moisture that testified to her arousal. Her stillness, her concentration, just made her increasingly aware of the descent of her pussy juices. She could feel wetness mid thigh now & then, to make matters worse, felt another droplet start to descend the other thigh. She slowly lowered her eyes passing back over her chest, breasts, stomach til she was staring at her beautiful naked pubis. It too sparkled in the light. It looked so smooth, so soft, so inviting, so needing of gentle fingers to caress it. & it was just a gateway, for by lowering her eyes oh so slightly Cum Girl could see the wet pink folds of her vagina. It wasn't just wet, it was soaked. Little droplets hung from her labia, her vagina was liquid, there were juices seeping out of her & dribbling thickly down her thighs, but worst of all was that hanging between her legs almost to her knees was a long thin strand of pussy juice following gravities pull towards the floor & as she stood there watching it fell to the floor where Cum Girl was ashamed to notice there was a growing stain on the carpet.

Without thinking, she unclasped her hands, quickly moving her right hand between her legs to prevent any more mess. Her cum juice pooled in her hand. She brought her hand up to stop the flow. Stuffing her palm into the soaking flower of flesh. A shudder rippled through her. "Oh Master, please come home. Please Master, your Cum Girl is in need". She switched hands. Her right hand already soaked & tried to stem the flow with her left. Unthinkingly she raised her right hand to her mouth & started to lick it clean. The aroma of her arousal filled her nostrils, so pleasant, so inviting & the taste of her was on her tongue sweet & sticky, slightly salty yet so fresh. She was loosing control licking her palm in a frenzid, frentic motion, trying desperately to fill her mouth with the taste of her, then shoving her soaking sticky fingers into her wide gapping mouth; all of them, all at once, sucking hard, just as she did with Master's cock when she needed his cum to fill her. & her left hand? That was likewise rammed as far as it would go into a soaking warm wet inviting hole. Four fingers buried as far as they would go, thrusting hard into her as she tried desperately to fill her cum soaked pussy.

She fell backwards, falling half on, half off the bed. Back arched. Eyes shut. Lost in her own desire. One hand stuffed into her mouth. The other frenetically fucking her pussy. Her body glowing with sweat. All control gone. All decorum gone. A Cum Slut lost in the well of her own desire.

& that is how he found her. That is how her Master, returning from 3 days away, found his Cum Girl.

"Cum Girl"

Her eyes flickered open but refused to focus. Her hand deep inside the soft walls of her pussy continued there rhythmic thrusts, her pelvis rising & falling to meet each one.

"Cum Girl"

Now she saw him, stood above her. Her right hand fell from her mouth. She was panting, almost hyperventilating.

"What are you doing Cum Girl?"

"Nothing Master", the words escaped her syllable by syllable as she tried to suck in air.

She felt it before she saw it. The sting of flesh against flesh. The hard slap of his hand across her face. Her cheek instantly reddened & started to throb. She tried to focus on his face. Understand from his eyes what she had done, why he was punishing her. Their eyes meet, his hard unyielding, unhappy. Slowly he turned his eyes away from hers & let them travel down her body, over her sweat soaked body to her pussy & the hand still buried within it & Cum Girl's eyes followed his till she saw the hand, her own hand, fucking her pussy, fucking Master's pussy.

"What are you doing Cum Girl?" The question was repeated & now she knew the answer.

"Masterbating, Master." & now her cheeks truly burned for what sort of Cum Girl was she to let her Master return & find her like this. She was nothing but a cheap slut who couldn't control herself for 3 days.

"Have you been given permission to masterbate, Cum Girl?" His voice was like gravel.

"No Master", her voice, like her body was shaking.

"Leashing"

She responded immediately. Fell to her knees before her Master, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind her in the small of her back, head upright and turned to look over her left shoulder. Her breathing was heavy, her stomach clenching violently.

Master collared her. Master leashed her. Master strapped her wrists.

"Obedience"

She fell onto her hands & knees. Crawled to him. Lowered her head onto his feet. Kissed his shoes.

