Chapter 4 In which my puppy tries to earn the right to suck cock (Part 1)
Chapter 4 - In which my puppy tries to earn the right to suck cock (Part 1)
Light streamed in through the bedroom window. It was 9-9:30 and gradually I
began to wake up, pulling the sheets around me. The room was cold but I was
warm. Yawning, I slowly sat up in bed and contemplated the day ahead. It was
Saturday - a whole new day. A whole new day for me to play and torment my
little slut.
I looked to the end of the bed and saw my slut crouched there where I had left
her the night before. She was naked, a rope tied round her neck fastening her
to the leg of the bed. Before I had retired the previous night, I had told her
that when I awoke, she must be crouched on her knees, her face to the floor,
bottom facing towards me. And there she was, kneeling submissively on the
floor.
I smiled as my eyes ran over the curve of her back and bottom. I wondered how
long she had been in that position. She had probably slept fitfully during the
night, unable to sleep properly due to the cold of the room, due to worry that
she might oversleep and not be in the correct position when I awoke, due to the
uncomfortableness of her position at the end of the bed.
Stretching, I slowly sat up on the side of the bed and looked down on her. I
was naked and the sight of my beautiful little tramp was starting to get me
excited, starting to give me ideas. I leant over and patted her bottom, "Good
puppy." I felt her tremble at my touch. It was a shiver not of fear - but of
passion, of unrequited longing, of desire, of a need for further humiliation and
degradation.
I got up and slowly walked in front of her, admiring her submissiveness, casting
my eyes longingly over her soft brown hair as it tumbled over her bare shoulders
and face. I could see my slut's pert rounded breasts squeezed against her
thighs.
"Kneel up, slut," I commanded and she rose to her knees, head bowed. "Look at
me, little one," I said and she looked up. Her hair fell across her pretty
face, still smeared with dried cum from the night before. Her eyes were wide,
pleading. Still stuffed in her mouth were her panties which I had ordered her
to gag herself with. The crotch of the panties was in her mouth but, as
instructed, the rest of the panties was hanging out. How stupid she looked!
Patting her gently on the head, I untied the rope from around her neck. Her
lightly tanned skin was slightly red and chafed from the rope. As I untied it,
she watched me intently, silently. Gently, I tugged on the panties, removing
them from her mouth. Slut licked her lips and briefly lowered her eyes to the
floor in tribute.
I smiled and ruffled her hair with my hand. Standing naked over her, my cock
now erect, I looked down on her. "Looking forward to serving me today, my dirty
little puppy," I asked her. "Yes, sir," she replied.
"Well now," I replied, "Its time you had your first lesson in learning to be a
true slut. And do you know what the first lesson is?"
"No, sir."
"All good sluts are good cocksuckers," I told her, "Would you like to suck my
cock, slave, and prove what a horny little no-good tramp you really are?"
"Yes sir."
I frowned, "You'll have to do better than that, slut. You need to beg for the
privilege of sucking my cock. Prove to me you really want it and can give my
cock what it needs. Beg, slut, NOW!"
Slut began to beg, kneeling before me, clasping her hands together, looking up
at me, beseeching me to let her suck my cock: "Pleeeeeease, sir, please let this
dirty little cocksucking whore suck your dick. I need to feel your hard cock in
my mouth. Please cover this filthy tramp in your cum. Pleeeeeeease, I'll do
anything, pleeeeeease."
"Anything?" I asked her.
"Anything, sir," my slut replied.
"Very well, slave," I said, "If you really want to suck my cock then you need to
kiss my ass." Saying this, I leaned over the bed, kneeling on the floor, my ass
facing her, "Bury your face in my ass, slut. I want to feel that tongue on me."
Slut crawled over to me and began to service my ass. I felt her tongue begin to
caress and lick my left buttock and then the right, her lips kissing my ass. I
could her my slut moaning as she kissed and licked me, feeling her hair stroke
my cheeks, feeling the soft skin of her face rubbing against me.
"Get that tongue in my asshole, whore," I ordered and I felt my slut's face
pushing between my cheeks, her lithe little tongue flicking my hole. It felt so
good. Her tongue flicked in and out, licking round the pucker of the hole, then
deftly flicking in and out once more, and then running up and down the skin
between my asshole and my balls, and back in my ass again.
It was hard to believe that I had reduced this girl to a sex slave slut in such
a short period of time. There seemed no end to the things this slut was prepared
to do.
"Enough," I commanded and my slut withdrew, and knelt once more before me, head
bowed.
"You have serviced my ass, slut, " I told her, "It's only fair that I pleasure
yours, slave. Stand up, bend over, ass facing me, and grasp your ankles. NOW!"
My slave did as she was told, bending over to expose her tight little bottom to
me, her boobs dangling, her brown hair hanging down, tightly gripping her
ankles. I walked slowly round her, running my finger from the small of her back
up to her neck and then returning down her back, running between her buttocks.
Oh how I longed to fuck her from behind, ramming into her, filling her tight
little pussy with cum, cupping her breasts in my hand, pulling her hair, making
her scream with pleasure. But no, that would come later. I needed to tease and
humiliate my slut first.
"Good slut," I said, tousling her hair, then reaching under to cup her breasts
and tweak her nipples gently. I heard my slut moan with pleasure as I touched
her, and running my hand over her back and ass once more, felt her shiver with
pleasure.
"Would you like me to spank you, whore?" I asked, bending over to whisper in her
ear, "Would you?"
"Yes please, sir," my slave replied, catching her breath.
"Then beg for it, slut," I hissed, "You know you want to."
