Chapter one
My nerves tingle as I stand there barefoot in the kitchen, gazing at the contents of the refrigerator. It's one of my favorite places in this old mansion. Deep oak cabinets matching the dark marble floors and countertops. Its fully equipped with a double sided stove that sits nestled in the far corner. Beside it is a small side door that opens to the grill pit.
I glance at it and vaguely remember one of my first nights with Master. He'd promised to make me into the perfect kitchen maid as he readied to school me on a five course roasted duck meal.
"Now stand here, and wait for further instruction," Master nestles my thick curly red hair behind my ears. His dark green pupils slide over my body in appreciation and he smiles. My gut tightens, that lopsided half grin turns me to jello everytime. Especially when he's dressed in his house wear; denim jeans that hang loosely off of his hips and a
black wife beater that leaves his bulging biceps gleaming in the open. Like a walking wet dream.
"Yes Master," I say quickly. I feel so exposed in the clothes Im wearing. Master has a different outfit for every occasion. For my cooking lessons I'm dressed in a plain black skirt jumper that hugs my thick curves and leaves the bottoms of my ass cheeks hanging out. The neck line is designed like a choker and feels nice underneath my bright purple collar. There's no fabric where my chest is and i feel my nipples pucker to the brisk breeze that blows in from the open fire pit.
Master throws a couple of logs on the kindling fire. He takes the raw duck from the fridge and throws it on the chopping board. Grabbing a slim butcher knife, he gestures for me.
"Grab the veggies, Kitten. You can prepare the stir fry." He rakes his eyes over me as I brush past him. His hunger sets my clit on fire and I squirm. He grazes by me, lightly tapping his fingertips against my ass cheeks, and takes down a chopping board and knife for me. He sets them neatly on the counter before crossing his arms and leaning against the counter, never taking those blistering hazel eyes off of me.
"Come kneel like a good girl," He says softly. I stand in front of him, hand clasped tightly behind my back, knees spread wide and chest out. Good girl position as he swiftly explained it when I arrived. "Mmm," Master purrs. He unzips his pants and slaps the tip of his fat cock against my cheek. "Let me see some tongue,"
I stick my tongue all the way out and he glides his cock over it, teasing my wet lips. I gasp as he plunges all the way down inside my throat, my tongue caressing the underside of his smooth skin. My cheeks pool with saliva as he nudges in deep quick strokes all the way to the back of my throat just to pull out near the base of my tongue and plunge down again. And again. My throat tightens around his length as I gag and I feel myself involuntarily pulling away.
"What did I say about that?" He snakes a hand around the back of my head and grabs a fistful of my curls, holding me in place. "You swallow my cock until I say stop." He growls.
My pussy lurches at the dominance in his voice. Pleasure begins blooming in my center, snaking down around my clit and making my body shudder. I hold my throat around his cock as he strokes faster. Drool runs from my lips, dripping down to my exposed nipples.
Master moans loudly, his growl pushing me closer to cuming. I feel my eyes flutter closed as another wave of pleasure dismantles my pussy.
"Eyes on me." He grows. "Squeeze those titties together." I release my clasped hands and cup my breasts, bouncing them softly as our gazes lock. So much heat pooled in one gaze. There's fire around those irises, fire that's currently promising me the orgasm of my dreams. He takes his cock out of my mouth slowly, then begins taking his belt off, throwing it over his shoulder. He walks to the closet nearby and takes out a small seat. Its shaped to hold a perfect straddle and there's a small pad with a bunch of bristles sitting in the crotch. He sets in on an end table. From underneath the table he flips out four loops, one on each corner, that sit atop the table.
"Come here pretty kitty," He gestures for me to have a seat on this machine and i almost trip over myself from excitement. I climb into the seat and Master takes my hands and begins tying my forearms together behind my back. He wraps a separate rope around my wrists and fastens it to one of the hooks behind me. He does the same with both of my ankles and soon I'm comfortably strapped to the machine.
"Do you know what this is, Kitten?" He comes to stand in front of me, his bulging crotch right in front of my nose.