"I'm glad to see that you've managed to remember some of your instructions, Cum Girl". There was no laughter in his voice tonight.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master". Her voice felt small, far away, unworthy.

"She-Sleen"

She raised her head off his feet. Straightened her arms & back. Continued to look at the floor.

"Mouth"

She knew what was coming now. How much she dreaded this part. It filled her stomach with terror & set her pussy on fire. She opened her mouth slowly, half-heartedly completing the instruction.

"Wider, Cum Girl". His voice cracked across her like a whip & now she rushed to obey. Opened her mouth as wide as possible to the point where her muscles hurt instantly.

He inserted the ball-gag. Securing it hard behind her head. Catching her hair in the buckle, making her flinch.

& now his hand was in her hair, pulling her upwards, she could feel the tug of the leash on her collar pulling her.? She was thrown on the bed, picked up & placed on all fours, legs spread wide, arse raised high, head pulled down into the pillow, secured by her leash to the footboard,? her arms spread wide & secured likewise. She knew what he required. Would have placed herself in the position if he'd uttered the instruction, but tonight he seemed determined to manipulate her himself.

"Punishment" that was the word for this position. Arms forward or spread. Head down. Arse raised. Legs shoulder width apart. & only one thing happened in that position.

He pulled her head up by her hair, rubbed the crop first down one cheek then the other. Pushed her head back down again, positioned himself. She felt the crop rub back & forth across her buttocks, he grabbed her hair again, pulled her head upwards ...

"Open your eyes"

She obeyed instantly. Knew what she would see. Herself bound, gagged, a dirty little Cum Slut who had embarrassed & humiliated herself, who had forgotten who she was, forgotten that she was Master's Cum Girl, had lost all sense of herself & how Master's Cum Girl was expected to behave. & towering above her, her Master, her patient long suffering Master, who still loved her, cherished her, nurtured her despite all her failings.

& the the crop fell.

Sometimes Master was brief. Sometimes Master was gentle. Sometimes Punishment was but a? reminder of some improvement that Cum Girl needed to make. Not tonight. Tonight Cum Girl was truly being punished. The crop fell hard & fast. Cutting into flesh. Welts appearing instantly across Cum Girl's small buttocks. Pain shot through her, her body finched with each stroke but she maintained her position.

Her Master had always stopped at 12 strokes before but not this time. On they went, 13, 14, 15. Tears started to trickle down her face. 16, 17. Each stroke was agony. Her arse pulsating in pain. 18. He stopped. & then she felt him. His hard cock pushing at her anus, entering her, thrusting deep into her, his thighs slapping against her raw punished arse, fucking her hard, fast furious, fucking her thoughtlessly, frenzidly, fucking her so that she no longer knew whether this was sex, whether this was love, whether this was punishment. But Cum Girl no longer cared. Her Master was back. Back in her house. Back in her bed. Back inside her body. Back to order her life. & as he came deep inside her, as he thrust one final gloriously deep time along the length of her anal canal, as his cock shuddered & his cum shot forth to fill her, her own orgasm exploded through her.

They collapsed together. Lay entwined together. His breath heavy on her cheek. Her's laboured beneath her gag.

Eventually he pulled himself out of her. Opened the draw of the cabinet next to her bed. Took out her bikini bottoms, an extremely large & unpleasant pair of briefs she had bought many years ago, but which Master had allowed her to keep when she had pleaded that there may be occassions when she would need to wear underwear. He pulled them up her legs to cover her soaked pussy, her cum filled anus, her welted buttocks.

"Cum Girl, I left you for three days & during that time you could not control yourself. You have deliberately & knowingly breached my instruction about masterbation. I left a Cum Girl & return to find a Cum Slut. You have disappointed your Master & should be embarrassed & ashamed of how your Master found you tonight. You will wear this disgusting garment for the next 3 days as a mark of your disobedience & Master's displeasure with you. You will not remove them either day or night except for bathing & to use the toilet. You will not touch that which is contained within that garment under any circumstances. Is that clear, Cum Girl?"

"Yes Master" I mumbled from beneath my gag.

