Taught to Love (BDSM)

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I woke up and realised I had fallen asleep on the floor I swore it was impossible to sleep on.

I didn't even have a pillow or something to cover my body. I'm no princess. I'm a slave.

I looked at my master, sleeping on the bed, right beside me. He was cruel man, he only put me on the floor beside the bed he was sleeping more, so it hurt me more.

Right in the moment I was begging to feel special, he reminded me that I was nothing but his slave.

I got up from bed and felt so much pain, on my arms, back, ass and my core. It felt like I lost my virginity all over again, but so much pleasure and desire to do it again. Everything. I wouldn't change anything.

I got up from the floor and walked to the play room, ignoring the ache on my body and legs. I tried to fix my walk, because I was sure I was walking like Dasy duck.

I went to the cleaning room to take all of the things I needed to clean the play room. It was one of my duties.

Once I got to the play room, I slowly opened the door to not disturb master's sleep.

I was ready to start cleaning but I saw nothing to clean. Everything was cleaned and in the right places.

I but my lip and looked at the bed we fucked on. A leather bed, uncomfortable and cold. I traced it and my walls clenched in need again.

I felt like I becoming an addict. My need for sex duplicated. My pussy was already wet with the expectation of being fucked and humiliated again.

I sighed and took all of the products I took to clean the play room and got out of there.

My stomach growled inside me. I needed to eat. And feed my master.

I ran to the kitchen and began cooking. I was happy that I reminded myself to buy groceries a week ago.

I wore an apron and began to bake, fry and cook. The kitchen smelled good with the mix of various foods.  I already expected my master to appear upset with me for being too loud.

The last thing I did was taking the cake from the oven and let it cool a bit before i put it on the table. I was proud of the way I set the table, it had so many foods... I just wanted him to have options.

I walked to his room and slowly opened the door. The man was still sleeping. He slept like a huge baby, a gourgeous huge baby that happened to be naked, his cock was huge and thick. Just what my pussy needed.

I got on the bed and reached his dick with my trembling hands. I sigh escaped his lips when I slowly moved my and back and forward. With so little contact, my master's cock was already semi hard. I took him in my mouth while I massaged his balls.

I just started to just suck the head and my hand to slowly pump him, groans from him were already very audible.

He was already rock hard, when I started to take him all to my mouth.

"What- fuck... Alice! Ah shit!" He said surprised while I took his all length inside my mouth in a slow pace, to tease him.

But he wasn't having it. He held my hair and forced me to move faster. I could feel him in the back of my throat. He moved my face faster.

"Fuck..." he groaned and from his moves, he was close.

My eyes were already full of tears. He didn't give me time to breathe.

I felt his warm release in my mouth and made a finally move inside me. I swallowed his cum, while I looked at him.

He was still holding my hair so he pulled me up and looked at me. He didn't say anything, just looked.

"Good morning..." I said breathlessly.

"What was your idea?" He said.

"Waking you up?" I said, trying to ignore the fact that my legs were apart and felt his still erect dick on the inner side of my tighs.

He looked at my lips and pulled my face closer to his. "Who have you permission to touch me?"

Oh no...

"Master-"

"And didn't I tell you to never wear any piece of clothing?!"

"I was cooking and-" before I could speak, he pulled my face to the bed and pulled my ass up.

"I think you're digging for a punishment."

My heart hammered inside my chest. I couldn't think straight. Adrenaline was running through my veins.

"Count at every stroke I give you."

He hit my ass with so much force that I screamed. "Ah oh God!"

Another slap. "COUNT!"

"ONE!"

After so many strokes, I reached to fifty. Crying. I realised that yesterday he went easier on me. His hand was hitting my skin twenty times worse than the whip and the flogger did.

"Fifty." I sobbed. "I'm sorry for disobeying you, master." I cried. He left me so vulnerable.

He pulled my head up again, our lips were inches apart again. Suddenly, I felt his fingers inside my wet pussy.

I moaned. "Fuck!"

"You clearly aren't sorry." He took his fingers off my body and I whimpered. He took his fingers to mouth and sucked my juices.

So fucking hot!

"Delicious."

I bit my lip, while I stared at the Greek God in front of me. I wanted to kiss him.

Kiss me

He lowered his forehead to mine. Our eyes were still opened.

Kiss. Me.

"Ki- ah" he surprised me by carrying me and thrusting his while length inside me. "Oh God!" He pounded into me mercilessly.

He switched positions laying me on bed, putting my legs on his shoulders.

He reached places I didn't even know existed inside me. That was too much for me to handle.

"So fucking tigh!" My master groaned as I was a moaning mess under him.

"Oh shit oh shit!" I lost it when I felt his finger on my my clit, furiously moving in.

Just what I needed to explode. I felt pure bliss as he kept moving inside me looking for release.

Just like that I came, with my eyes closed, bitting my lip. His release came just after mine.

"That was awesome." I said, still trying to catch my breath.

"Did you just cum without permission?"

Oh no...

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