It was the end of the third day of the conference, and as he left the office, he was looking forward to heading home early the following day, back to the care of his beautiful blonde submissive.

It came as some surprise when, on exiting the office, he saw his submissive waiting for him wearing a smart beige trench coat, her slim nylon-clad legs ending in black patent heels. She looked unsure of herself.

“I am sorry for surprising you, Master, but I did not want to be away from you for another night. I promise you, the house and garden are in perfect order for your return. If you wish to punish me in any way for surprising you, I, of course, understand, and shall submit to anything you wish.” She said nervously without taking a breath.

He raised a finger to her lips, stopping her from continuing. His finger was replaced by his lips as he gently kissed her. “Sorry, Master.” She whispered.

“Calm yourself, you have nothing to apologise for, I am very pleased to see you, my beautiful No 6.” He said before kissing her deeply.

“I must inform you, Master, that I have been thinking of you for the entire journey here. I have not touched myself the whole time you have been away, just as you ordered, and my panties are now rather soaked.” She whispered.

“Good girl for telling me, No 6, we had better get back to my room then.”

“Thank you, Master.” She beamed and clung to his arm on the short walk back to his hotel.

As they entered the room, she removed his coat and hung it on the hook on the back of the door.

“If I am not mistaken, you appeared rather pleased with yourself on the walk here, No. 6. Would you like to tell me why?” He asked.

“I am just proud and pleased to serve my Master well. I am always ready to serve you, Master, always.” As she spoke, she slowly unbuttoned her trench coat before holding it open. All she was wearing beneath was black lingerie and hold-up stockings.

“So I see, remove that coat and stand by the window so I can look at my property.” He said with a surprised smile.

“Of course, Master.” She answered with a smile. Allowing the coat to slide down her arms and walking to stand in front of the window, as she turned her back to him, he could see she was also wearing a leather harness that framed her buttocks perfectly.

“I hope my choice pleases you, my Master.” 

“Indeed, it does, No 6, you look absolutely radiant, the soft leather complements and contrasts your pale, delicate flesh perfectly, sit on the sofa.” He ordered as he removed his black suit jacket and tie. Undoing the top two buttons of his white shirt. Immediately, she crossed to the sofa and sat, pulling her legs up and lifting her head back as he walked behind her.

She sighed as his hand stroked her hair; her sighs turned to a gentle moan as his fingertips moved from her hair and grazed her throat, then gently tilted her head up to look at him. He leaned down and kissed her passionately.

When he broke the kiss, she stretched up towards him, trying to keep the contact for as long as possible. He slowly walked around to stand in front of the sofa.

“Turn around and bend over No 6, now.” He said calmly.

“Yes, Master.” She answered, turning immediately, recognising his voice had changed, dropping an octave as it did when he was full of desire. She waited with her breath held for his touch, but he paced the room behind her, studying her every curve. She knew he liked to make her wait.

“Master, please don’t tease. My body aches for your touch.” She implored.

“Eyes forward, No. 6,” he snapped. She complied immediately, but arched her back and moved her knees wider, presenting herself for him. He stroked her behind and then aimed a hard slap between the lines of the leather harness.

“Thank you, Master, Owe, thank you, Master OWEEE.” She cried out after each strike. By the tenth slap of the spanking, her buttocks were glowing a pleasing deep pink colour.

He ran his hands across her buttocks, then down the tight gusset of her panties. “You are very, very wet, No. 6.” 

“Yes, Master, I have been the entire journey here thinking about what you would do to me. Can I please suck your cock, Master, please, please, please?” She sighed.

He smiled and slowly walked towards the sofa, undoing his trousers as he walked.

“Bring that pretty mouth here, No. 6.” He ordered.

“Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you Masteeeeeeeer glug, glug, glug.” The end of her spontaneous outpouring of gratification was muffled as he slid his hard cock into her lips and immediately drove to the back of her throat, forcing gagging noises from the slim blonde, now on all fours on the sofa.

Finally, he withdrew a little as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his length, pumping it back and forth as she gasped for breath.