& so I sit here now, 3 days later in my disgusting panties, sticky & filthy from my Master's cum & the constant dripping of my humiliation, finishing my tale & waiting for my Master to arrive, to remove them, to wash me, to shave my pubis, to hold me in his arms, to make love to me, so that I know once more that I'm not some cheap Cum Slut, so I know once more that I am Master's Cum Girl.

Cum Girl was idle. Her children had left for the night & Master was away on 'business'. Though what business it was that had left her here alone for three days with so few instructions to complete she did not know. What was worse, this imposed inactivity, this lack of Master instructed sexual release, was having an affect on her body.

All day her nipples, usually so placid, had been stiff & erect rubbing themselves against the thin cotton halter she'd worn, sending sharp pulses of pleasure through her body as she'd worked, as she'd cooked tea & now as she tried to relax. And where had those pleasure pulses travelled. To her pussy which had spent the day getting wetter & wetter as she tried her best to complete her daily responsibilities. Even now she could feel her clitoris throbbing insistently & the steady trickle of cum juices seeping out of her onto the upholstery.

Cum Girl sighed. She'd tried to entertain herself this evening. She'd watched tv but found herself assessing the size of all the male leads 'assets' & wondering what it would be like to have Nurse Evans from Holby City wrap her long legs around her head whilst Cum Girl licked her swollen clit. She'd picked up the paper, tried to do the Suduko but found herself doodling pictures of herself bound in increasingly more complicated positions, her pussy, arse & mouth stuffed full of preposterously large phallus's. She'd tried to read but the words had merged, come alive & whispered forbidden temptations into her mind.

She threw down her book & looked at her watch. 9.15 too early for bed. A bath then. Perhaps a long soak would relax her, take away her sexual tension. If only he'd text, send her some instruction, give her something to do to occupy her mind & her body, but her phone sat silent beside her just as it had for most of the evening.

Upstairs, bath running, steam rising around her, she undid the ties of her halter allowing it to fall down exposing her breasts. Her nipples looked swollen & angry. Taking two fingers she gently squeezed the left one & nearly collapsed on the floor as waves of pleasure exploded through her body. This was bad. Why was she so aroused now with Master away & no form of release allowed. Distracted by her thoughts she barely noticed as her hands swept across her chest found her right nipple & gave it a hard tweak. Caught by suprise, her legs gave way and she had to grab hold of the side of the bath to stop herself from falling to her knees. Panting, she looked accusingly at her breasts. How dare they treat her like this? How dare they be so inconsiderate of Master's instructions. Getting a grip of herself she quickly undressed & started to busy herself with the bath.

Cum Girl loved her bath steaming hot & full of bubbles. She loved to lie there feeling the bubbles gently caress her skin as she daydreamed. This evening, her missing Master on her mind her thoughts drifted to the last time she'd seen him 4 long days ago. He'd been disappointed with her that night. Her attitude had been poor & she had been inattentive to his needs throughout the evening. She'd been distracted by the thought of his impending business trip & whilst wanting to make the most of the evening her mind had already started to worry about the week ahead.

"Cum Girl", he was almost shouting at her. No doubt she'd missed something he'd said.

"Yes Master", her voice quivered sensing the displeasure in his tone.

"I said 'Inspection' Cum Girl".

"Yes Master". She quickly stood, spread her legs to shoulder width, clasped her hands behind her neck, head high, faced forward, back straight, elbows wide.

He looked her over disdainfully & left the room. She maintained her position listening as she could hear him go upstairs into the bedroom. "Not the crop", she thought, "please Master not the crop. I know I've not been at my best this evening but surely I've not done anything necessitating punishment". She heard the bedroom door open & close, heard him descend the stairs, heard him enter the room, heard items being placed on the table. How much she wanted to run to him, to have him hold her in his arms, to tell him how sorry she was for being inattentive, but to break from position without Master's permission was not permitted and such actions would result in punishment. So she stood, as still as possible keeping her eyes forward, maintaining her position.

