Bianca sat on the floor with her legs crossed, smirking indignantly. She had caused her master trouble at least five times today. Each time she caused him angst, he removed an article of her clothing. She was down to her baby blue lace bra and panties.

Her final violation was when she snatched at his belt and pulled his soft cock from his pants while he attempted to lead a conference call. His large hand gripped her arm to pull her off of him before he turned his back to her and adjusted his clothes. He held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he frantically fixed his belt but Bianca was feeling insatiable. She quickly attached herself to his back, reaching around his waist to unbuckle his belt once more.

This time she giggled loudly and said, “I need your cock!” It was loud enough for the other conference call participants to hear.

He grit his teeth and turned to face her, dropping his phone on the marble counter. His irritation aroused Bianca more than any of their other interactions. Still glaring at his slave, he picked his phone off the counter and continued his call. Bianca stood back from him with her hands behind her back, biting her bottom lip.

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed a split second before he reached for the collar of her t-shirt and stretched it before it tore. Then he pointed to the corner of the kitchen and mouthed “Sit the fuck down.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and reached for his belt again in protest. He grabbed her wrist firmly and walked her to the corner, never missing a beat on his conference call, then shoved her to the ground. Before he walked away, he grabbed her collar again, twisting it until it tore then ripping the tattered shirt down the middle.

“Take it off,” he mouthed before turning his back on her.

Bianca poked her tongue out in protest but removed the tattered shirt anyway. She waited in the corner with a pout fixed on her face. After what Bianca felt was an eternity, Master returned with her restraints and a remote controlled vibrator.

He leaned forward and grabbed her wrist to yank her from her seat on the floor then whispered in her ear, “You’re a dirty bitch, aren’t you?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“You wanted my undivided attention and now you have it,” he told her as he twisted her arms behind her back to cuff her wrists.

He shoved her back into the corner causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor. Master waited for her to adjust herself in the corner before he lowered himself into a squatting position and attached her ankles to the spreader bar.

He slid her panties to the side to reveal a clear liquid dripping from her pussy.

“Look at your cunt, begging to be touched,” he mused.

Master then used his middle finger to dip in and out of her contracting walls. When he removed his finger, her pussy juice strung along with it. Bianca moaned, eager for what he might do next. He slipped his finger in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it.

He pulled his finger out then squeezed her jaws, “You want Master’s cock in your mouth, don’t you.”

She diverted her eyes from his but didn’t reply.

“Okay.”

Master stood up to retrieve the remote controlled vibrator. He slowly twisted it into her aching vagina until eight inches of it were no longer visible. Her moan was for both pleasure and relief. His final touch was putting a red ball gag into her mouth.

“Remember the rules. You can’t climax without permission.”

He pulled up a chair then turned on the vibrator. Bianca’s muffled moans filled the kitchen. Her eyes begged him for permission but he just sat and watched. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. Her moan was throaty and guttural from her trying to contain herself. Right before she let herself go and climaxed on the thick long vibrator, Master turned it off.

He shook his head no. Tears streamed steadily from Bianca’s eyes. She almost began to sob but Master never moved from his seat. He kept her at the cusp of satisfaction.

::sex me::

There’s something about the way you lean in and tenderly squeeze my thighs that makes my pussy drizzle. & how your lips brush against mine – like kissing without kissing.
My organ is throbbing with anticipation.
I’m aching for you to
kiss my eye lids &
ring my tongue with yours.
I need you to
nibble my neck
and cup my breasts.
Please,
grip my waist &
kiss my navel.
I’ll raise my hips
to meet your lips &
you’ll suck my clit
then lick the rim.
We’ll hum in unison
because the pleasure is mostly yours.
Hips bucking,
tongue fucking,
legs flexing & finger licking
& I don’t want to stop.

Incomplete :2:

She walked with one foot placed deliberately in front of the other. Amy took slow and even steps in an effort not to appear inebriated. She was not inebriated though, just lost in thought. So much had transpired over the last several weeks and she was still trying to process it all. There were children running around her and yelling in the distance but Amy kept her head down and continued to walk forward. Amy finally reached a stoop to rest on and when she looked around, she realized that her surroundings were unfamiliar.

(This is both a lost file and incomplete. Go figure. 7/14/2013)

A blurb

It could be worse. I am cognizant of that.

‘It could be worse’ fills the empty space that is my mind right now.

You stress & stress & stress until it is in fact worse and then you think of when things were better. So for now, it could be worse is fine.

I will live with that and give thanks because when I thought things could be better rather than worse, I was shown how bad it could be.

It almost makes me feel like I’m not allowed to want better but I think my lines are just crossed. Its ok to want better & strive for it while being grateful for the here & now…I get it.