Sarah's submission - S01 E228

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Sarah's submission - S01 E228

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 228

Just thinking about all the girls got Sarah hot and bothered. Looking at the clock, she decided she had a few minutes and hiked up her skirt, spreading her legs. The dress didn't call for underwear so her bald pussy glistened in the bright lighting of the bathroom. She still preferred it fully bald, but grew it out to different shapes whenever ordered to do so by her Master.

Standing in front of the mirror, she watched the slutty woman on the other side of the glass as she slowly ran her finger up and down her juicy slit. Avoiding her clit, she rubbed the viscous fluid flowing from her all over the puffy red lips. Even after two children and the nearly constant intense sex she had had during the previous ten years, her pussy still leaked like a broken hose most of the time. Mr. Michaels had conditioned her to want sex like a starved nymphomaniac.

Circling her clit, she moaned while thinking about him edging her toward a growing orgasm. She knew she shouldn't be doing this right before heading downstairs, but she couldn't help herself. As she usually did when masturbating, she pictured his fat cock in her mouth, pumping in and out while her tongue swirled around the giant mushroom head. Picking up the lush vibrator, she turned it on manually and held in against her clit until her hips started grinding automatically. The pre-climax tension started to grow, but she denied herself a quick release and rolled the head of the mouse-like vibrator around in the slick lubricant soaking her enflamed pussy lips.

Pressing it against her vaginal opening, she waited for her flower to slowly bloom. Her pussy lips extended practically sucking the small vibrator into her waiting canal. The pink head slowly penetrated her, holding her pussy open as the widest part past through the relaxing muscles. She worked very hard to keep her pussy tight with kegel exercises and yoga, but it soon popped all the way into her until only the little tail stuck out.

She rode the vibrations for another couple of minutes and rubbed her clit harder and faster, taking herself right to the edge before stopping. Leaning forward, she put both hands on the counter with her legs spread wide apart, afraid to let anything else touch her. The vibrator kept her on the edge for another long minute before the climax finally retreated. She reluctantly turned it off by squeezing the tall, knowing she could still make herself cum with just five seconds of gentle rubbing, but refusing to give in to her wanton appetite. There would be time later, with him being the one to make her cum and she wanted that more than she wanted release at that moment.

Reluctantly, she pulled her dress back into place. Her nipples were so erect they hurt pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, practically in clear view. She had big nipples as a teenager, but breast feeding made her nipples and areolas even bigger. Her breasts still felt firm to the touch and hadn't sagged too badly luckily, so without a bra, her nipples normally poked through and showed just how excited she was at any one time. Reaching into her dress, she gave each nipple an extra pinch before checking her lipstick one last time and heading downstairs.

That first year at college had been a whirlwind. Carefully arranging her classes so that she could work two days a week parttime and go to class the rest of the week. Between work, classes, homework, and making time for Mr. Michaels, it didn't leave a lot of time for a social life. She made a few new friends, but would rather spend the weekends in the playroom or sunbathing at his pool, over meeting up with the new acquaintances, keeping them all fairly distant. The less he demanded of her, the more she found herself trying to get his attention and showing up at his house unannounced.

At the end of the second month, Mr. Michaels sent her a demand via text. "Your instructions are as follows: You are to fuck three boys. They have to be from your school and they should not know one another. They have to be studying three different topics. One in the arts, one in science, and one in business or administration. You will follow all normal condom rules. They are to cum at least twice before you are allowed to have an orgasm. You are to fuck each one on at least three separate occasions but always in your apartment in plain view of one of the cameras. Fallure to fuck while on camera means that the occasion will not count. The order is unimportant and they do not have to be sequential. Notify me after each occurrence. You are not to come to my house and you and I will not fuck again until this is done."

Sarah had read the text twice before breaking out in tears, not understanding why he would be punishing her or what she had done to deserve these new instructions. She responded asking to see him. When he didn't reply after twenty minutes, she got in her car and drove to his house with tears continuing to stream down her face. Finding him in his office working at his computer, she broke out into full sobs while he only looked at her with a deep frown. She saw him stand and walk over to her slowly with his arms behind him.

