The following weekend, he arrived at her house wearing a burgundy suit, a tie and a black shirt. She answered the door in a very low-cut, long, flowing button-up dress, which showed off her impressive chest, her collar and her high heels. Her long, straight, waist-length blonde hair was loose, flowing down her back.

“Good evening, Master. Would you like a coffee?” she asked politely as he entered.

“Yes, please, Doll,” he answered as he removed his suit jacket, strode into the living room and sat on the sofa. The room was bathed in low light from a table lamp.

She returned a few minutes later, handed him the cup and carefully dropped to her knees facing him a few feet away, back straight, head slightly bowed, with her palms on her thighs as he had taught her.

“I would like to know how you felt when I left last weekend, Doll, and please be honest," he said.

“Yes, Master,” she answered before pausing for thought. “For the first couple of minutes, I was just catching my breath, but once the adrenaline subsided, I felt used. I had a wave of humiliation, knelt in my own house with my ass stinging, covered in your cum, not allowed to move, but I wanted to prove I could be obedient and was determined to follow instructions. When you finally rang and said good girl, I had a real sense of pride. I have thought about that many times this week, and I always have a little twinge of humiliation, but it has also  made me wet, every single time.”

He smiled and said, “Thank you for being so honest with me, Doll. Do you remember what else I said that night?”

“Yes, Master, you said it was to remind me that I am your slave to use as you wish.”

“But I also said, next time I see you, you have earned a reward of your choice,” he reminded her.

“My reward is to serve my Master,” she responded immediately.

“Very good girl, but I am quick to punish you when needed, so I should also reward you when you deserve it, which you most definitely do. I am sure you have thought about it, so what reward does my slave want?”

There was a long pause before she sheepishly said, “For tonight, can I be in charge, please, Master?”

“I think I can allow that, Doll, just this once.”

She stood and moved a black leather-padded dining chair into the middle of the room, saying, “Would you sit here, please, Master?”

He moved to sit on the chair and watched as she walked to the small stereo and pressed play. As the music started, she crossed to stand on the other side of the room facing him.

She started to slowly unbutton the long, flowing dress, swaying slightly to the music. When the dress had opened to her navel, he could see she was not wearing a bra. She slowly turned her back to him as she bent slightly to finish unbuttoning the dress before standing and allowing it to fall from her shoulders to the floor.

Her hair was swaying and brushing her plump ass; he could now see she was not wearing panties either.

She turned to face him, head and eyes still respectfully lowered, and her large breasts moved as she swayed to the music. She was still wearing the heels, and black stockings were clipped to a delicate lace suspender belt that perfectly framed her freshly shaved pussy.

She removed these too, wanting to be naked in front of him.

She took a couple of paces towards him and again dropped to her knees, carefully tying her long hair back into a ponytail and placing her hands on her thighs before she spoke.

“Would you take me over your knee and spank me, please, Master?”

“It would be my pleasure, Doll; come here,” he said.

Without hesitation, she crawled the distance between them and climbed across his knee. He stroked his hand briefly over her round, pale bottom before slowly slapping each cheek in turn.

After a minute, he paused again to stroke and knead her ass before again spanking her. After a few more minutes, she whispered, “Harder, please, Master.”

He could not help but smile as he spanked her with renewed energy, taking her at her request and thrashing her delicate flesh harder and faster.

Despite not being able to stop herself from writhing on his knee against the pain, which now throbbed across her behind, she exclaimed again, “Harder, Master, harder.”

He spanked her now glowing red ass, almost as hard as he could, another 8 or 10 times, the last few drawing a sharp yelp from her throat as her hand grabbed his ankle and squeezed tight. As he stroked his hand gently across her ass, he could feel her slowly relax across his knee.

In between gentle, slow sobs, she said, “Thank you, Master.”

“Good girl,” he replied as his fingers slid down to her now wet pussy. He firmly stroked and then parted her swollen lips, teasing her before gently inserting first one, then two fingers inside.

Her sobs turned to sighs, then moans, as he moved his hand faster till her voice, barely a whisper, said, “Master.”

“Yes, Doll," he answered, his fingers still moving frenetically deep inside her.

She forced the words out between gasps, “Spank, spank, my pussy, Master.”

Surprised but intrigued, he slid his fingers out and gently slapped her swollen pussy. Reacting to her increasing gasps, he slowly slapped her harder and faster till she cried, “Make me cum. Master, please may I cum?”

“Yes, Doll,” he said and started to rapidly rub her clitoris.

She came quickly and loudly before slowly subsiding across his lap.

She composed herself, looked up at him and said, “Thank you, Master. I want to suck your dick now, please.”

“Good girl,” he said and helped her off his knee. She knelt between his legs, carefully unzipped his trousers and released his erect penis. She rolled her tongue around the tip before hungrily sucking it further in and slowly sliding her lips as far down the shaft as she could, taking almost his entire length into her mouth, holding there for a second, then retreating to start again, drawing low sighs from him.

After doing this for a short while, she started to speed her movements up, not taking him as deep into her throat but sucking him with more determination. Her hands found his and placed them on either side of the back of her head, wanting him to take control, which he did.

He could hear her breathing had become heavier, and, looking down, realised she had opened her knees wide and dropped one of her hands between her legs and was rubbing herself.

She withdrew a little, moved his hand to the back of her head and whispered, “Choke me with your dick, please, Master,” as her hand pumped its length.

“With pleasure, Doll,” he replied, then tightened his grip on her hair and slowly forced himself to the back of her throat. She gagged a little and instinctively tried to push back, but he added more pressure to the back of her head and forced himself deeper still.

Ten seconds later, he finally eased the pressure, and she half coughed and spluttered as she rose halfway up his cock. He looked down at her tear-stained face and smiled before forcing her again to take him to the back of her throat, this time holding her gasping and gagging for twenty seconds. 

A few minutes later, he felt her pushing back against his hands.

She lifted her head and looked at him, eyes full of desire.

“I want you inside me; I need you inside me.” Her eyes closed as she continued to stroke her pussy. “Please, Master, " she implored.

He lifted her to her feet and swiftly removed his shirt as she straddled him. She took hold of his dick and impaled herself, slowly sliding down, feeling him fill her, his lips immediately finding one of her nipples and sucking it into his mouth; she rode him with urgency, his hands cupping her ass which was still stinging from the earlier savage spanking, the memory of which pushed her over the edge and she arched her back, and he felt the muscles in her pussy spasm in intense orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, she clung to him and whispered in his ear, “Cum inside me, Master, please, Master,” and again started riding him vigorously till she felt his hands grip her ass and pull her onto him as his hot liquid flooded deep inside her.

“Thank you for my reward, Master," she sighed as they clung to each other, gasping for breath.                   

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