He'd left the room again. She could hear him in the kitchen, hear the clink of a glass being removed from a shelf, hear the opening & closing of the fridge, & then he was back with her. Walking across the room in front of her, heading to the garden, a glass in one hand, cigarettes in the other, then he was gone.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. Time trickled past & Master still hadn't returned. Cum Girl had never been very good at maintaining positions & she'd now been stood at Inspection for nearly 20 minutes. Her legs felt cramped, her arms ached & her head felt heavy. She felt glad that she hadn't been wearing heels as that would have put extra pressure on her calves. Then immediately wished that she'd been wearing her highest most uncomfortable shoes, the black ones with the diamante ankle strap, so that she could show Master what a good Cum Girl she was and how she could meet his expectations. Thinking this she raised her chin, trained her eyes on a spot on the wall opposite, took a firm grasp of her left wrist with her right hand behind her head & settled herself to await her Master's pleasure.

She'd not had to wait long. He'd returned shortly afterwards. His words: "Do I have your attention now Cum Girl?" were said with a hint of laughter in his voice & she knew that he wasn't angry with her, understood her distraction, loved & cared for her, & would hold her to him for the rest of the evening. They'd gone straight to bed. Master had collared her, restrained her, held her too his chest, felt the breath enter & leave her as he'd entered her, caressed her, pulled her body down onto his engorged cock & she'd breathed & sighed, pleaded with & thanked her Master as he came deep within her throbbing pussy.

Bubbles popped, a droplet of water fell from the tap into the cooling bath, the water eddied gently as Cum Girl's eyes slowly opened. As her mind returned from the past. As the daydream, complete, reached it's sweaty wonderous conclusion. Eyes wide, she tried to find a focus, staring upwards, her mind gradually returned to the here & now to the gentle eddy of the water, to her legs spread wide across the sides of the bath, to her right hand clamped hard between her legs & to her left hand stroking her gloriously smooth pubis. How she loved her pubis, the smoothness, the sheer nakedness of it, shouting out from beneath her skirts "Here I am. Come touch me! Come play with me! Look at me! Admire my gorgeous form, my beautiful shape, my wonderous colour, my wetness, my aroma". Truly she wondered how for all those years she'd allowed it to be hidden between that shapeless mass of hair & as she stroked it now she could feel the gentle rise & fall of the pubic mound, feel the fingers of her other hand deep inside her, feel the moisture between her labia, feel her clitoris a tiny rock hard diamond peeking out beneath the soft sensitive flesh of her hood, feel .... No! No! She couldn't do this. Musn't do this! Was forbidden to this! Master would be angry if he caught her like this. She would be punished if Master caught her like this.

If Master caught her like this!!!

No, she wouldn't do this. She was a good Cum Girl. She was obedient & respectful to Master's wishes & instructions. Master had said she was not to masterbate & she would not disappoint him. She wouldn't allow her carnal desires to rule her life. Master wished her to save herself for him & him alone & she would honour that instruction. Yet still the fingers of her right hand stroked their steady rhythm in & out of her pussy, still the fingers of her left hand thrumed backwards & forwards across her engorged clit, still the pulses of pleasure moved through her making her stomach tense, her breasts shudder, her breathing deeper. The gentle eddy of water was no more as her fingers responding to her body started to move faster, pummel deeper, caress more insistently. Cum Girl threw her head back, took one last look at the ceiling & shut her eyes to loose herself in a world of pleasure of her own making.

Maybe the water cooled too quickly, maybe the bubbles didn't last long enough, maybe it was the hard edge of the bath against her neck, maybe it was the too bright bathroom light that burnt against her eyelids, maybe it was the way the water washed away her pussy juices. Whatever it was something was wrong & despite her arousal the harder she tried the more her hoped for orgasm deserted her. Angry, frustrated, she pulled her fingers from her, opened her eyes, stared about accusingly looking for the culprit, splashed her clenched hand into the water & sat up. Plug pulled, water whirlpooling down the plughole, she stood up, stepped out of the bath into the slightly chilly air & wrapped the warm, thick towel around her rapidly cooling body. A terse pull on the lighcord. A slam of the door & she headed to her bedroom.

