I do as my master tells me and get on the bed, sitting at the bottom of the bed, waiting to see what my master has in store for me next. I hope I did enough to please him and let him know how sorry I was for the previous night's events. My ass is still sore from when master took me in the shower, so I am hoping to get some much-needed attention on my pussy. Master approaches me with his hands behind his back, and I am curious to see what he has hidden and whether I will like it or not.

Master turns to me and says, "Close your eyes, princess, this is your reward for being a good girl today; I have been waiting to give you this for a while."

I follow the master's instructions and close my eyes. As he approaches me very closely, I feel his breath on my neck and gasp. I feel something cold hit my neck and hear him fasten it behind my neck. Master moves back and says, "Okay, princess, open your eyes and look in the mirror."

I quickly get out of bed and rush over to the head-to-toe mirror in the corner of the room, where I scream in delight because my master has given me a beautiful collar made of black leather with the words "good girl" spelt out in polished metal separate letters with encrusted cubic zirconia around each letter. This is without a doubt the best gift that my Master has ever given me.

I rush back over to Master, drop to my knees, and thank him for my incredible gift. Master takes my hand and places me on the bed, saying, "You are welcome, my good girl; if you are good, I will reward you, and you look so sexy just wearing your collar for me; this collar cannot be removed without master's permission, do you understand?" I nod to him, too thrilled to say anything more because I am so amazed by my new, shiny collar.

"It is time for your reward, princess. Do you understand that I am going to blindfold you and tie you up to the bed?" Master tells me.

I reply, "Yes, Master."

"Good girl," master says as he places the blindfold over my eyes, and I can no longer see anything. He grabs my hair and pulls it up into a ponytail before guiding me back to the bed. Master takes my hands and guides them to the top corners of the bed, where the under-bed restraints are, and fastens them tight enough that I can not get my hands out, but not too tight that it hurts. Master then spreads my legs open, forcing them as far as my hips will allow, and ties them into the restraints in the same way he tied my hands in, but not too tightly. Master pulls on the restraints to ensure I have no way of escaping.

Master walks away from the bed, and I can feel the anticipation building inside of me; I have no idea what he is planning to do to me or what kind of reward I will receive. I turn my head to follow master's footsteps around the bed; master is currently playing with me, and the longer master waits before touching or playing with my body, the more anxious I become. After walking around the bed a few times, Master stops at the top of the bed and puts his hands on my cheeks. He then runs his hands very lightly down my face to my neck, making circles around it until only his fingertips are touching my skin. My senses are currently working overtime, so I let out a soft moan. Master proceeds to my breasts, where he gently massages them while gently pushing them together and releasing them. He takes his time, stroking every inch of my double D breasts. I start to groan more loudly now because getting my breasts touched and massaged truly turns me on.

Master then moves on to my nipples, gently running his fingertips over both at the same time. I groan and arch my back as he does this; having my nipples played with turns me on. I can feel myself getting wet as he continues to tease my nipples. He starts flicking them, making them hard, and I let out an ohh sound. When they are hard enough, master gets the nipple clamps he had placed on the bed earlier and gets them ready to use. He bites my nipples and clamps them, causing me to yelp and sending electric waves of pleasure through my body, causing my toes to curl.

Master then begins to run his fingertips down my stomach, making sure to lightly touch every single part of it, leaving no part of my skin untouched. Every inch of my body that Master touches feels as if it is on fire, burning the memory of touch deep into my skin. Master runs his fingers down my hips, past my pubic bone, past my pussy, but he does not touch it; instead, he goes straight to my inner thighs, causing me to groan in frustration. I really want him to touch my pussy; I am extremely turned on and need master to use my pussy.

I beg him, "Master, please, touch my pussy, I need your touch," but he ignores me and keeps running his fingers down my inner thighs, repeatedly coming dangerously close to my pussy lips on the way back up. He leaves them there for a few seconds, which is like torture, before running them down my thighs again to my calves, where he rubs them gently until my skin tingles and I wriggle around in my restraints. Master taps my breasts gently for wiggling around, and I grunt at him.

"Ah, ah, my good girl, do not ruin it now by misbehaving; keep still and be quiet, like the good girl you are for master," he demands, and I nod my head, not wanting to speak up again; I need to be a good girl to continue receiving the reward I deserve after the punishment I received earlier.

