Master was extremely demanding tonight; he held my nose and throat while his cock was balls deep in my mouth as I struggled to breathe. He holds my nose for a little too long, and I could feel my mind becoming foggy; feeling my consciousness leave my body, I collapsed with my mouth still on his cock, tears streaming down my cheeks, leaving mascara trails down my face. I began to see the darkness and allowed it to take control of my body as I passed out on him, and he let me fall to the floor, leaving me in a jumbled heap.

The sun came up, and I woke up cold and sore on the floor, unsure why I passed out. As I slowly sit up, the events of the previous night flashed before my eyes, and I was embarrassed that I passed out on Master's cock in such a way, as well as disheartened that Master abandoned me lying there in the cold with no blanket in sight. I suppose this was my punishment for failing to please him last night. I gathered my strength and made my way out of the playroom. Walking down the dimly lit passage to the kitchen, I noticed Master standing there without a shirt, wearing low-lying grey jogger bottoms, no shoes, and holding a coffee cup. He ignored me as I slowly walked into the kitchen, towards the coffee jug, to get a cup of coffee to relieve my sore throat from choking the night before.

Master stepped in front of me as I reached for the jug, preventing me from getting any closer.

"So, what do you think you are doing?" Master spoke to me in a stern voice.

"I was just going to get myself a cup of coffee, Master; my throat is extremely sore," I said, intimidated by his harsh tone.

"You are not allowed to drink or wear anything until you explain why you passed out like a pathetic little whore on my cock...." He yells angrily, and his handsome face turns into a scowl.

"I apologise, Master, I am sorry. I tried hard to stay awake, but I could not breathe; I saw stars; I really tried to master." I stumble over my words and collapse to my knees in embarrassment.

Master said nothing but looked down at me with a stern expression as if disappointed by my response. His face took on a perplexed expression, which I recognised.

"How can I make things right, Master?" I whispered, barely maintaining eye contact with him.

"You made a big mistake, whore, and you will make it up to me," says Master simply. "Now, get yourself a shower and a cup of coffee because you stink; Wear only the clothes I left for you in the bathroom so that my whore is clean for what I have in store for her; Do you understand?"

A quiet "Yes, master," I replied.

Master left me on my knees as he smirked and left the room with a coffee cup. I am ashamed, embarrassed, and nude.

I get up, shake off the embarrassment, and grab a cup from the cabinet to make myself a cup of coffee, wondering what I can do to make amends to the Master. I have never left him unsatisfied before, so I hope he remembers that as he punishes me.

I finish my coffee and take a shower, letting the hot water flow down my hair, breasts, and body, feeling the stress and worry leave my soul, even if only for a moment before I have to face Master again. I soak the loofah in rose-scented shower gel and gently rub it down my body, starting with the top of my shoulders. I massage my breasts for longer than necessary, moaning because it feels good and stiffened my nipples, running it further down my body, over my stomach and down to my pussy, I got more aggressive with the loofah because massaging my breasts turns me on. I knew Master would be upset because I did more than just clean my pussy. But I did not care; I was too turned on to think, and I could feel myself edging closer to an orgasm. As it sent lust and euphoria through my body, my breathing quickened, my legs trembled, and I came all over the shower floor.

I got out of the shower feeling refreshed and slightly satisfied, with the euphoria still coursing through my body. I looked up to see Master standing there naked, his cock fully extended, staring at me with a disappointed expression. "Shit!" I said.

Master was watching me the entire time I was in the shower and caught me cumming without his permission. I knew I was in trouble now. Master said nothing, just stood there with the same expression on his face as I stood just out of the shower, afraid to approach him. I knew then I was in double trouble and would face an even harsher punishment than I was expecting in the first place. Master waved, pointed his finger in my direction, and then pointed to the floor in front of his feet without saying anything, and I shook my head at his suggestion.

"GET…HERE…NOW!!" Master screamed.

Master's harshness made me flinch, but I refused to move. I shook my head again, too scared to speak to him.

Master's tone changed to a terrifying calm as he said, "You have one last chance to get that pathetic whore ass here before I come and get you myself; Do you understand?"

Without thinking, I said, "Fuck you, you do not own me; if I want to cum, I will cum!!"

