Submissive Little Slut: Putting Her Back In Her Place ♕

Girl On Girl Action Is What I Crave

Blond hair cascades down my back, swaying back and forth over my ass as I walk. Open-toed, Grecian-style lace-up stilettos are what I am most well known for. This morning as the light breeze plays with my hair a black see-through blouse and short black skirt finish the ensemble. Walking confidently into the shop I frequent. The woman behind the counter smiled a greeting, I barely acknowledged her and her face fell. My submissive little slut needed my approval.

Her name was Stella and her and I have a thing. It has always worked for us. We like to fuck each other on and off and this week we were very much on. But I wanted to make my submissive little slut beg for my touch. So I pretended as if she didn’t exist. It didn’t last long.

My Submissive Little Slut Needed Me

Stella looked me over and gave a small smile. Steeping her fingers together, her eyes roamed down my long legs. I knew she wanted to follow with her hands and mouth where her eyes wanted to travel. It sent a shiver through me knowing the power that I held over her for she wouldn’t touch me until I gave her permission. Shifting slightly so that my leg dropped to the floor while the other swung slightly, pulling her attention to the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her tongue darted out and wet her suddenly dry lips.

Clearing my throat I brought her attention up to my face. My submissive little slut wasn’t at all what I wanted and Stella needed to apologize and take her punishment. Swallowing she rose and asked if I wanted the paddle or the small crop. I took the paddle, silently she lowered her pants and thong to her ankles. Bracing her hands on the arms of her chair Stella bent over as I swung the paddle connecting her with a nice tight ass. On the second her ass lifted to meet the paddle groaning at the pleasure it brought to her. She moaned and you could see that her pussy was getting wet with the paddling.

She Wasn’t Allowed To Cum Yet Though

Part of her punishment is that she has to wait and hold it all in until she is told she can cum. Setting the paddle on the desk, my hand slid over her nicely tanned ass, warmed by the paddle. She groaned and leaned back into my hand asking for more, needing to have more. Complying, I slipped two fingers into her already soaking-wet pussy. Driving into her as she begged me for more. I leaned over and asked her who her master was. Swearing I was her only Master and would never disobey again. Please just let me cum. Smiling, my fingers pressed down on her G-spot in her pussy. Cuming all over my hand she screamed my name. I turned her head to me and kissed her forehead.

Stella has learned her lesson. And I was sure she wouldn’t step out of line again so soon.