"I have a good idea, Master." i say softly. The rope around my wrists is pulled so tight it arches my back, pushing my bare breasts up.
"Good girl," he chuckles a low throaty growl, sending a shiver shooting down my spine. He flips a tiny switch on the side of the machine. The tiny pad around my pussy jumps to life, massaging a quick squirt from my clit within the first 5 seconds. Its so strong! "Tonight, I'm going to teach you how to cum on demand, my pet." He strokes his fingertips through my hair, wrapping coarse hands around my jaw and caressing the side of my face. "Open your mouth,"
My mouth nearly falls open as pleasure ripples through me, my clit a tender slippery mess on the machine. I had already begun to cum.
SLAP!
A startling burn grazes my ass cheek and I jump. Master has his belt in hand now, scowling down at me as he plays the tip of his cock around my tongue. A whimper escapes my lips followed by a deep moan as another orgasm builds in my clit.
"That pad is awfully wet for someone who hasn't asked permission to cum."He says, an amused glint in his eyes. He plunges into my throat hard and I gag as he holds me in place.
SLAP!
"If you want to cum, you ask me. Do not cum unless I say so Kitten," His voice is a throaty rasp as he fucks my throat harder. Tears spring to my eyes at the same moment I lose control of my pussy again. The machine sends vibrations rolling up the insides of my thighs. I scream around his cock as another orgasm rips through me.
Master growls in disapproval. "Really? what did I just say?" He switches his pace up and now his cock slides slow and hard all the way to the back of my throat, creating a slippery mess around my lips. He hits the exact same spot with the belt again. And again, a little harder than the previous smack.
I cant help but scream. I almost cum again but stop myself. I gaze up at Master with a pleading look.
"Have something to say, my pet? Go on ask me," Master says softly, continuing to fuck my throat slowly.
I gasp around his cock, spitting the words out as loudly as I can.
Master tsks. "I cant hear you," he says, the corners of his mouth tugs as he mocks sadness. "Try again,"
I spit the words out again and this time the tip of his cock slips out of my mouth for a moment and "cum please," bursts from my lips. The orgasm of my dreams sits nestled on the tip of my clit, waiting for the tension to pass so it can soak my seat with pussy juices. To my horror, Master smirks down at me, pushes his cock down into my slick throat again and says, "No, you wait. Bad Kitten."
He gathers my curly hair up in his fist and pulls my head into a more fuckable angle.
The tension between my legs begins to ache as I try as hard as I can to hold it. Master fucks my throat faster and I gag. I think I'm about to cum, but then he grazes the belt over my swollen ass cheek as though he can sense my release edging closer.
"Mmm better," he gasps, throwing his head back and growling. His fat cock thickens and goes stiff in my throat at his cum comes gushing out. "Aahhh! Cum now, Kitten."
Suddenly I'm a limp noodle having a small seizure. My muscles lock as I cum so hard the air thins and my head swims on a hard tide. It rolls pleasure through my belly until I'm a moaning whimpering mess. I feel my swollen clit begin to cum again and I gasp.
"Mm," Master smiles down at me, caressing his hand lightly through my hair as I ask permission to cum again. "Of course, my pet. Cum some more for me."
My body clenches and I squirt long and hard again. That's when i realize i never really stopped cuming. My clit is so swollen and sensitive, even the tiniest brush from the machine sends me over the edge. "Master! I can't stop! Ahhh!" Another orgasm rips through me and I try to jump from the seat.
Oh yeah. Ankles are tied.
Master chuckles. "I know, my pet. You just sit here while I start the food.." He kisses my forehead, locking gazes with me. "And don't forget to ask permission. I know what an orgasm sounds like," with that he turns and walks casually back into the kitchen as though he didn't jus leave me here, writhing and moaning on this pleasurable yet painful pussy device. To my horror, he doesn't even look back.
"Master!" I scream before another orgasm rips through me. He doesn't answer so I scream again for permission...
I run my finger over my clit as the memory washes over me. I grab the eggs and sausage from the top shelf and begin to wonder what this party tonight would have in store for me...
