The master come in, casually taking a seat, not even flinchi..

The master come in, casually taking a seat, not even flinching; the noises she produced and the curves of her body ignored. He could be so cruel in times like this...when she needed it most. He looked as clean cut as he did that morning, slick black leather shoes, ironed dress pants and a blue button up with a black vest neatly buttoned over it. She stared at him, limbs trembling, the low hum of the toy between her thighs filled the silent room as she had quieted in his silent presence. A hiccup of a whimper and he finally looked up at her, a slow smirk turning up one side of his mouth. He pulled from his pocket his watch, the chain jingled in a whisper – it was only a quarter till, another 15 minutes to go. He glanced up from the seconds ticking away and chuckled at her pouty expression, something that always got to him ( even as he masked it well). Before he could open his mouth she was on her hands and knees and crawling towards him. "Good girl," took the place of the command that had been on his lips. Her cleavage grew in the down position. His eyes immediately roamed from her neck to her breasts down her sides to those adorable hips and the lush backside; a deep throaty growl resonated as he felt himself harden staring at her so in lust and so at his disposal. She was all his, he owned her flesh, her soul...all buyable, well, bought. Her dress moved up the small of her back the more she crawled, revealing the pale blue boyshorts. The closer she got the louder the toy was and he clucked his tongue and laughed when she was at his feet. "Take it out, little one." He instructed not moving an inch, even as his errection strained him. She stopped just short of his patent leather shoe and sat up on her hind legs, a trembling hand reaching beneath the soaked underwear, and let the two bullets fall; one had been pressed to her clit the other inside of her. "Naughty girl, two?" She mewled quietly, blushing with shame. He leaned towards her brushing her cheek before cupping her chin. "Punishment will have to be on hold for now... go on then, finish yourself...ah- no. no." He stopped her from reaching for him. "Without him." He had nodded to his privates that she had been fixing to get her hands on but stopped when instructed so. Slight panic and confusion followed suit. She stared at him and glanced back at her toys on the ground and off; the shake of his head let her know those were prohibited too. He felt a spike of pity in her lost innocence and wiggled his foot at her, a hint. Big brown eyes fell onto the moving foot and she burned with embarrassment at the idea – at the realization coursing through her mind. She scooted herself forward till she was pressing herself into his knee and shin, her thighs straddling that fine leathered foot. His approving smirk only told her that this had been his idea all along. "Go on then…I want to see you cum. Cum." He ordered her firmly in her hesitation. Her ran his fingers over the top of her head, feeling the brown curls and pulling them slightly in encouragement. She bit her lip as she let her legs slide wider and wider apart; he helped her in that he tilted his foot up, meeting her soaked panties and enjoying the sharp gasp and moan that came out. "Don't be shy. My good little whore, using just what she needs to cum for her Master." She whimpered as he cooed at her, rubbing while she ground into him. She began to burn up again, face and chest flushed with her excitement. She pressed her breasts into his knee and moved her hips to and fro while up and down to get the full motion of stimulating her clit. He sat so poised, watching her intently as she used his foot to masturbate. He only once adjusted himself, finding it hard to resist the urge while such a creature, so obedient and beautiful obeyed him to the T. The rising pleasure was shameful but enjoyable; she didn't want to stop as she clung to his leg. Panting and whining she didn't stop until she reached her climax. The pleasure had built up in her stomach, her thighs weakening even as every muscle in her tensed and her lips parted for both deep and high pitched groans. Her underwear was sticky with pleasure and barely a barrier; his shoe would shine with her juices. He chuckled and smiled with approval. She panted now, resting against him as he pet her. He adored her sweet sounds, her heavy breathing, that face, oh how he enjoyed watching it contort with pleasure. "Such a good girl, doing as she's told." He pulled his hand back and moved to pat his lap, avoiding his member that firmly strained against the dark pants. Managing to get to her feet seemed a feat in itself and was thankful to sit back down. His hand rested on the small of her back and the other on the inside of her thigh, nails scratching the soft flesh. "I never grow tired of the feel of you."