I stood in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I had globs of cum on my forehead and cheek, and it was slowly sliding down to my chin. Some of it had already started dripping onto my bare chest. My mouth and throat were sore where he'd been banging me, and my lips felt raw. My dick was still bone hard, though, and the sight of my cum-stained face turned me on even more.
I remembered him calling me a little dick whore, and that's exactly what I felt like. A whore. I felt humiliated and embarrassed at what I'd just done, but I also felt hornier than ever.
I turned on the water in the sink and let it run, then I closed my eyes and wiped some of the warm jizz off my face with my finger. I licked it off and tasted the bitter salty sperm. I wiped more off my cheek and ate that, too. It didn't taste very good, and that made me feel even more degraded, even more like a cock slut, because I wanted to eat it in spite of the taste. I found myself wishing again that he'd kept the cock in my mouth when he came. I wished I could have felt the hot semen pumping onto my tongue, wad after wad after wad.
I washed off the rest of the cum in the sink and dried my face and chest, then went back to the bedroom. He was sitting in his chair again, but this time without the robe on. His dick lay long and limp between his legs.
"Is my little cocksucker all cleaned up now?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
"Good," he said. Then he told me to get on the bed and lie on my back. I did as he said, then he told me to spread my hands and legs apart so he could tie me to the bed. I hesitated. I was afraid of what he might do once he had me tied down. When he saw that I wasn't moving right away, he said, "Do you want your belt back?"
"No, Sir," I said quickly.
"Then do as I say."
I spread out my arms, but he didn't move. "Get up and stand here at the foot of the bed again," he said.
I hurried to do as he commanded. He was irritated with me, and that upset me because I didn't want to make him mad. He pulled a long scarf from a drawer and came behind me. He made me close my eyes, then he tied the scarf over them as a blindfold. He asked if I could see anything from under the scarf, and I said no. Then he turned me toward the bed and made me bend over again with my hands on the bed and my feet planted wide apart on the floor.
Then I heard him get the belt. I could hear the buckle as he picked it up. He started slapping the folded leather lightly against his palm. The sound of it sent a shiver of nervous excitement through me as I waited.
The first strike came swift and hard on my ass, and it made me cry out a little in pain.
"I have to punish you for not obeying me fast enough on the bed just now," he said as he smoothed a hand over my burning ass. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I said.
I felt his hand leave my ass. Then a long pause. My whole body was shivering with anticipation. I was getting worried that the next blow was going to be more than I could handle, but I was also incredibly turned on by the whole thing. My dick was erect and throbbing.
The next hit landed squarely across my butt. It wasn't quite as hard as the one before it, but it still stung. More smoothing my ass, then another long pause, then another swat. It was like the one before. Then nothing. Just a long pause. He didn't say anything. He didn't touch me or run his hand over my ass. Everything was still, and I thought maybe he was through.
Then the next strike hit -- hard enough to provoke another yelp from me. "Have you learned your lesson yet?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. I have learned very well, Sir."
"That remains to be seen," he said. Then he told me to get back in bed and spread my arms and legs so he could tie me down. I did as he said without hesitating this time and laid there shivering with excitement and fear. I must have been shaking enough for him to notice because he asked if I was cold. I told him I was just really, really nervous. "I know you are," he said.
I was still blindfolded, and I could feel him move from wrist to wrist to ankle to ankle as he tied me spread-eagle on the king-size bed. I didn't resist. I just laid very still and let him tie me down. When he finished, he told me to try to get out of the bonds, but I couldn't. The ropes were too strong. I finally gave up and just laid back and waited.
I felt him moving on the bed again. His body overshadowed me. I felt his face move close to mine, even though I couldn't see anything through the blindfold. Then he whispered in my ear. "I'm going to fuck you later," he said. "Unless you ask for your belt back, of course." He paused and leaned in closer. "But I really don't expect you to want it back anytime soon."
"No, Sir," I breathed.
"I have to get you ready first, though," he whispered. "I can't fuck you until you're ready for me."
He started rubbing his cheek against the side of my face, then moved over and kissed me on the mouth. A full, hard kiss. His lips were firm against mine. His mouth opened and his tongue pushed inside me. The wet muscle probing inside me turned me on so much that I started sucking on it as if it were his cock again. He kissed me hard and deep and wet like this for a long time. I don't know how long. All I know is that the longer it went on, the more I wanted him to use me again.
When he finally stopped kissing my mouth and pulled away a little, I tried to catch my breath. I was so turned on.
