We are in your car, parked somewhere out of sight. The tension in the air is heavy with our arousal pent up since our last date.

"Undo your blouse for me."

"Yes, Master."

I do so and expose my white lace bra. You reach over and squeeze my breasts, young and firm in your large hands. The size of them on my frame makes your cock twitch and you imagine shooting your cum over them as you did last time. Seeing the drops of cum decorate my skin like strange pearls.

"Show me your nipples, pet."

"Yes, Sir."

I pull back the cups to show my mocha areolas and hardening nipples. Unclipping my bra and pulling it down to improve your view.

"Play with them for me, pet."

"Of course, Master."

I circle them with my nail before rubbing them between my fingers. You watch me lick a fingertip before touching them again and pinching them. I ring my fingers around my right areola and smile at you. Playing with my tits as your cock hardens and you hear the hitch in my breathing.

"Would you like Master to touch your tits?"

"I would love it, Sir."

"Beg me."

"Please Master, please touch my tits."

"What do you want me to do, slut?"

"Please Master, I'd like you to tease my nipples and pinch them."

"Like this?"

You reach over and stroke my nipples gently, hearing my soft moan as you do before pinching each sharply. You hear my squeal and whimper of pleasure when you repeat it. Tugging my nipples and twisting them as you see me tremble and listen to my shallow breaths. I look at you with flushed cheeks.

"Thankyou, Master."

"Would you like me to kiss them better, my little whore?"

"Please, Master."

You cup each tit in your hand and kiss my sore nipples in turn. Licking and sucking them as I moan softly and draw your head closer to me. My fingers tease your hair and you bite me gently.

Hearing my gasp of pleasure, you bite the other before moving up to kiss me. Your tongue enters my mouth and you feel me eagerly respond while my tits press against your chest. Drawing back, you slap each breast and smile at my expression. Seeing the arousal in my face and knowing how wet my cunt is.

"Thankyou for that, Master."

"What are you thanking me for, whore?"

"For slapping my tits, Sir."

"Would you like me to slap them again, slut?"

I nod with big, brown eyes and blushing cheeks. My nipples are stiff like chocolate bullets and you can smell the musk of my wet cunt. You slap them sharply then clasp my throat. Feeling my pulse beneath your hand race as I reflexively part my legs.

"Are you wet, my beautiful little whore?"

"I am Master."

"Show me, slut."

You lean back to watch me pull up my skirt and pull aside my panties. My small fingers spread my lips to show you my glistening snatch. You push a finger into my tightness and hear me gasp with pleasurable surprise. Fingering me before putting your finger in my mouth. I suck it and you remember my mouth on your cock.

"Good little pet, Master is pleased."

"Thankyou, Sir. Slut loves to please you."

"Master wants more at the hotel though."

"What would Master want, Sir?"

"To fuck your pretty mouth and cunt, whore."

"Yes Master, they are yours."

"I know they are and you are mine."

"I am, Sir."

I kiss you back softly with an affectionate touch of your cheek. You release my throat and cup my small, happy face.

"Beautiful. Cover up, let's go."

I redress and you begin the drive to the hotel we have the night booked in. You think of the gifts you have for me on the backseat and imagine how sweet I'll look with my wrists tied as I wear the new collar. Such a perfect pet.