She would spank me if she knew I was touching myself like this. She would grab me by my hair and tell me just how slutty and bad it was to touch myself. I could hear her whispering in my ear as she let her fingers move over my bare skin, towards my aching pussy. My mistress would dip her fingertips into my puffy wet lips, soaking her hand in my juices, then snake her hand up and shove her fingers in my mouth...
At this, I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I hoped she would find me like this and punish me, I hoped she would give me the release I needed. My fingers were now moving frantically on my little clit, my other hand pinching and twisting and flicking a nipple. Closer and closer my orgasm crept up on me.
My toes curled, I arched my back and screamed for my mistress as juices flooded out of my throbbing pussy, soaking my black silk sheets and fingers. I couldn't help but cry out as wave after wave of pleasure hit my trembling body, even though I knew that I would be severely punished for doing so. I could make no noise for anyone but my mistress. I could be pleasured by no one but my mistress.
With a sigh, I smiled and drifted to sleep, exhausted from my passionate orgasm, knowing that my mistress was watching me, and that the morning would bring both pain and so much pleasure...
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I woke with a hard slap to the face and was yanked upright by the hair. "Awake yet, slave?" My mistress said quietly, patiently, leaning but a few inches away from my face. I opened my eyes and nodded compliantly. She smiled her sweetest smile and gave me the softest, kindest kiss she possibly could. It lasted for only a few seconds, and when she broke away from my lips, my brown doe-eyes were full of lust and intoxication at her intimacy. I adored this side of her; the side that showed true love for me.
"Get dressed, love. It's time for work. And no I will not punish you for touching that nice little pussy of yours... That would be giving you what you wanted, wouldn't it, slave," Mistress purred, her blue eyes melting my very soul.
"What would you like me to wear, Mistress?" I dared to run my fingers down her cheek absentmindedly.
"Hm I'm thinking you should wear that black and red corset... I acquired for you last week... with the matching... undies and nylons," my mistress kissed down my jaw and neck, her hands running in small circles over my naked body.