As much as Cum Girl enjoyed bathing, she enjoyed her after body care so much more. Bathing to her had always been about cleanliness rather than relaxation & although she had come to appreciate it's more sensual aspects in recent years it still wasn't the same as stroking your body witha big fluffy towel. Gently, oh & sometimes not so gently, running it across her body. Taking it in her hands & rubbing it into those secret damp places, into those folds of the skin where moisture seemed to collect & always seemed so difficult; even with the softest, warmest fluffiest towels; to remove. Beneath her breasts, under her arms, behind her knee and the back of her thighs, the nape of her neck, the tiny folds where her arse cheeks met her thighs, the inside of her elbow and of course the point where her thighs met her torso, the folds of flesh between her legs which never seemed to dry no matter how thoroughly she rubbed them with her towel.

And with towelling complete there would be the moisturising to follow, the squirt of lotion from bottle to palm, the joining of palms, spreading and circulating the lotion across them before they were released to caress her wanton body; always in same sequence arms, shoulders, feet, ankles, calves, stomach, neck, breasts, thighs, arse, pussy, hands stroking gently interspersed with deeper, firmer, more insistant massage of finger tips into oh so gently yielding flesh. So despite her disappointment in the bathroom, Cum Girl flounced her body down onto her bed. She took a deep breath and commenced her post bath routine.

15 minutes later, the moisturiser massaged into her body she stood before her mirror & viewed her shimmering body. Her moisturiser contained glitter & she admired the way the light reflected of her as she turned this way then that. Then standing face on to the mirror she parted her legs to shoulder width, straightened herself till she was as tall as her 5ft 1" height allowed & clasped her hands behind her neck, elbows out, adopting the inspection position. Thus positioned she looked on herself as her Master would view her. Looked over her petite frame, the thin but well proportioned legs & arms, firm yet with no sign of unattractive muscle, her flat stomach & well defined waist, the hint of ribs lining her torso (perhaps they protruded too much? Should she have more flesh there? Maybe she would ask Master when she saw him next), her small firm breasts, (so many times she'd wished them bigger, so many times she'd wished for a cleavage, she'd spent years in padded bras & then when she became Master's Cum Girl & she was instructed to rid herself of her bras, to leave her breasts free, available for inspection at all times, that her breasts were just as Master desired & that she should be proud of them). Pulling herself even more upright Cum Girl swelled with pride at the thought. Master loved her breasts & yes they were beautiful. A small droplet of moisture escaped her swollen labia & trickled slowly down her thigh. Cum Girl sighed.

She stood, feeling the droplet slide slowly down her inside thigh, trying 2 maintain concentration, trying to maintain her position, staring herself in the face attempting to ignore the steady progress of moisture that testified to her arousal. Her stillness, her concentration, just made her increasingly aware of the descent of her pussy juices. She could feel wetness mid thigh now & then, to make matters worse, felt another droplet start to descend the other thigh. She slowly lowered her eyes passing back over her chest, breasts, stomach til she was staring at her beautiful naked pubis. It too sparkled in the light. It looked so smooth, so soft, so inviting, so needing of gentle fingers to caress it. & it was just a gateway, for by lowering her eyes oh so slightly Cum Girl could see the wet pink folds of her vagina. It wasn't just wet, it was soaked. Little droplets hung from her labia, her vagina was liquid, there were juices seeping out of her & dribbling thickly down her thighs, but worst of all was that hanging between her legs almost to her knees was a long thin strand of pussy juice following gravities pull towards the floor & as she stood there watching it fell to the floor where Cum Girl was ashamed to notice there was a growing stain on the carpet.

Without thinking, she unclasped her hands, quickly moving her right hand between her legs to prevent any more mess. Her cum juice pooled in her hand. She brought her hand up to stop the flow. Stuffing her palm into the soaking flower of flesh. A shudder rippled through her. "Oh Master, please come home. Please Master, your Cum Girl is in need". She switched hands. Her right hand already soaked & tried to stem the flow with her left. Unthinkingly she raised her right hand to her mouth & started to lick it clean. The aroma of her arousal filled her nostrils, so pleasant, so inviting & the taste of her was on her tongue sweet & sticky, slightly salty yet so fresh. She was loosing control licking her palm in a frenzid, frentic motion, trying desperately to fill her mouth with the taste of her, then shoving her soaking sticky fingers into her wide gapping mouth; all of them, all at once, sucking hard, just as she did with Master's cock when she needed his cum to fill her. & her left hand? That was likewise rammed as far as it would go into a soaking warm wet inviting hole. Four fingers buried as far as they would go, thrusting hard into her as she tried desperately to fill her cum soaked pussy.

