A story

So I was daydreaming and I had a lovely idea for an erotica story, and I felt like posting it. It goes into some of my deeper fantasies and desires, and is definitely something I would like to experience with him.

A Story

Jane was busy cleaning the kitchen, as she hadn’t gotten to it after making Paul breakfast and packing him a lunch. She knew he wouldn’t be pleased to find a dirty kitchen, no less a dirty house, when he returned home from work. She had taken an afternoon nap and slept a little longer than she had wanted to.

Frantically cleaning the house as best as she could, Jane looked at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. Knowing the routine, she gave a heavy sigh and resolved to accept the consequences of her mistake.

Jane made her way over to the front door, a few feet from the space in front of the door, and knelt down. On her knees, she held a straight posture: breasts perky and slightly pushed out, shoulders straight above her hips, hands clasped behind her back. She knew this was how Paul liked to see her when he came home from a tiring day at work. She liked this routine, because it made her feel like the slave she really was. She knew she was going to have a rough night because of the messy house, though.

Paul opened the door, smiled briefly at his little slave before he took notice of the chaos that the house was in. He gave Jane a stern look, and she knew that she was to stay on her knees until he came to get her.

Paul walked slowly around the house, taking good note that the table had not been wiped, vacuuming and mopping had been neglected, among several other minute details about the house.

Running a finger along the mantelpiece, Paul took note of the dust on his finger. He walked over to Jane and showed her his finger.

“Do you see this?”

“Yes”

He wipes his finger on her clean white shirt, leaving a dirt mark, then abruptly takes a fistful of her hair and jerks her head back to look him in the eyes.

“Yes…what?”

Jane knowingly says “Master” to him. The feeling of his hand on her head, grasping tightly to her hair, is painful but she keeps it inside. All of a sudden, he pulls her up off her knees by the fistful of hair in his hand, dragging her down the stairs into the basement. She knows she is in trouble.

He throws her down on the ground, she looks up at him.

“Don’t you DARE look at me, slave. Look down and put your ass in the air so I can inspect you” Jane can hear the anger in his voice as she obeys.

Paul walks over to a table where some paddles and canes are laying, and picks up a nice thin cane and some rope. Carefully, he pulls his slave’s hands behind her back, leaving her to lay her head flat on the side to support her body, her knees on the ground, slightly spread. He wraps the rope around her wrists, securing them behind her back. Standing back, he smiles at her discomfort.

“What have you done to deserve this, slave?”

“I didn’t get the house clean as I was instructed, Master, and I’m sorry” Paul reaches down and grabs a firm handful of hair and pulls her up a little.

“You have lost the privilege of referring to yourself as ‘me’ or ‘I’, slave. You will refer to yourself as ‘this slave’ or ‘this girl’ or ‘she’. You are no longer Jane, but simply slave, understood?”

Wincing at the pain, she says “Yes, Master, this slave understands”

He puts her back down on the ground, and walks around her, stopping behind her. He pushes up her skirt, notices the panties covering her sex. She immediately remembers she was told never to wear panties when wearing a skirt, and she had forgotten.

“She is very sorry Master, she-”

“Shut the fuck up slave. You have disobeyed me in more than one way today and for that you are going to pay”

She feels the gag wrapped around her face, it goes in her mouth, and he clasps it behind her head, tightly. She knows he doesn’t want to hear her voice. He is disgusted with her.

Pulling down her panties, he reaches for the cane and runs his masculine hands over it. He waves it in the air a few times, satisfied, knowing that the sting of the cane on his filthy slave’s ass will teach her a lesson.

It comes down, suddenly, on her bare ass. She lets out a loud yelp, and he immediately reaches for her hair, grasping a handful and pulling up violently, “I don’t remember telling you that you could make a sound, slave. Be silent”

He continues caning her bare bottom, as she struggles to be silent, her ass getting red hot, welts already forming. Suddenly he stops and walks away. He walks into the next room, leaving her in this exposed position, her pussy dripping and ass aching.

Ten minutes go by and he comes back into the room, disrobed, cock erect. He gets down on his knees behind her and inspects her aching pussy. He knows she wants him deep inside of her, but decides to make her wait just a little longer. Wrapping his hand around his slaves neck, applying a little pressure, he pulls her up to him so her back is touching his chest.

He whispers in her ear, “Does my filthy slave want to be fucked?”

She nods her tear-streaked face and whimpers gently as she feels her Master’s hard cock pushing against her back and his warm hand squeezing her throat. He reaches a hand down and strokes her pussy. Groaning gently in her ear, he pushes her back down on the ground.

He runs his big cock along her ass and vagina, “Hmm I wonder what hole I should take?” He pauses, wondering if his slave will make a sound at this remark, but she doesn’t, “It doesn’t matter which, though because they belong to me and I have every right to do what I please with them”

At this he begins pushing his hard penis into her ass, gently easing it in until it is fully penetrated, then starts going in and out fast and hard. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of the slave’s hair, pulling as he takes her ass.

Pulling out and pausing, he suddenly shoves it into her soaking pussy. She lets out a loud yelp and he smiles at this outburst, proceeding to take her from behind.

Her Master lets out a loud groan as he cums inside of her, and she smiles at his satisfaction. He pulls out, gives her ass a very hard slap, and walks a few steps before turning around, “You will stay in that position until I am ready to use you again, slave”

He walks out of the room and doesn’t come back for over an hour.

-Her