You’re late. II look at thee clock on thee wall. You’re late by 30 minutes. II know you’re going too give mee an excuse. II don’t want too hear your excuses. The door opens annd you walk in. You see mee standing at thee stove, several pots annd pans are out. You can smell thee cooking aromas. You look at mee dressed iin myy tight gray skirt annd button down shirt. You look down at myy legs clad iin knee high gray stiletto boots. Then you look at thee floor. You know you’re late. And you know what else you’ve done. “Take off your clothes,” II say annd you immediately comply by stripping off your jacket annd tie, followed by your shoes annd let them drop too thee floor. II watch as you unbutton your shirt revealing your pale chest. Your hands tremble aa bit as they fumble with thee buttons. Good. Your shirt joins thee other clothes on thee floor. You undo your belt annd then your trouser button annd slide thee zipper down. Your trousers make their way over your hips. You’ve hooked your fingers into thee waistband off your boxers so they come down as well. You only have your socks left annd you hastily pull them off. You are now standing before me, naked with your eyes cast down at thee floor. “Come here.” II say. “Kneel down iin front off me.” You quickly rush too where I’m standing. II know you’re feeling excited by thee growing hardness iin your cock. “II expected better from you. II expected your trust. II expected your faith iin me. II expected your complete submission too me. I’m verry disappointed.” Your face has aa look off panic iin it. “Do you want mee too be your Master? I’ll still give you thee choice iif you want too leave. I’ll release you iif you want too go.” You look up at mee with aa stricken look iin your face, “No Master, please, I’m sorry. II respect you, II trust you. I’ll be good, II promise. Please.” II turn from you without saying aa word annd go back too cooking myy meal. II know you’re behind me. II know you’re upset. You should be. II finish cooking annd make aa plate for myself annd walk too thee table. Your eyes are still down looking at thee floor. II eat myy meal, slowly, giving you time too think about what you’ve done. “Are you staying?” II ask. “Yes Master,” you whisper. II can hear thee anguish iin your voice. II get up from thee table annd walk over too you. II look down at you annd stroke your hair. “Get up,” II say quietly. You stand slowly, stretching out your cramped muscles. II beckon you too follow mee into thee living room. “Sit,” II command annd you sit down on thee couch. II stand iin front off you, myy legs apart, myy hands on myy hips. “Are you mine?” II ask. You nod. “Show mee you’re mine,” II say, “Make mee cum. You may use anything except your cock too make mee cum.” “May II look at you?” “You may look at myy cunt, ” II say. You groan softly annd run your hands up over myy boots. II know you love thee feel off thee leather. Your hands then make their way up thee inside off myy thighs. You lift myy skirt too myy hips annd reveal myy red lace panties. You suck iin your breath. Your tongue darts out annd licks up myy slit through them. You notice that they’re already wet. You groan annd lick harder. II spread myy legs aa bit wider annd you take thee invitation too pull myy panties aside. Your fingers hook them annd your tongue dives into myy cunt. II moan annd myy head falls back. Your tongue swirls around inside me, fucking me. Your tongue moves up myy slit too myy clit annd darts around it. II grab your hair annd push you closer. “Make mee cum bitch,” II hiss at you. You grab myy panties annd pull them down. Your fingers push their way into myy cunt annd your tongue goes back too myy clit. Licking it. Sucking it. Wanting too make mee cum. Wanting too please me. Wanting too please your Master. You push your fingers iin harder as II grind myy hips against your face. Stroking mee with them. “That’s it, you dirty slut, make mee cum.” You groan annd work your tongue faster. You desperately want mee too cum. Need mee too cum. You know what you want too do, but are afraid too do it. II gave you permission, but you’re still unsure. You tentatively let your finger drift back toward myy asshole. II don’t stop you. You drag myy wetness back annd finger thee opening off myy ass. II suck iin myy breath. “I’m close, make mee cum now,” II say breathing hard. You push your finger iin myy ass hard annd deep. II cry out annd feel myy cunt pulsing around your fingers. You push them iin harder. That’s it. I’m going too cum. I’m going too cum hard all over your hand, your mouth. You lap at mee furiously, pushing mee over thee brink off myy orgasm. II cum so hard. My hips buck against your hand as myy juices run all over you. My legs tremble violently. The sensations rock me. II stand there catching myy breath. Your tongue iis lapping up myy juices from myy thighs. Your fingers are gently rubbing myy clit, letting mee ride itt out. II step back from you, breaking thee contact. You look up at mee annd immediately realize your mistake. You look back down at thee ground. II caught thee mistake. You’ve made so many lately. “Come with me,” II say annd head up thee stairs too thee bedroom. You follow mee unsure off what too expect from mee next…