Saturday, August 29, 2009

His Submissive Slut

Here she was again in the cramped, dingy little bathroom at the back of the local mall simply because he had desired her to be. This time her humiliation was compounded by his instruction to wear her formal collar, the one with the large O-ring attached. She walked briskly through the mall, her eyes cast down to avoid witnessing the inevitable pointing and staring as she encountered mall patrons with her braless breasts swaying heavily under her tight, white T shirt, short pleated skirt barely covering her ass, pigtails bobbing on either side of her head, 4 inch black patent leather Mary Janes, and formal collar marking her as someone’s toy.

She let herself into the designated meeting place with a sigh of relief as she sequestered herself from the brutal public scrutiny. She waited only seconds before he locked the door behind him as he joined her.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he crooned as he patted her head.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, fighting back the scalding hot tears of humiliation.

“What’s this? Is Daddy’s little girl crying?” he asked with concern.

“No, nnno Sir,” she stammered.

“Don’t lie to me. I can clearly see that you are you snot nosed little brat,” he spat at her.

“Why don’t I just give you something to cry about slut,” he threatened as he shoved her roughly around to face the sink, her head slamming into the mirror on the wall.

She heard his belt being removed from his pants seconds before he ripped her skirt from her waist and dealt the first blow to her naked, vulnerable ass.

A small cry escaped her lips before he jerked her head back by her pigtails, wrapped his hands around her throat and snarled,

“Scream again slut, I dare you.”

He went back to work on her ass with small, sharp blows of the belt designed to cause the most pain with the least amount of sound.

The tears rolled silently down her face as her ass began to burn and swell with his attentions.

When she began to sweat and trembled in agony, he relented. His hands caressed her abused buttocks lovingly as she moaned softly under his touch.

He pressed his body against hers, his hardened cock poking against the fly of his pants as he whispered into her ear,

“Daddy’s baby makes him so hot. Can you feel how much you turn Daddy on sweetheart?”

“Yes Sir,” she breathed.

“Do what you do best, baby. Help Daddy cum,” he directed.

She immediately kneeled in front of him, legs spread wide to reveal her glistening pussy as she unzipped his fly and took his throbbing cock in her wet little mouth.

She ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, and circled the thick head with her tongue before plunging him to the back of her throat.

“Mmm, fuck, I love that nasty little mouth of yours,” he moaned.

She sucked and gulped, her nipples erect and bouncing up and down underneath her white T shirt, her hand twisting up and down his shaft, her pussy juices flowing freely now down the insides of her thighs.

As his cock pulsed even bigger and harder in her mouth, she shoved a finger in his ass as her head bobbed faster and harder up and down his shaft. He thrust his hips violently at her as he approached orgasm, his cock popping free of her mouth as he began to spurt all over her chest.

“FUCKING BITCH,” he screamed as he desperately sought entry into her mouth again.

She quickly slurped him back in as he emptied himself into her mouth, his asshole pulsing around her finger, cum dribbling down her chin, her body trembling in anticipation of what consequence she faced for the transgression of letting him slip from her mouth.

When his release was complete, he grabbed her by the hair, shoved her onto all fours, removed her leash from his pocket and attached it to her collar.

“What a careless little cunt you are,” he admonished as he led her across the filthy floor on all fours to the toilet.

“Get in there,” he grunted as he shoved her in the ass with the toe of his boot.

He lifted the toilet seat that loomed in front of her face, and ordered,

“Put your tongue on that rim like the dirty little cocksucker you are.”

Her mind reeled as she silently screamed “NO!” How could he ask this of her? How could she possibly comply with this order? How could she not? She belonged to him. Pleasing him was her only purpose.

She closed her eyes, and obeyed his order as her tongue touched the rim of the public toilet.

“That’s right, slut. Now lick it clean,” he directed.

She began to lick the shining, white rim and felt something within her psyche bend and give. She was awash in utter joy as she surrendered her will to this man. Her pussy began to pulse and drip with arousal as she demonstrated her devotion to him by running her tongue around the toilet rim.

"Yes, that’s a good girl,” he encouraged as he began to stroke his cock behind her.

He lowered himself to his knees behind her and buried his cock balls deep inside her drenched cunt in one swift thrust as she continued to lick the toilet.

His fingers mercifully found her hardened clit and began to circle it as his cock slipped easily in and out of her slippery cunt.

She braced herself against the toilet now, staring down into the watery bowl as her body bounced and jerked with his fucking.

She felt the warmth building between her legs as her own orgasm approached.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum” she warned between gritted teeth, desperately seeking his permission to let go.

“Yes, yes, cum for me, baby girl,” he moaned.

She moaned loudly, her face nearly inside the toilet bowl now as her pussy clamped down on his cock with the first spasms of orgasm.

He groaned fiercely behind her as she milked pleasure from his cock, his cum spurting into her hot and sticky.

When they were both spent, he gently lifted her from the floor, raised her downcast eyes to his with a hand on each side of her face, caressed her brow with his thumb, and kissed her long, slow and deep.

She was complete as his lover, his pet, his submissive.