My Life as a Slave

My exquisite service to my owner concluded, he carefully let his cock out of my mouth without getting anything on his pants, just as I’d been trained. He touched the back of my head gently. Recognizing the signal I bent my head forward, and he lifted my long hair and squeezed the last few drops of come from his cock onto the nape of my neck, on the soft hairs where he likes to kiss me.

“No, my love, you can’t swallow this morning.” He zipped his pants and straightened his tie. “Kneel there for a moment.” He went to the open closet door. “You’re wearing the black suit today? With this red blouse?” I nodded yes. He fingered the blouse and noted that the jacket buttoned up reasonably high. “No bra today.” Opening my underwear drawer he selected a basic red thong and put it on the bed in front of me. I nodded and smiled.

He held his hand in front of my mouth, and I leaned forward and let his come drip out of my mouth into his hand. He smeared it all over my breast and chest. He held his hand out again and said, “You may have as much as you can lick off my hand and your nipples.” I eagerly cleaned his hand with my tongue, then he unclasped my hands from behind my back and lifted each of my breasts to my mouth, stretching them in order to lick my aroused pink nipples.

“Lie back and present yourself, please,” he said. I got onto the bed, then lay on my back, spreading my legs and holding them open. “We’ll keep it simple today,” he said, opening his cufflink drawer and taking out a small silver E, with a ring at the top into which was inserted a jeweler’s fastener. He clipped the fastener through the ring that pierced the hood of my clitoris. My shaven cunt was very wet and the smell of it was delicious. He leaned in, lifted the monogram, and kissed my clit, licking it and kissing me on the nether lips. I moaned with excitement.

“You can get up now,” he said. “Rinse out your mouth and bring me a washcloth.” I got to my feet and went into the bathroom. As I came running back with a wet washcloth, I could feel the monogram bounceing on my clit. I cleaned and kissed his hand. He kissed me softly. “Very good. You are a wonderful slave.” I beamed.

He went into the office to get his laptop and Blackberry, then walked to the door of the apartment. I was kneeling there, still naked, with his shoes. As I put them on and tied them he put on his coat. Grasping me by the hair, he lifted me to my feet and kissed me deeply, tasting my cunt. “I love you,” he said into my ear, as his hand touched the secret sticky spot at the base of my neck. “I love you so much,” I answered.

“Wait until you’re ready to leave to get dressed. I don’t want you to get any stains on your blouse.” His cum was already mostly dry on my chest but he wanted to be sure, and in any case, he liked me to be naked around the house as often as possible.

“You can masturbate today,” he said, “But not until after lunch. And be sure to tell me right away.” “Yes, Master,” I said. “Have a good day. I can’t wait to see you later.” “Me either, love. I hope the presentation goes well this afternoon. You’ll kick their ass.” “Damn right!” I said. “I’m feeling good about it.”  “I’m glad. I’ll be thinking of my slut up there in front of all those suits, with your come-sticky breasts sliding around under your blouse, your ass bare under that nice skirt, and my initial rubbing your clit.”

“And you better believe I’ll be thinking of you, Master.