Mmm… Please, Master, can I have some more?
He told me to take my clothes off. I looked at Him like He’d lost His mind.
“I’m not hungry yet, and I said get your clothes off!” He said, as we both laughed a little, and He slapped me a couple times.
I went to the bedroom and tugged my shirt over my head, not even trying to act sexy. I couldn’t be seen from where I usually sit. He definitely couldn’t see me. I unhooked my bra and threw it on the bed, then slid my cargo capris to my ankles. I turned toward the door as I tossed my capris on top of my bra and shirt, leaving them to be dealt with later, and started to walk to the living room.
Out of nowhere, Master’s hand came down on my shoulder. Twice. Then He spun me around, shoved me face first into the mattress and gave me a good, long, hard, open-handed spanking before kicking my legs apart and fucking me dizzy.
Now He’s ordering Dominos, stopping every once in a while to pinch and claw and slap my tits.
“I want to hurt you. I want you to cry. And then I want you to look at me like I’m your master, not some jackass.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. And then I licked and kissed His back.
I want to cry, too. And I never look at Him like He’s some jackass. Silly Master. I still love you more, though.