"Pleeeeeease, sir, " my slave whined, "Pleeeeeease spank your dirty little
tramp. Treat her like the slut she is. I want to feel my ass cheeks reddening,
feel them sting. Pleeeeeease."
"Are you getting wet thinking about it, little one?"
"Yes sir, I am. I am such a slut. I am soooo wet from thinking about how you
are going to spank me. Pleeeease spank me, sir. I need it. I need to be
spanked. Pleeeeeease."
"Very well," I smiled, "Your wish is my command."
Standing behind her, I rested my hand on the skin of her right buttock, stroking
it gently. I felt my slut tense, bracing herself for the first slap. The room
was quiet except for the expectant breathing of my slave.
Lifting my hand slowly, I paused and then swiftly brought it down on my slut's
right cheek. There was a loud slap, my slut's ass cheeks wobbling, her whole
body rocking with the blow.
"Ohhhh," moaned my slut, "Thank you, sir."
Again, I raised my hand and again I spanked her, this time on the left buttock.
Another moan, another breathless expression of gratitude. Again and again, I
slapped her. Nine, ten, fifteen times. Each time she thanked me, gradually
becoming more and more aroused, her thanks becoming even more sexually loaded.
It was clear that this slut was becoming more and more turned on as her ass got
redder and redder. She was a true submissive, there was no doubt.
After twenty slaps, I ordered my slut to stand, hands on head, and face me. She
stood, wriggling slightly as she did so, obviously torn between the desire to
rub her poor, spanked ass, the desire to play with herself and ease the longing
in her wet pussy, and the desire to obey her master. I smiled as I looked at
her, her face flushed with sexual excitement, tears of pain running down her
cheeks, her nipples erect, her wet red inflamed lips on display.
"Do you think you now deserve to suck my cock, slave?" I asked. My slut
blushed, " I don't know, sir. I am just a stupid little tramp. I hope so,
sir."
"We shall see, puppy," I said, slowly walking round her, "Now the first thing
you need to do to prove you are worthy is to worship my cock, make it happy. Do
you think you can do that?"
"Yes sir," my slut said loudly and confidently. I was so proud of her. It
would be interesting to see how much she would humiliate and degrade herself for
the pleasure of having my cock in her mouth.
Standing close to her, I stared into her eyes. Instantly, meekly, she looked
down, averting her eyes in an automatic show of submission. "No," I said, "Look
at me, slut. I want to see the humiliation in your eyes." My puppy looked up
and I gazed into her deep beautiful brown eyes. Smiling, I lifted up my hand to
her face and placed my finger on her nose. Then slowly I moved my finger down,
tracing the line of her lips, down over her chin and down her slender neck. My
hand moved down between her breasts and then moved to first the left breast and
then the right, tracing my finger round and round the nipple.
My slut moaned and I felt her nipples become harder. Playfully, I tweaked her
left nipple between my fingers and felt her body twitch, heard her moan gently.
Then down, down, I ran my hand over her belly and over her pussy.
I began to rub my hand over her wet pussy, staring deeply into her eyes. I
could see the sexual longing flaring in my puppy's eyes as I rubbed her slit.
She wanted so badly for me to slide my fingers in, to fuck her but I was not
going to give her that release. She had to earn the right to cum.
Gently at first, I tapped her pussy, lifting my hand up and then bringing it
down on her mons. She moaned. "You like having your pussy spanked, whore," I
hissed, "Don't you?"
"Yes sir," she replied.
"Well thank your master then, you ungrateful tramp."
"Thank you, sir." I smiled and spanked her again, this time a little harder. I
felt her body twitch at the combination of pain and desire swept through her.
Again she thanked me and again I spanked her harder and harder still. Moaning,
she stood there, hands on head, begging me to spank her wet pussy. Fifteen
times I slapped that little whore's pussy before I stopped by which time, the
slut was clearly desperate to cum. Her face was flushed, her skin covered in
goose bumps, her nipples hard.
I stepped back to admire my handiwork, looking at her stood there, her ass and
pussy glowing red with pain and passion.
It was now time to step things up a bit. I had been very lenient with my little
fucktoy. Now it was time to get into some real humiliation and degradation and
see just what this little whore was willing to do for a taste of cock.
"Follow me, slut," I ordered, "On your belly."
I turned and walked out of the bedroom down the hallway. Looking over my
shoulder, I watched as my obedient little whore wriggled on her belly behind me,
her naked ass wriggling, her breathing heavy and laboured from the exertion.
Slowly I walked down the stairs, stopped at the bottom, and looked up as my slut
attempted to follow. I laughed as she lost her balance and slid quickly and out
of control down the stairs, landing sprawled at my feet.
Snapping my fingers to her, I walked across the lounge into the kitchen, my slut
writhing along behind me. Once in the kitchen, I looked down at her.
"Wait there, slut," I commanded, "On your knees, head bowed, hands on your
head."
Instantly, she obeyed. I smiled as I saw her chafed skin, the red streaks on
her breasts and belly where the carpet had rubbed against her skin. Her brown
hair fell across her face.
"Let's see what we can find in the kitchen, slut," I smiled and began to search
through the kitchen cabinets and drawers looking for things to humiliate my
slave with. My slut watched, head bowed, as I found object after object and
laid them on the kitchen table in front of her.
Turning to my slut, I asked, "How do you like these things, tramp?" Lying on
the table was a 12 inch long cucumber, some candles, a box of matches, 10
clothes pins, a box of a dozen eggs, a kitchen spatula, a can of whipped cream,
some rope, a short handled brush, and some duct tape.
She swallowed hard but was silent. Picking up the rope and the clothes pins, I
stepped towards her.