She looked up at him and rolled her tongue around the tip, tasting the bitter-sweet precum already beading up at the end. “I love sucking your cock, Master.” She sighed and then closed her eyes and took him to the back of her throat.

He stroked her hair as she continued to enthusiastically work him in and out of her tight lips, holding the base of the shaft and slowly forcing herself down until her nose almost touched his stomach, drawing a sigh from him.

“You are a very good girl, No. 6. Now turn around.” He said, his voice almost a whisper.

“Yes, Master.” She answered, sounding disappointed at the end of her task.

“Now slowly remove your panties, No. 6.”

“Yes, Master.” She turned and rested her head on the back of the sofa, reaching back and hooking her thumbs into either side of the delicate black thong and started to ease it down her buttocks beneath the leather harness.

“Slower”, said his voice from behind her. She slowed her progress further, and he watched captivated as the gusset of the panties clung to the soaking lips of her pussy, before finally peeling away to reveal the glistening temptation below.

“That is far enough, No. 6,” He ordered as the panties were around the bottom of her thighs. Still, he did not move and stood enjoying the spectacle before him. Finally, he stepped forward, stroking her behind gently, and she sighed.

He could feel the heat coming off her recently spanked behind. He pushed her thighs further apart and dragged his fingers firmly along the outer lips of her pussy. It was hot to the touch, and his fingers came away covered in viscous liquid.

“Please fuck me, Master, I need you inside me, Master.” She moaned.

“Ask me again, you know I love it when you beg No 6.” He teased, again stroking her behind.

“Please, Master, please fuck me, I beg you, fuck me like the little slut I am.” She whined, sounding genuinely desperate now. 

“That is my Good girl.” He groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her soaking slit and then drove deep into her.

She began moaning and gasping the second he penetrated her, leaning on her elbows before looking back. “You have had a long day, Master, let me do the work for you.”

He stood still as she started to move herself back and forth along his length, slowly at first, before gradually speeding up, then slowing again and reaching back, she spread her cheeks and pushed back against him as hard as she could. “I am going to cum, can I cum, Master, please Master please,” she cried out.

He grabbed the harness at her back and held her still, thrusting hard and fast into her slim body as her breathing became more and more erratic.

“Oh god, Oh god, I am going to cum, please can I cum, Master, please Master please, please, please”

“Cum for your Master No 6.” he had not finished the sentence before she lifted her head and cried out in release, her pussy pulsating and gripping his cock as she rode the powerful orgasm that seemed to go on and on.

She collapsed onto the back of the sofa as he thrust into her with renewed vigour. After a few minutes, when she had finally gotten her breath back, she turned and looked back at him. She slid forward off him and turned, dropping to her knees at his feet.

“Let me serve my Master”, she said. Before he could respond, she had wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started to pump her hand back and forth as he groaned above her. She could already hear him and leaned back slightly, looking up at him again.

“Would Master like to cum on my chest, on my face or in my mouth?” She asked excitedly.

“Good, Good girl for asking, I want to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow every single drop.” He gasped, concentration clear in his voice.

“Yes, Master.” She smiled and immediately devoured his cock again, almost instantly he grained, and she felt the first spurt of hot liquid hit the back of her tongue, she swallowed and moved him to the centre of her mouth, locked her lips around his girth and pumped every drop out of him onto her tongue.

When she was confident he was done, she sat back on her heels, swallowed with a loud gulp and opened her mouth wide so he could see it was empty.

He looked down at her smiling face and said, “Well, I don’t know about you, No. 6, but I have worked up an appetite; let’s go for dinner.”

“Yes, Master, I will only be a couple of minutes.” She said as she jumped to her feet, allowing the panties to slide down her legs, she stepped out of them and unclipped and slid off her bra, she picked up her blouse and headed for the bathroom.

“Where are you going, No. 6?” He demanded.

“To get ready, Master.” She answered, looking confused.

“You look beautiful as you are, No. 6. Let's go.” He said, holding up her trenchcoat.

She looked down at herself. Now completely naked apart from the leather harness and her heels. She walked over, turned and slid her hands into the coat.

“Yes, Master.”

(See story illustrations folder in Media section for pics to go with this story.)