"Fuck me, Sir," I whispered.
"What was that, slut?"
"Please, Sir. Please fuck me, Sir. I'm ready for you to fuck me. Sir."
He laughed and said, "I'm the one who decides when you're ready."
He moved down to my chest, and I could feel his breath on one of my nipples. Then he licked it. Just barely with the tip of his tongue, but I felt it. Then I felt his lips kiss it lightly. He started sucking on it. It was as if an electrical wire were running inside my body from the hard nipple to my dick. As he sucked it, I could feel it in my groin. It made me moan.
He kept sucking on it. Harder and harder. After a few moments, he started nibbling on it. Lightly at first, then harder. He moved over to the other tit and did the same things to it. I was moaning. It felt so good -- especially when he bit it. Even when he bit hard enough to make it hurt.
"You like that, don't you, slut boy," he whispered in my ear.
"Yes, Sir."
"Then I'm sure you'll like this, too."
I felt him pinch one of my nipples between his fingers, then he clamped something hard on it -- like a clothes pin. It hurt, but the pain turned me on. Then he did the same thing to the other tit.
"Still comfortable, slut?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Now I'm going to play with your cock a little bit. But I'm going to warn you. If you cum before I say you can, you'll regret it. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
He moved down between my outspread legs and started kissing my hard dick. He lifted it with his fingers and started sucking on the top of the sensitive head. His lips felt cool and soft, and I was moaning again.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth and went down on me. I felt my hard cock engulfed in wet heat as it slid deep inside him. "Oh, god," I gasped. "That's incredible."
He started sliding up and down on the erect shaft. Slowly at first. I felt him take me deep inside. Then slowly he'd pull back off. Then slowly back down on me again. It was intense. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his sucking mouth. "Oh, that feels so good," I whispered. "Oh, Master. You're making me so turned on."
He pulled off my dick. "Master, huh? I like that. I guess that makes you my slave then, doesn't it."
"Yes, Master," I whispered.
"Louder."
"Yes, Master. I'm your slave."
"That's better." Then he went back to sucking my cock and licking its head and shaft and taking it deep into his hot throat. I could feel myself getting more and more excited, and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep from cumming if he didn't stop soon.
He started moving up and down on me faster. He was also stroking my hard shaft with his hand. I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, and I knew I couldn't take much more. It was too intense. I was moaning louder. "Oh, Master," I breathed. "I'm getting close to cumming."
He was sucking and stroking me fast and deep. It was almost as if he were daring me to disobey him and cum without his permission. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. "Oh, Master, please," I begged. "I'm going to cum."
He kept stroking me with his hot mouth and warm hand. Faster. Deeper. I felt myself getting right up to the edge of blowing my wad in his throat. "Oh, Master. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Master," I pleaded. I felt my body tensing and I knew it was almost too late, but there was nothing I could do to stop it.
And then nothing. He suddenly pulled me out of his mouth and let go of me. He knew he'd taken me right to the edge, and he waited to see if I was going to cum or not. I laid very still and waited, too. My cock twitched several times, but I didn't climax.
He waited a few more seconds, then he flicked the clamps on my tits a few times, making them hurt all over again. "How's my little sex slave," he asked.
"I'm very turned on, Master."
"But you didn't cum, though, and that's good, slave."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Master," he corrected. "I like Master better."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," I said.
"From now on, though, you're not allowed to move at all unless I say so."
"Yes, Master."
"And you're still not allowed to cum."
"Yes, Master."
"Remember, slave. This is not about you. This is all about me. You're here to serve me. I'll let you cum -- maybe -- but not before I've fucked you at least once." He paused. "Do you want me to fuck you, slave?"
I thought of his hard dick pounding my virgin ass the same way it'd fucked my mouth and throat, and I felt a shiver of excitement and fear run through me again. Yes, I did want him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and rough, but I was also afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it.
Before I could say anything, though, he went on.
"Well, it doesn't really matter whether you want me to or not -- because it's not up to you. But I'm going to keep sucking your little slutty cock and torturing you and playing with you until you're begging me to fuck you. I'm going to have you so turned on by the time I push my hard dick into that tight hole of yours that you'll do anything I say."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," I whispered.
"Unless you want your belt back. Do you want your belt back, slave?"
"No, Master."
"I didn't think so."
Then he leaned over and took my hard dick in his mouth again and started sucking and stroking me slowly toward another interrupted climax.