As soon as master has finished touching my entire body, he walks away from the bed, leaving me tied up here, my body overly sensitive and eager for more; I can not get enough of what master does to me. A few minutes pass, which seems like an eternity when I am lying here unable to see or move. I hear master's footsteps approaching the bed, and then he drops some items on it, causing the weight to push down on the bottom of the bed. Anticipation is creeping up on me, and I am not sure how much longer I can hold out before exploding; the tension, the need, is reaching new heights. Suddenly, I feel a light prick on my arm; master has chosen a steel windmill to tease me with. As he gently runs the spikes down my arms and I squeeze my legs together, my pussy throbs and aches to be touched. Master growls and pushes my legs open. I whimper as he runs the windmill down my arms, applying a little pressure as he goes. I continue to whimper as he does so because the slight pain from the windmill penetrates my soul and sends waves of pleasure through my body. My mind feels like it is being transported to another world; there is something seductive about giving master complete control of my body; he always looks after me and rewards me generously.

Master returns the windmill to the bottom of the bed and picks up something else; this time, he walks closer to my pussy, and I suddenly hear the noise I have been waiting to hear: vibration. 'Oh fuck yes', I think as master spreads my pussy lips open, grabbing more clamps and placing one on both of my pussy lips and pulling them wide open. The clamps master uses on my pussy have a chain with weights on the end to ensure that my pussy lips remain as wide as he wants them to be. Master places the wand directly on my clit, and I can not stop the moans that escape my mouth; this is what I have been dying for all day, and it is heavenly, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. I begin thrusting my hips against the wand, as I feel myself approaching an orgasm. Master notices how my body reacts to the wand, and as I was about to ask permission to cum, he takes the wand from my clit.

I whimper, my body almost shaking, wanting and needing to cum so badly that I begin to move my hips side to side, but master presses down on my hips, preventing me from moving and begins to tut at me. I sigh in frustration as I feel the orgasm fade and relax a little. Master notices this and places the wand back on my clit. I start panting, unable to control the sounds coming out of my mouth; master does not seem to mind that I am not being quiet anymore; in fact, I think it amuses him because I can hear him chuckle lightly. The desire to cum washes over my body, and I start wiggling, moving, and doing anything I can while restrained to finish this orgasm, but the master will not let me; he pulls the wand away again.

"Fuck," I yell in frustration; I can not take it any longer; I desperately need to cum.

"What did you say to me, Whore?" Master snaps at me.

I whimper, knowing I am in trouble, and hoping to save myself from a punishment, I say, "Sorry master, I was not swearing at you, I just need to cum soo badly, please master, please, please let me cum," as I continue to beg him.

"That is not good enough, whore; tell master how much you need to cum; I want to hear the desperation in your voice," the master says to me sternly.

"Master, I am pleading with you, I need to cum so badly, I can not take it any longer, I need to cum for you soo badly, your pussy is aching, pulsating, needs to cum soo badly, please let me cum, your pussy needs it, please, please, please," I beg him like I have never begged before because I need that sweet release.

"That is my good girl," he says quietly. "That is my pussy, and I believe it is time for it to provide me with some delicious nectar."

With a sense of relief, I say, "Thank you, master, thank you."

Master places the wand back on my clit, this time moving it up and down from my clit to my pussy entrance, my body is in a state of euphoria, my mind goes blank, and all I can think about is this mindblowing orgasm that is building up; I can feel it getting closer; I need it, I want it, and I have to have this release.

"Master, can I please cum, please?" I beg, as the orgasm threatens to push me over the edge.

"Hold it a little longer, my good girl," master says, amused by my struggle.

"Yes, master," I say, doing my best to keep this orgasm from escaping my body and soaking master in sweet nectar.

"Please, master, please, please let me cum and give you this sweet sweet nectar I bust at the seams to give you," I start to beg master again because I can not contain it and it is right there, threatening to take control.

Master says, "You may cum, my good girl," and I immediately begin to cum, squirting my sweet pussy juices all over the bed and the wand while soaking myself in the process. My mind is completely blank, the pleasure my body is receiving is on a whole new level, my pussy is squirting juices out, and I can not stop it; master has oversensitized my body, and I absolutely love it. A few minutes later, I finally finish my orgasm, and I can not stop panting as my mind slowly returns to a functional state following that electrifying release. Master leans over and licks my clit, sucking up the last drops of cum while I moan loudly, my clit feeling especially sensitive.

"Thank you, master, for letting your good girl cum," I say, barely able to get any words out.

"You are welcome, my good girl," he says as he goes back down for one last lick, "mmm, delicious, such sweet nectar," he says as he stands up, walks up to where my head is, bends over, and grabs my chin. He kisses me passionately, forcing his tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself on his tongue. He is correct; I do taste delicious, and I moan into his mouth, enjoying the pleasure of the kiss and the taste of my cum.

"Do you like the way you taste, my good girl?" Master asks as he removes his lips from mine.

I answer him breathlessly, "Yes, master, I do, I do so much."

With a kiss on my forehead, he responds, "That is my good girl. You did soo good today, my good girl. Now relax."

I have never felt more satisfied than I do now, and he has not even fucked me yet; I can not wait until he does.