As soon as he opens the door I move to hug him, as I always do. Instead however he open-palm slaps me.
“Don’t you know your place little slut?” He asks.
I’m looking perplexed, first at him, then back at you, my boyfriend and my Dom.
What the fuck was that?
But all you say is “Didn’t you hear him? It’s his apartment and so you’ll follow his rules.”
Ok, that’s unexpected, but I already feel a tingle between my legs. He gives me another lighter slap.
“Are you deaf? On your knees where you belong!”
Still a bit surprised, I immediately drop to my knees.
“I’m sorry!” You say to him, with a roll of your eyes.
“…it seems that she has forgotten everything about her training.”
“Are you at least able to undress like a good little whore?”
The strict tone in his voice doesn’t give me much of a choice. I couldn’t help but nod very enthusiastically. At first I thought the both of you might be joking, but I soon began to get the impression that the evening would be different than I expected. A surprising but very welcome turn.
“What are you waiting for? Get undressed immediately and then wait here ’till we say something different” You bark.
Both of you disappear into the living room. I undress myself on the floor, as I’m not sure if I’m allowed to stand up to undress.
While I’m waiting on my knees I’m thinking about what might happen. Has there been any clue during the day that I didn’t recognize? You told me that I should get an anal douche, that might have been one. But on the other hand, we are both so horny, that on any other day you might want to fuck my ass when we get back home anyway.
The door to the living room opens and you are coming towards me with a leash in your hand. *click*. The leash and collar are united as they should be. You don’t say anything but lead me into the living room. I want to stand up to follow you but even as the muscles barely twitch in my legs you seem to read my mind.
“STAY ON YOUR KNEES slut! Are you that dumb that you already forgot?”
I’m looking into your eyes and see them sparkle. Oh I’m so looking forward to what will happen next. I’m crawling into the living room. Our friend is standing in the doorframe and watching.
“Normally I’m not a pet guy, but I guess that’s the best use for her, on the floor on all fours” Alex says.
I’m blushing a little bit, what do I look like? I hope that my “cat walk” is sexy, but knowing clumsy me, it probably looks like I’ve never crawled before in my life.
You hand the leash over to Alex and whisper in my ear with an evil smile.
“be a good girl tonight or you’ll feel the really interesting part of today back at home.”
“Inspection” You command.
I immediately stand up, spread my legs and put my hands behind my neck. Will they already see how wet I am? I can feel it, cool against the burning skin between my legs.
“Don’t you have any blood left in your brain, silly? Who do you think wants to inspect you?”
Oh shit, I turn around to Alex.
“Did you forget all of your manners, when you walked in the door? What do you say?”
“I’m sorry, that I presented myself wrong Sir!”
“And why did you do that?” You challenge me again.
No, please don’t make me say it. You know how it will turn me on to humiliate myself.
With too much hesitation and way too quiet I whisper:
“…Because I’m a silly slut.”
“Louder slut, we can’t hear you!”
“BECAUSE I’M A SILLY SLUT. I AM VERY SORRY.”
“That’s way better.” You speak more to Alex than to me.
After Alex has inspected my breasts and nipples very closely he orders me to show him my holes. I get on the floor on my back and spread my legs and open my pussy with my fingers.
“Come closer” Alex says.
I move cautiously, edging closer to his chair.
“Do you think I can see your pussy well enough if you are so far away?”
I can’t move any closer, and wonder what he could mean. I’m scanning the surroundings. The table is still empty. Should I ask, or will that be my third slap?
“Come on, I’m waiting” Alex says, his voice growing impatient.
“Am I allowed….may I… lie on your table? Please! So that I can get closer to you?”
“You want to lay on the table, naked, where we’ll eat in a few minutes? You’re disgusting. However, if that is the best idea you can come up with, I’ll make an exception this time. But you’ll clean and disinfect it afterwards.”
“Thank you.”
I get up on the table, lie down on my back and spread my legs directly in front of his face.
“This little slut dared to crawl onto my table with her wet pussy, oh, she will regret it, if one drop is on it afterwards.” Alex told you rather than me.
You answer something like ‘it’s always the same with her…she’s horny all the time’
I didn’t hear it exactly as by then I was so focused on not getting hornier.