She fell backwards, falling half on, half off the bed. Back arched. Eyes shut. Lost in her own desire. One hand stuffed into her mouth. The other frenetically fucking her pussy. Her body glowing with sweat. All control gone. All decorum gone. A Cum Slut lost in the well of her own desire.

& that is how he found her. That is how her Master, returning from 3 days away, found his Cum Girl.

"Cum Girl"

Her eyes flickered open but refused to focus. Her hand deep inside the soft walls of her pussy continued there rhythmic thrusts, her pelvis rising & falling to meet each one.

"Cum Girl"

Now she saw him, stood above her. Her right hand fell from her mouth. She was panting, almost hyperventilating.

"What are you doing Cum Girl?"

"Nothing Master", the words escaped her syllable by syllable as she tried to suck in air.

She felt it before she saw it. The sting of flesh against flesh. The hard slap of his hand across her face. Her cheek instantly reddened & started to throb. She tried to focus on his face. Understand from his eyes what she had done, why he was punishing her. Their eyes meet, his hard unyielding, unhappy. Slowly he turned his eyes away from hers & let them travel down her body, over her sweat soaked body to her pussy & the hand still buried within it & Cum Girl's eyes followed his till she saw the hand, her own hand, fucking her pussy, fucking Master's pussy.

"What are you doing Cum Girl?" The question was repeated & now she knew the answer.

"Masterbating, Master." & now her cheeks truly burned for what sort of Cum Girl was she to let her Master return & find her like this. She was nothing but a cheap slut who couldn't control herself for 3 days.

"Have you been given permission to masterbate, Cum Girl?" His voice was like gravel.

"No Master", her voice, like her body was shaking.

"Leashing"

She responded immediately. Fell to her knees before her Master, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind her in the small of her back, head upright and turned to look over her left shoulder. Her breathing was heavy, her stomach clenching violently.

Master collared her. Master leashed her. Master strapped her wrists.

"Obedience"

She fell onto her hands & knees. Crawled to him. Lowered her head onto his feet. Kissed his shoes.

"I'm glad to see that you've managed to remember some of your instructions, Cum Girl". There was no laughter in his voice tonight.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master". Her voice felt small, far away, unworthy.

"She-Sleen"

She raised her head off his feet. Straightened her arms & back. Continued to look at the floor.

"Mouth"

She knew what was coming now. How much she dreaded this part. It filled her stomach with terror & set her pussy on fire. She opened her mouth slowly, half-heartedly completing the instruction.

"Wider, Cum Girl". His voice cracked across her like a whip & now she rushed to obey. Opened her mouth as wide as possible to the point where her muscles hurt instantly.

He inserted the ball-gag. Securing it hard behind her head. Catching her hair in the buckle, making her flinch.

& now his hand was in her hair, pulling her upwards, she could feel the tug of the leash on her collar pulling her.? She was thrown on the bed, picked up & placed on all fours, legs spread wide, arse raised high, head pulled down into the pillow, secured by her leash to the footboard,? her arms spread wide & secured likewise. She knew what he required. Would have placed herself in the position if he'd uttered the instruction, but tonight he seemed determined to manipulate her himself.

"Punishment" that was the word for this position. Arms forward or spread. Head down. Arse raised. Legs shoulder width apart. & only one thing happened in that position.

He pulled her head up by her hair, rubbed the crop first down one cheek then the other. Pushed her head back down again, positioned himself. She felt the crop rub back & forth across her buttocks, he grabbed her hair again, pulled her head upwards ...

