Sarah's submission - S01 E158

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Sarah's submission - S01 E158

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 158

Taking a beat to think about her answer, she explained, "Look, the one thing I've learned about 'him' is that everything is about punishment and reward. We have all dealt with a lot of punishment. I think it's about time we work to get rewarded more. When I told him about our plan to make our 'party' bigger, he told me it pleased him for us to work to find ways to surprise him."

"Our plan?" All commented.

Sarah smiled. "Of course. We are in this together, right? We always have each other's backs. That is important. So I would never to try to take credit for this by myself. It's OUR plan, plain and simple. Now let's hope Conner comes through for us."

"And he and Jimmie both agreed to the... you know...from us? Do you really think they will be able to get Terrance and whoever else comes along to agree too?" Jenny asked.

"With the promise of getting the three of us to do anything they want? I'm betting on the power of the pussy." Sarah laughed and the others soon joined in

Sarah walked into Mr. Michaels to one of her biggest surprises yet. He was in the middle of making them dinner. Pan fried steaks, a home-made potato au gratin dish, roasted brussels sprouts, Caesar salad and even some biscuits from scratch. Fancy place settings had been set up in the dining room. Snapping her out of her stunned silence, he directed her to pour them some wine while he finished up in the kitchen.

Sarah felt completely taken aback by his efforts. They ate dinner and drank wine. When she tried to steer the conversation to the plans for prom, he told her to wait until later. Instead, they talked about her upcoming job, her plans for school the coming fall, and even other general current events. He seemed genuinely interested in her thoughts and interests and they laughed easily. With dinner finished, they cleaned up, went into the den, and he poured her a glass of port. Having never had port before, she found the heavy sweet taste finished the meal perfectly.

Mr. Michaels pulled the ottoman over in front of his big chair and sat down. "I want you to masturbate for me Sarah. Right here in front of me. Take your clothes off while you dance for me and then lay here on the ottoman and masturbate." Looking at her expectantly, he sat back casually sipping his port.

"Finally, the Mr. Michaels I recognize," she thought to herself.

Taking another sip from her glass, she set it down out of the way. Mr. Michaels had his phone out and soon music started to play. Sarah moved to the beat of the music. She took her time slowly removing her clothes and hiding herself before revealing her body. Having so few clothes on, it didn't take long. But she did her best to make it as sexy as possible.

After gyrating for a few minutes after her last clothing hit the floor, she laid down on the ottoman and ran her fingers over her body. Circling her breasts, she made a show of slowly squeezing and tugging her nipples. Then she licked and sucked on her fingers

coating them in saliva and ran her fingers between her labia. Spreading her pussy wide to show him her tiny pink bud before using a single finger to rub it in circles. It sent tingles through her, and she moved her middle finger down to insert it into her moist pussy. Moaning and grinding her hips she sunk her two middle fingers deeper and rubbed her palm against her sensitive clit while she finger fucked herself.

"Edging only Sarah. I don't want you to cum yet." Sarah put on a fake pout for effect but didn't stop sliding her fingers in and out. Holding her palm off her clit, she kept her fingers inside her while she used her other hand to rub her clit from side to side hard and fast. Letting out a big groan, she clenched her stomach lifting her head well off the ottoman before stopping and pulling her hands away. She grunted and panted feeling the waves of her impending orgasm dissipate before collapsing back on the ottoman, sighing at the lost opportunity.

"Again," he instructed.

Still sensitive, Sarah pulled back her clit hood and deposited a big drop of spit on her finger and pressed it onto her clit. Using the tip of her finger, she rubbed just the point of her sexuality lightly and in small circles. It only took a minute or two before her hips ground up hard and she humped against her own finger. She shuddered but took her finger away still grinding and pinched her nipple hard, twisting and pulling on it.

Mr. Michaels demanded, "No pinching. Control it without pain."

Sarah let go of her breast and groaned in agony. Her body wanted release and she felt more liquid drip down her crack. She spread her legs wider for fear of anything touching her sensitive clit.

With her eyes clamped shut, she didn't see him get up or move, but he put a vibrator in her hand. "Again," he said brusquely. Raging at the torment internally, she wanted to yell at him. But she obediently turned on the vibrator and rubbed it gently around her pussy, trying to avoid her swollen clitoris. Despite her efforts, the vibrator sent shock waves through her. She craved the orgasm being denied. Like an addict, she pressed the head between her pussy lips and found her throbbing morsel causing flutters in her stomach, barely ripping the vibrator off in time.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!" she screamed out loud while pounding the cushion with her hand. Without pain to help make it subside, her body buzzed and her clit hurt from being left unattended. "Please Master. Please!! This is torture. Please let your slut fuck you. I'll do anything if you let me cum for you." With her pelvis continuing to hump the air involuntarily, she stared at him like a lost puppy with a big frown.

His unmovable face just stared at her. "On your knees and do it again," he said quietly.

Sarah got up on her knees with her legs spread wide feeling dizzy from the overstimulation. Spreading her pussy with one hand, she guided the vibrator back and forth across her swollen and extended pussy lips with the other. Her body jerked and spasmed, but she kept the vibrator in place, fighting to keep her balance being up on her knees. Violently, her pelvis would jerk backwards, and she struggled to stay upright. Right before she knew she would cross the point of no return, she pulled the vibrator off and held her arms clenched at her sides. Her body continued to shake and her legs trembled. She groaned and panted as she tried to keep her eyes open and on him.

"Tell me you are my devoted slut. Tell me you WANT to be my willing whore. Tell me you want to make me happy always. Tell me and I'm going to make you cum."

Sarah's mind cleared the fog sluggishly. "Yes Master. I do want to make you happy. I dream about making you happy. I want to be your devoted slave always."

"Maybe you like the other boys better. Boys closer to your own age. Maybe they make you cum harder than I do," he proffered.

"NO! They can't control me like you. Or make me cum like you. I always want you." Sarah got off the ottoman and bowed at his feet. "Please Master. My body is for your pleasure. Let me please you." Sarah remained motionless at his feet waiting for him, breathing heavily.