"Stop the crying," he said harshly.

The command made her jump and she stifled her sobs, although her breathing hitched despite her best efforts. She couldn't stop the tears but made no effort to wipe them..

"Are you a slave or a baby? What the fuck is this posture?!"

Sarah jumped again and stood as she had been taught. Arms clasped behind her. Feet spread shoulder wide, Chest out.

He leaned in and said very directly into her ear, "On your fucking knees now slut!"

Sarah dropped to her knees so fast they hurt when they hit the ground. Lowering her eyes, she stuck her chest out even more. If she wasn't in trouble before, she knew she would be now. He slowly walked around her. Pacing like a panther. She kept herself dead still and tried to breath regularly, but still involuntarily hitched.

"Was there confusion about my instructions? Was I unclear about the 'Not coming to my house part until it was done?" His voice rose to a thunderous roar by the end.

"Nnnnoo. Nnoco sir. I'm sorry sir. I just...I just needed..... needed to know why sir? What did I do wrong?"

He continued to pace. After a minute he tsked and shook his head before letting out a big sigh. "Since when does something have to be wrong for me to give you instructions? You know better than this!"

"But, but you said we wouldn't fuck again until it was done. Are you angry with me? There must be something I did wrong?" She snuck a look at him and then felt guilty and returned her eyes to the floor.

"Sarah, we have been over this before. You are too dependent on me right now. I am not your boyfriend. You are my plaything. My fucktoy. ONE of my fucktoys. A pet to enjoy when the mood strikes."

He continued to circle her before stating, "You are in college now. You need to explore that. Enjoy it. When you show me that you are doing that, then, and only then, will we resume." He stopped in front of her as she stared at his feet feeling lost. "I am not nearly done fucking you. You are one of my favorite pain sluts. And you always will be. As long as you understand your position." He paused and let his words sink in. "Do you understand?"

Sarah head spun. This had not been the first time she had made this mistake. She had fucked up again. And she knew he was right. She had been dependent on him since getting to school. Running to his house instead of meeting new people. Feeling more stupid as the seconds passed, she answered, "Yessir. Sorry Master."

He sighed again heavily, but Sarah could feel the tension in the room break. "You don't get off that lightly." He started to leave the room. "Let's go slut. I'm gonna light that ass up with a paddle and them cum down your throat. This fucking disobedience has given me a hardon and I need to nut."

Sarah jumped to her feet and ran to follow him. Shaking in fear, but exhilarated that he still wanted to punish and use her. Knowing in the pit of her stomach that her real reason she had come running to the house had been fear that he might be cutting her loose. But he confirmed that wasn't the case to her great relief.

And light up her ass he did. He had never spanked her harder. He didn't say, but she knew he had taken it to level 10. After almost ripping her shorts to her knees, he spanked her ass so intensely, she felt sure it would break. After twenty, he stopped long enough to pull the rest her clothes off and then forced her to her knees to suck his cock. Roughly fucking her throat, he made her gag repeatedly. Bending her back over the table, he gave her another twenty equally hard spanks to her muted screams. Not giving her a second to recover, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her back down to her knees so that he could thrust his cock to the back of her throat again.

"Get to it. You're nothing but a worthless cumdump to me like this. You better get me off right the fuck now! And if even one fucking drop hits the ground, so help me.." He didn't need to finish the threat. She deep throated his cock with her saliva building until it coated his cock and balls. Fondling his testicles despite her eyes streamed fresh tears, from exertion over sorrow, while she resisted every urge to gag. Working his cock like her life depended on it. Relief welled hearing his roar of a groan and feeling the spray of hot cum fill her mouth. She gulped and massaged his shaft making sure she milked every drop out of him. Then she slurped and licked up ever drop of saliva from his balls and off her hands, not stopping until he grabbed her arm and stood her up.