"Open your eyes"

She obeyed instantly. Knew what she would see. Herself bound, gagged, a dirty little Cum Slut who had embarrassed & humiliated herself, who had forgotten who she was, forgotten that she was Master's Cum Girl, had lost all sense of herself & how Master's Cum Girl was expected to behave. & towering above her, her Master, her patient long suffering Master, who still loved her, cherished her, nurtured her despite all her failings.

& the the crop fell.

Sometimes Master was brief. Sometimes Master was gentle. Sometimes Punishment was but a? reminder of some improvement that Cum Girl needed to make. Not tonight. Tonight Cum Girl was truly being punished. The crop fell hard & fast. Cutting into flesh. Welts appearing instantly across Cum Girl's small buttocks. Pain shot through her, her body finched with each stroke but she maintained her position.

Her Master had always stopped at 12 strokes before but not this time. On they went, 13, 14, 15. Tears started to trickle down her face. 16, 17. Each stroke was agony. Her arse pulsating in pain. 18. He stopped. & then she felt him. His hard cock pushing at her anus, entering her, thrusting deep into her, his thighs slapping against her raw punished arse, fucking her hard, fast furious, fucking her thoughtlessly, frenzidly, fucking her so that she no longer knew whether this was sex, whether this was love, whether this was punishment. But Cum Girl no longer cared. Her Master was back. Back in her house. Back in her bed. Back inside her body. Back to order her life. & as he came deep inside her, as he thrust one final gloriously deep time along the length of her anal canal, as his cock shuddered & his cum shot forth to fill her, her own orgasm exploded through her.

They collapsed together. Lay entwined together. His breath heavy on her cheek. Her's laboured beneath her gag.

Eventually he pulled himself out of her. Opened the draw of the cabinet next to her bed. Took out her bikini bottoms, an extremely large & unpleasant pair of briefs she had bought many years ago, but which Master had allowed her to keep when she had pleaded that there may be occassions when she would need to wear underwear. He pulled them up her legs to cover her soaked pussy, her cum filled anus, her welted buttocks.

"Cum Girl, I left you for three days & during that time you could not control yourself. You have deliberately & knowingly breached my instruction about masterbation. I left a Cum Girl & return to find a Cum Slut. You have disappointed your Master & should be embarrassed & ashamed of how your Master found you tonight. You will wear this disgusting garment for the next 3 days as a mark of your disobedience & Master's displeasure with you. You will not remove them either day or night except for bathing & to use the toilet. You will not touch that which is contained within that garment under any circumstances. Is that clear, Cum Girl?"

"Yes Master" I mumbled from beneath my gag.

& so I sit here now, 3 days later in my disgusting panties, sticky & filthy from my Master's cum & the constant dripping of my humiliation, finishing my tale & waiting for my Master to arrive, to remove them, to wash me, to shave my pubis, to hold me in his arms, to make love to me, so that I know once more that I'm not some cheap Cum Slut, so I know once more that I am Master's Cum Girl.

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A couple of days later while Vincent was confined with the rest of the slaves in the slaves' hut, he heard from a fellow prisoner about a war that took place a very long time ago far to the south. Haski's people had captured this man the previous year. He was one of eight males that undertook a trip north in an attempt to capture a "Weega", which was from his description, a kind of three foot long reptile. Its bones, once ground and mixed with other ingredients had the property to...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 10

By now they were moving through the region where Lomac had spent most of his life. They were thus warned well in advance when they came either to a river or when they had to cross a trail. But Lomac found it very strange that up to now they hadn't yet met anyone from his village. " Hunters from my village always come this far north in search of game. We should have met a few of them by now, I fear that something bad has happened to the people of my village. " Verla tried to reassure him...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 11

That first night after Nika's kidnapping, Vincent and Verla didn't sleep at all. By now they had recovered the water bags from the two birdmen that had attempt to kidnap Verla therefore for the moment water was not an immediate problem. But they remained on guard all night in case the birdmen should come on foot and attack them again. Morning found them in a depressed mood and after eating a little, they moved again southward along the length of the gorge. The temperature was cooler and...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 12