Master's expression changed to a frightening frown as he growled. He slowly approached me, and I took a step back for each step he took forward. I was not sure how I would escape this one, but I knew I was in trouble.

"I am sorry, Master; I did not mean to speak up like that. "Please, Master!" I begged.

He ignored everything I just said and walked towards me in slow, calculated movements; I knew I was done. I kept stepping backwards until my back is completely against the shower wall. Master grabs me and spins me around, preventing me from escaping. He forces me forward and places my hands on the shower wall.

"Keep your hands there and do not move. Do you understand?" Master demanded more than asked.

"Yes, Master" was a simple response, but I knew there was no other option to his question.

“Good girl”, Master whispered into my ear as he moved his mouth down to my neck, causing my breathing to pause. He bit down on my neck, and I winced but did not move.


"That is my good girl; you can listen. Now bend over for me, but keep your hands against the wall. Do you understand?" Master asked.

"Yes, Master," another simple but pleasing response for my Master.

As instructed, I bent forward, keeping my hands on the shower wall, as I felt my ass hit his hard cock behind me. I heard him chuckle as he said, "OK, that is far enough forward, whore."

Master began to rub his cock on my pussy, soaking up all of the juices from my shower orgasm. Without warning, Master thrust his cock directly into my ass, and I screamed aloud. With one hand, Master covered my mouth as I screamed louder and continued to thrust into my ass. He worked his way into my ass, inch by inch until he was balls deep. Master let go of my mouth and asked, "Who do you belong to?"

I was too stunned to respond, which irritated him as he pulled out his cock and slammed it in harder this time. "I asked you a fucking question, dirty little whore. Who do you belong to?" he asked again, this time insisting on an answer.

"I belong, to you, Master," I said through gritted teeth, my ass feeling stretched out to capacity, his thick cock gaping my ass open wider than I had ever felt it.


Satisfied with my response, he began to thrust hard into my ass, and I could feel tears streaming down my face, almost making me want to pass out from pain. I managed to keep my hands on the wall as he relentlessly fucked my ass until he reached around to my pussy and spread the lips open with his fingers. He massaged my clit while maintaining the same rhythm in my ass, his breathing becoming heavier as he moaned into my ear, "And who does this pussy and ass belong to?"

"You Master," I moaned, as the pain was replaced by pleasure as he continued to massage my clit. My ass relaxed, and I moaned louder, enjoying every second that the master was fucking my ass.

He slapped my ass with his other hand and said, "That is fucking right." This ass and pussy are mine. Do not touch or play with them again without my permission. "Do you understand?"


"Yes, Master," I whispered.

"I did not hear you, whore. "Louder," Master demanded as he pushed harder into my ass.

"YOURS MASTER... I'M YOURS!" I screamed as my head fell down.

"That is right, and do not forget it. Whore, tell me how nice Master's cock feels in your ass." Master queried.

"Soo soo good, Master," I whispered.

"What a good little whore you are..." Master said as he picked up the pace, feeling himself approaching orgasm. "Who is a good little whore?"


"I am master; I am such a good little whore," I said breathlessly in between thrusts.

One last slap on my ass. "Yes, you are," he laughed.

Master started unloading streams of hot, thick cum into my ass. He finally filled my gaping ass with a few good thrusts. Master slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, bent down head height with my ass, and spread my ass cheeks open to see how much my ass gaped from his cock. Master sighed a satisfied sigh, content with his work. Master watched his cum drip from my ass and onto my pussy, which dripped onto the shower floor.


When he was completely satisfied with the sight in front of him, he stood up and began to turn on the shower while demandingly saying, "You stay in that position until you feel that all masters cum has left your ass, then take another shower, get ready, and meet me in the playroom."

"Yes, master," I repiedy, my voice hoarse, barely able to get a word out.

He walked out of the shower and headed towards the door, but stopped in his tracks and turned around to say, "I would not have been so harsh on your ass if you had not talked back to me. Remember that the next time you want to open your whore mouth for anything other than sucking my cock or answering my questions. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," I said, drawing out the words longer than necessary.

"Good," Master said as he exited the bathroom, leaving me bent over in the shower with his cum still dripping from my gaping ass.