Now the two of you are talking about my pussy, while Alex plays with my piercing and touches every single centimeter. You are analyzing where the best place for pussy lip piercings would be. You say that you like to pierce the outer ones rather than the inner, so you can put rings in them and lock them up, so that you can hide my inner lips as they are not really pretty.
You get down to business quickly, as both of you know how annoyed and embarrassed I am about the different sizes of my inner lips, that each time you say it my inner Monk dies a little more. This kind of humiliation creates the Niagara Falls between my legs, and I feel it trickling down my inner thigh.
Lying naked on the table while you are dressed, with spread
legs, talking about me, like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat. It isn’t exactly helping. I hope my pussy juice stays where it belongs and doesn’t find its way on the table.
“Now the next hole, bitch” Alex commands.
I turn, going on my knees and lying my upper body on the table, with my boobs pressed firmly against it. My hands spread my butt cheeks. Now I’m looking directly at you while Alex inspects my butt hole. I see it again in your eyes, the sparkle, the desire, the love. I feel the same way as your look implies. I just know you see the same raw emotion in my eyes. It’s such a surreal but amazing moment. I enjoy every second of it.
When I suddenly feel pressure on my asshole, I know what will come now. Alex is pushing a plug inside my ass. I grumble a bit as the steel plug is so cold. But that’s not the only thing cold on my body. Alex puts on cuffs for my hands and also for my ankles. Than he connects the wrist cuffs to each other.
“Enough of the ass at the moment, but I’m sure we’ll get back to it later. Now get down from the table and clean it.”
I try my best to get off the table as sexy as possible, but as always, I’m sure it wasn’t as graceful as I thought.
“Now start cleaning” You say.
I’m confused for a brief moment as I don’t know how I should clean the table with my hands behind my back. I’m sure you don’t mean my tongue, but it’s the only thing I can think to do.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Ehm, I’m sorry, but how should I clean it with my hands behind my back?”
“How do you suggest you do it?”
As I still have no idea, I ask you if you mean with my tongue.
Both of you laugh at me.
“That’s not what we thought of. Your nasty tongue is probably dirtier than everything else on you. Just think where you have been with it. But if you wish so, go on and clean it with your filthy tongue. Hurry up, we want to be eating soon.”
Oh damn it, why did I make such a silly suggestion. I start to lick the table where I was lying. At least it is not too dirty. While I try to do my best, you move into the kitchen. I hear you laughing again and talking about me and how silly I am. It quickly becomes clear that all I had to do was to ask to free my hands. Too late.
A few minutes later you come back with some cleaning sprays. I was already done but continued licking, to try to prove to you that I’m doing a good job.
“Still not done? She’s not only dumb but also fucking slow. I’m getting hungry, step aside, slut and let me clean up the mess you made.” Alex ordered me.
I get out of the way, stepping into inspection position once more and waiting quietly for what comes next.
When the cleaning is done, you set the table up for dinner. I immediately notice that you only set it for two. The two of you sit down and look at me impatiently.
“So move on slut, what are you waiting for? I said I want to inspect all of your holes.”
I step in front of Alex and open my mouth.
“Pull out your tongue and say AAAA.”
“AAAA.”
“And now EEEEEE.”
“EEEEE.”
“Go on with IIII.”
“IIII.”
You can’t hold back your laughter.
“At least she’s gotten better at following orders.”
You know exactly what you are doing. Teasing me, waiting for me to make another mistake.
“Your tongue looks dry from all the cleaning.” Alex determines.
With one of the bottles he brought in earlier, he sprays water on my tongue. He looks deep into my eyes but says nothing. I don’t dare to take my tongue back in.
“Good good, little whore, your inspection is finished, take your place.” Alex says.
“Are you serving us, as there are only two places?” I ask.
God damn it, what did I just say? Sometimes I hate the brat inside me. When you finally start to be a little bit softer on me I ruin it again. The temperature drops by at least 10 degrees. But you don’t say a word. You take the ring gag, put it inside my mouth and order me into a corner, face to the wall.
“You could have sat with us at the table, tasting our leftovers, but if you behave like that, the corner will be your new favourite spot slut.”
Damn you brat.
First I tried to hear what you were talking about, but soon I was lost in my thoughts. What will happen next? I’m so curious. And of course, I’m getting wetter thinking about it. It seems that you are getting a bit merciful, as after you have cleaned up your plates you led me back to the table with the leash and let me sit on the chair.