Kylie’s P. O. V
I knelt in front of him on the imported carpet of the floor, hugging my body with both hands to avoid the chilly air that made me shiver.
“Spread your knees wider. I want to inspect every part of your body,” he ordered again. Shame was an understatement compared to what I was feeling at that moment. Tears wanted to come out of my eyes breaking all the boundaries I was holding up. I took a deep breath and spread my knees wider. The cool air touched my most delicate part of the body, sending a chill up to my core.
I was waiting patiently for his inspection to end soon. But he was sitting there idly watching me shivering as if he had all the time in the world.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you still have a lot to learn before you can pleasure your Master,” he shook his head in disappointment and continued, “Hands in your back, straighten your posture, push your chest up so that your Master can see your perky br**sts and hardened n***les. I bet you are enjoying this,” he ordered. His voice was laced with lust and authority. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling aroused just by the thought of him dominating me.
Something inside me was urging me to follow his every order. I straightened my back pulled my hands behind me and pushed my chest up. As soon as my ni**les came into contact with cool air they hardened like pink pebbles.
“That’s like my good little slave!” he standing up from the sofa.
“From now on, whenever I will ask you to present yourself for inspection, you will present yourself in this position. Is it clear?” he whispered near my ear, his lips softly brushing my earlobe.
“Y-yes,” I managed to spell out, stopping myself from moaning in front of him.
“Yes, what?” he barked again in his domineering voice.
“Yes, M-master,” I stuttered.
“Perfect! Now let me check you thoroughly,” saying that he brushed his fingers from my nose, following my jawline, neck to my collarbone, descending to my cleavage then downwards. I gasped the moment his fingers brushed my hard nipple. It felt like a bolt of current passed through my body.
“Look, who is aroused just by her Master’s touch, you dirty, naughty slave,” he whispered, fanning my ear with his breath. I clenched my fingers behind my back to restrain the sensation forming in my belly.
He gave a pinch on my hardened pebble and pulled it with his thumb and forefinger.
“Ahhh,” a small moan left my lips. He stopped on whatever he was doing, and closed his eyes for a few moments before opening them again. He slid his hand between my inner thighs. The moment his fingers touched my over-sensitive clit, I wanted to jump with this sudden contact but his other hand restrict me from doing so.
“Let me check how wet you are,” saying that he inserted two fingers inside my p***y and a moan escaped my mouth.
“Mmhhh, Sebastian.” The moment his name came out of my lips, he withdrew his fingers making me empty all of a sudden.
“No, no, no, this is not the time I pleasure you but vice versa,” he stood up in front of me unbuttoning his trousers. In a swift motion, he pulled down his trousers and boxer making his hard member freely hanging in front of my eyes.
“Now, act like a little slut you are and take me in your mouth,” he ordered in a husky voice. With a shaky hand, I grabbed his hard member. A drop of pre-cum was glistening at the center of the purple head. I slowly parted my lips and took it in my mouth. I sucked it hard as much as my little cavern can accommodate.
But soon he became frustrated and pushed my hand away. He grabbed my hair forcibly and started thrusting in my throat. It was poking into my inner esophagus, making it hard for me to breathe. It was hurting me a lot, tears started flowing from my eyes. But he just closed his eyes and continued f**king my mouth with full force. I was gagging from this torture but who was he to care about me?
He continued until I felt his salty seeds deep in my throat. His full body jerked several times before stopping his movement. My throat was hurting so much that it was hard for me to swallow anything, so the moment he pulled out his member, his cum mixed with my saliva started flowing out of my mouth, spreading on my chest.
“Now you are looking better,” he said pulling up his trousers. He walked to his mini bar and picked a paper from there.
“Here’s the schedule of your duty from tomorrow to the next year. If you are late for half a second, prepare yourself for a punishment like today. But don’t worry, you managed to pleasure your Master today so I will deposit your service fee in your account. Your room is at the end of the right corridor, now leave. I don’t want to see your pathetic face,” he said making a disgusted face.
Wasn’t he saying I was looking better smeared in his cum? Was he suffering from a split personality disorder? Who cares, I just wanted to go to my room and cry my heart out till I fell asleep after this long day. I carefully stood up with my wobbly legs, grabbed the paper from his hand, gathered my clothes, and walked in the direction of my appointed room.
The room was big with a queen-sized bed and two doors on the left, which I guess were thw washroom and closet. But I was in no mode to check them out. I threw the clothes at the far corner of the room and sat at the edge of the bed. I glanced at the paper in my head with my daily work schedule.
Prepare my clothes – 6 AM
Breakfast should be ready- 7 AM
Present in office- 8 AM
Cook lunch – 1 PM
Afternoon snacks and coffee – 4 PM
Office ends – 6 PM
Be at home- 6. 30 PM
House cleaning, laundry, and dinner should be done before – 8 PM
Please you Master between 9 PM – 6 AM
Note: Apart from this schedule be ready to fulfill your Master’s desire wherever or whenever he wants.
What the fuck! did he leave me a single minute of my life? I am not just his sex slave but his cook, maid, and personal slave too. Was this the price of my father’s life or he was punishing me for something else?