My day had started really great, it felt like I was in some kind of fairytale. A man who I had come to fear and call master, not just only cooked for me but also served me the food on bed.
But I should have of course known that not everything goes smoothly, even in a fairy tale. At the end of my beautiful morning, I ended up with a freaking vibrator that does nothing else but to torment me.
The vibrator brings me close to having an orgasm, then stops… Refusing me from cumming. Right now, I am a horny mother fucker who can literally beg anyone to fuck me right now. Okay, maybe it hasn’t reached that stage yet.. but I do know there’s 30% possibility of me begging just literally any passer by to fuck me.
I thought the vibrator would only be left in me for just a day, but the next day… I still had the vibrator in me. And so was the day after that day, and then the day after the other day… Until it became a week.
I tried to concentrate on the plates I was washing, not an easy thing to do. I am one sleepy horny bastard.
I haven’t had a goodnight sleep for a week now, why? Because a freaking vibrator wakes me up in the middle of the night, with pleasant pleasure… Only to leave me hanging, begging for more.
I have pleaded with Ethan to put an end to the torture, I have cried.. licked his toes (yeah I did the disgusting thing again) gave him the puppy eyes and plus, I have been on my best behavior.
I sighed, as the familiar vibrating noise started again, stimulating my hormones into action. I grind my thighs together, wishing for nothing else but to have an orgasm.
“Fuck, ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyy.” I bit my lip, my eyes shut close… The plate in my hand shattering to the floor.
I didn’t care about the broken plates, I only cared about my freaking orgasm.
My pussy is already dripping wet, pulsating in pleasure. My stomach rumbled in anticipation, my breath increased… please, please, please, plsssssssssssss do not off vibrator, do not plsssssssssssss. It went off, the damn thing went off!! Leaving me hanging again.
“Argghhhhhhhh.” I yelled out in frustration falling to the ground. I want this to end, I want to cum so badly.. I just want to have my earth shattering release. I feel so sex starved.
“You should pick the broken pieces from the floor.” Ethan said casually, strolling into the kitchen.. like the master he is.
Here he is, looking so calm and casual. And I? I’m one big horny mess.
I want to explode at him, I want to yell at him.. and ask him to take this damn vibrator out of my vagina. I can’t do that, and seeing I can’t do this any of the things I mentioned. I bent down, picked up the broken glasses then I continued washing the dishes.
Without another word, Ethan left the kitchen. And in a few minutes, the vibrator started again.
“I’m done washing the plates master. Is there anything you would love me to do?.” I asked Ethan, walking into the sitting room.
“There’s none. If I did need anything slave, I would of course call on you.” He replied me, his eyes on the TV.
I sighed sadly, turned around heading back to the kitchen, ready for another day of torture in paradise.
No, I can’t settle for a day of torture.. I know I have tried everything possible for Ethan to take the vibrator out of me and nothing did work.
I turned back around with full speed, walked over to Ethan and knelt before him.
“What is it slave?.” He asked, his eyes still on the football.
“Uhm, I was wondering.. if there’s anything I could do.. to well, uhm.. get the vibrator off me.” My voice came out shaking, my fingers squeezed together.
“Nothing, absolutely nothing… Till I decide to take it off you slave.” He turns and stare at me, with a grin crawling around the side of his lips. I hate my life.
“Okay master.” I bowed my head, stood up and head back for the kitchen.
“Wait.” Ethan called out, I stopped walking immediately.. my stomach rumbling in excitement. Yes, this is it.. the moment I have been waiting for, all week.
“Yes master.” I said meekly, my ears standing at attention.
“I think, I do have a way… You want the vibrator out of your hole, right?.” Why is he asking, didn’t I make that clear already. Even if I didn’t want to say the word yes, I still did… “Yes, master.”
“Great, wear this.” He throws a white polythene bag at me, I caught it… Wondering what is in there.
“Whatever you see in it, wear it.” Ethan instructs. I turned around, heading for my room.
“Where are you going slave?.”
I turned back around, confuse as hell… “You asked me to put on the content of the bag.”
“Yes I did instructs you to do that.. and I’m pretty sure you can undress right here Infront of your master. Truth be told, I do not remember giving you the permission to go dress in your room.”
I gulped, sighed and started undressing slowly. Fuck, I thought Ethan was loosing up. He hasn’t flogged me since he let me sleep on my bed, yeah… Not even a simple spanking (I kind of missed it) Infact, I have been sleeping on my own bed since that very day.
He allowed me to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. He only bosses me around a little bit, he never got to hitting me.
I guess the ride is about to start again. Am I happy, that the beating and flogging, the painful Pleasure would start again. To be sincere, a part of me is. A part of me wants to be dominated harshly again.
I took off my clothes completely, and brought out the content of the polythene bag.
It’s a black crop top, really has a low cut.. then a really short black skirt, that barely covers my ass. What makes my new set of clothes stands out, is that… At the front of the top, there’s a writing in bold letters *OWNED* I smiled on seeing the word own, I miss this.
I miss Ethan using every opportunity he has, to tell me no one else but him owns me.
I wore the top and skirt with pride, knowing Ethan owns me.
“I’m done dressing master.” I informed him, staring at the ground.
“Good.” He stood up from the couch, beckoned for me to come closer.. Right Infront of him, he said.. “Grab your car key.”
I stared at him confused, what does he need my car key for? “Are we going out master?.”
“Yes.”
“Can I ask, where we are going to?.”
“The mall.” He answered. My jaw dropped in shock, we are going to the mall! With me dress like a slut, I’m not even putting on panties. To worsen it all, I have a collar around my neck.
I didn’t get the chance to reply back, cause the damn vibrator in me started it’s work. Fuck!