The very first thing that they noticed when they emerged in their new surroundings, was the brightness of the light. Whereas a second or so before they had been standing in a relatively dimly lit room, they now found themselves in a very sterile and bright place. The room resembled a gymnasium in its emptiness as well as its height. In one corner of the room stood Nika, completely naked and unarmed. She had not yet recognized them and her arms were outstretched while her knees were bent as...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 14

It felt wonderful to be out in the sunlight again. Even though the temperature was very hot outside, they didn't mind the sweat on their skin. Having spent the last twenty days deep under the mountain, they were all experiencing a sincere joy to find themselves once again in close contact with nature, especially Nika and Verla. The grass under their feet, the singing of the numerous birds, the whispering of the breeze as it passes through the many trees and even the insects crawling and...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 15

Vincent watched the unfortunate soul jerking and banging his body against the post that held him standing while he released a terrible shout of pain in the night. It was such a sinister scream that it made the skin on the back of Vincent's neck twitch in reaction to the plaintive sound. The flame at the end of the wood stick was being held in contact with the prisoner's side for as long as he was conscious, then as soon as he passed out it was removed. It was evident that his assailants...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 16

For the first two days after they arrived in Cold Wind's village, most of their time was spent celebrating the return of the chief's son while Vincent and his two women were treated with honour and much respect for having rescued Cold Wind and having helped him to return. Round Stone, Cold Wind's father, gave Vincent and the two women, all sorts of gifts including many arrows and pelts. It had been a very touching sight to see father and son reunited and there was no doubt in Vincent's...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 17

Less than two hours later, the canoe entered the mouth of a small river and once again they were paddling upstream. Since the current was not that strong, they were able to make good progress in a general southwest direction. Vincent didn't care too much if they were deviating from the true south since it was much more important now for them to get as much distance as possible between them and the spot where they had spent the previous night, where Kowa's remains were. He figured that those...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 18

Vincent must have passed out while lying on the ground between his two women. He was lying on his back with his head resting against his arm when he returned to reality. Something had pulled him out of his unconscious state and he tried to determine what it was. He was now only half aware of his situation since his mind was still partly out of focus due to his long period of unconsciousness. In spite of that, he felt that he was still in great danger and that he had to act fast. He turned...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 19

The light was coming through a fine grill in the floor of the duct. The yellowish glow filtering inside the air channel was causing an eerie reflection on the faces of the three explorers who had been crawling on hands and knees in the air passageway. After his eyes had adjusted to the light, Vincent was able to distinguish, through the three square foot grill, a green carpet on the floor of the room below them. After long minutes of trying to remove the thin grill, he was finally able to...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 20

The first thing that Vincent did once he had informed his women about his intention to construct a hot air balloon was to do a few preparatory calculations. What should the size of the balloon be in order to lift the weight of the gondola and its three occupants? There was also the weight of other things to consider. They would need to carry with them an abundant supply of water, food and of course their precious possessions, even if there were not many of those. It was thus important that...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 21

Both women were now beginning to appreciate the tremendous advantages of this new means of travel. Verla even admitted the next day that she was no longer afraid of the great heights to which the Rumar took them. They were now covering over two hundred miles each day and the warming of the temperature was beginning to be quite noticeable. By the end of the second day they were still drifting almost straight south, but always at the whim of the different air currents. On that day they left...

Masters of the ArchesChapter 22

As soon as Vincent saw the shape of the arch with its familiar platform in front of it, his blood went cold in his veins. He experienced a strange feeling deep inside. For some reason that he couldn't explain, he knew that they were soon going to learn much more about Valdo, the supposed crazy brother of Brumelle. Of course he already knew that Brumelle was only a futuristic computer program that was able to create a lifelike holographic representation of a beautiful woman that used to live...

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1. The Leaving Party The time of day was .663 by the decimal clock; late afternoon, as anyone with their head in the present day would know. To a small minority, though, to those annoying individuals who are forever making a nuisance of themselves with their insistence on clinging to an antiquated and obsolete method of keeping time, it would be 15:55 or (even more annoyingly) five to four P.M. The date: 2342.115, which to the aforementioned reactionaries would be the 26th day of the...

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