Miss Kitty turned up the slave’s chin with one fingernail so the girl looked her in the eye.
“What does your collar say girl?”
The slaves deep blue eyes were wide. She was nervous and aroused.
“Fuck me.”
Miss Kitty smiled and slapped the girl hard across her upturned buttocks making the girl wince and totter forwards.
“Say it again.”
The slave bit her lower lip, a gleam of defiance dancing in her eyes.
“FUCK me!” she said, slowly and firmly.
Miss Kitty grasped the girl by her shining blonde hair and kissed her roughly, pushing her tongue deep into the heat and wetness of the girls open mouth. Then she shoved her away.
“Later,” Miss Kitty snapped as she turned on her heel and left the room.
***
“Hmmm!” he purred in her ear as he reached around her from behind and cupped her heavy breasts in his hands and squeezed her flesh.
“Dangerous to leave you alone in this state.”
The slave breathed hard. Her heart was beating fast.
He caught her nipples, pert and erect between his fingers and clamped them together until she caught her breath with the pain and her legs gave way a little. He supported her weight with his hands and pulled her back against him, lifting her perfectly round buttocks up so that his thick hard cock was stiff between her thighs, the swollen head already sliding into the gaping heat of her wetness.
He pulled her back against his chest crushing her tits with his fingers, letting her gasp “Oh my God!” as he let her weight sink down, and his cock filled her.
“Oh you sweet bitch,” he moaned as he felt her tight pussy walls grip him. Her legs spread wide and she shuddered.
He lifted her up, drawing his swollen cock from her, and then pushed her down again, fucking her deep and slow. She arched her back and pressed her shoulders and arse cheeks deep into his muscular body, wishing he would be as rough as he liked as he did her; as he fucked her while her Mistress was away.
***
(Later)
“There’s a skyscraper in Chicago,” he said as she stared deeply into his eyes, “with a balcony, thousands of feet above the street made of pure glass.”
She nods.
“I lead you into the glass chamber by the leash fixed to your collar. On Miss Kitty’s orders, you understand.”
She nods again, a curl of blonde hair straying across her face. “Of course Sir.”
“You kneel before me looking up expectantly, and fumble at the fly of my suit trousers. You slide a hand in and find my cock, stiff and hard for you, ready to fill you and plunder you; ready for you to worship. You pull it and slide its length into your hot slutty mouth. I call you a filthy whore.”
She licks her lips, and watches him closely, her pupils dilated, arousal evident in her every move.