I’m a Good Submissive Slut for That Cock I Crave

It didn’t take long for me to become his good submissive slut

Ever since the day I met that tall dark stranger at the hotel bar, he’s completely taken over my thoughts.  It’s almost like he put a spell on me.  And I will do absolutely anything for him.  Anything to make him happy.  Anything to show him what a good submissive slut I am.  And anything to be rewarded with his perfect cock.

When I woke up, my pussy was wet, and I was longing for his touch.  I’d barely opened my eyes, and I was already fantasizing about his hard cock inside of me.  I wanted it.  I needed it.  Eagerly, I grabbed my phone, hoping that he’d sent me a message.  Often, he will request that I show up somewhere at a certain time. Always giving me detailed instructions about what to wear and what to do.  And a good submissive slut like me never wants to disappoint him.  But I was lucky that day.  There was a text telling me to be in the lobby of his building in exactly an hour.  And I was to dress in his favorite color.  And to not wear any panties.  I happily obliged.

Soon I was ready and waiting as instructed

As I sat on the couch in the lobby waiting, I felt myself trembling in anticipation.  There was no one in the lobby except the doorman, and I could feel his eyes on me.   Being the good submissive slut I am, I was wearing a tight little red dress that hugged every curve.  Without panties of course.   And matching red high heels.  As soon as I saw him round the corner from the elevator, I jumped to my feet.  He came up to me and put his hand around my waist, pulling me close.  Then he slipped something in my hand and whispered in my ear.

“I want you to go to the bathroom and put that in,” he said quietly.  I looked down at the nondescript box in my hand.  Not one to question his instructions, I went into the small bathroom in the lobby.  Inside the box was a small vibrator.  Ever the good submissive slut that I am, I lifted my dress up and slid the small piece into my pussy.  Almost instantly it started vibrating, and I gasped aloud.  But it didn’t take long for me to put two and two together and realize that he was controlling the vibration.  And that turned me on even more than the vibrator.

But I wanted him to know that I was his good submissive slut

So I went back to him in the lobby.  He slid his hand up my dress and pressed his finger against the toy.

“Good girl,” he said.  “Now I’ve got a reward for you before we go out.”

My heart started beating faster in excitement.   A good submissive slut like me will do anything for my master.  So he led me to the elevator and took me up to his penthouse apartment, bringing me right into the bedroom. Then he came around behind me and took my hands behind my back.  Soon I felt the cool metal against my wrists and heard the click as he handcuffed me. He ordered me to lie down on my stomach, which I did.  Then he yanked my hips up.  As my dress fell down around my waist in this face-down ass-up position, I heard him unzip his pants.  Soon, I felt the head of his hard cock teasing my asshole.  And the vibrator in my pussy began humming.

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