Master’s Desk (Part 2)

If you missed Part One click here.

I came back to the present as Master was unlocking my wrists. Just a spanking? He called me here just for a spanking? Okay, it was an unbelievable spanking, but he didn’t even have his release yet.

Master pulled my arms out one at a time. He massaged my muscles as he pulled on first one arm, then the other. I must have started to get up because he put his hand firmly on my back, pressing my breasts roughly into the no longer cool desk. I moaned around the gag and turned my head to look at him.

“Put your head down and clasp your hands behind your neck.”

“Yth, thr.”

I did as I was told. Apparently the spanking was not all Master had in mind.

Master locked my hands in place and oiled my sore thighs and ass. He massaged the oil into all the hurt. I could feel all the leftover tension seeping out of me. I could feel the heat seeping out of my pussy. Dripping.

Master mixed my moisture with the oil and began to play at my ass. I moaned with pleasure as his finger slid inside me. In and out. First one, then two fingers. Slowly he stretched yet another muscle.

And then I was plugged and Master was gone.

I lay, ass up, to the hot summer sun. I was content to be there: naked, relaxed, waiting for my Master. I was bound and gagged, collared and plugged. I was stretched completely. My sorry ass held open for him. My heart full. I closed my eyes and slept.

I woke to the sound of typing. Master was back. I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. My gag was gone. Hmm. He caressed my cheek and I turned to kiss his palm.

“Good Pet. Are you hungry?”

“A little, Sir.”

He fed me a piece of watermelon and I licked his fingers. It was cool and delicious. I closed my eyes to savor its goodness. Master’s hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards the side of the desk and his waiting cock. I quickly swallowed so I could take him in.

Master pushed his hot cock over my cold tongue and down my throat. I gagged and struggled to breathe while he held me there.

“Mmmm,” I purred all over that wonderful cock.

Master fucked my mouth and fed me his hot salty cum. I licked my lips savoring his every drop.

I watched him return himself to his pants. I smiled at him as he sat back down at his desk. He pushed me back so he could see my tear-streaked face and the computer screen at the same time. Master fed me more watermelon, stroked my face, and continued to enjoy whatever he was reading online.

Most of the day, I lay across Master’s desk. Eventually he took the plug out of my ass and replaced it with his cock. By the time the hot summer sun made its way below the horizon Master had fucked every hole I had to offer.

When finally he released me, Master had to carry me to the bath he had prepared. My legs were weak. I was dripping his cum and my own.

Master bathed me in cool soothing water scented with vanilla. He washed my hair. He massaged my arms and legs. And finally he slid his wet soapy fingers in and out of my pussy and around my clit. Over and over again Master did this giving me one final release before wrapping me in a fluffy towel and tucking me into bed.

The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was hearing my Master’s voice.

“You are such a good little pet.”

~ by Diana on April 29, 2008.

2 Responses to “Master’s Desk (Part 2)”

  1. I wonder what might happen next. You really are a good little one.

  2. How very obedient. Nice.

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