My Master
You walk into the room. My heart leaps in my chest. I lower my head and eyes, and I kneel before You. I do not speak and I do not make eye contact with You. I have learned that You are Master, and are superior to me. I also have learned the simple rule that I do not speak until You have spoken to me and give me permission to answer You.
I wait. The anticipation, of what each encounter with You holds, races through my body. I can feel the warm wetness growing in my pussy. No, wait, it is not my pussy. I am sorry, Master, You have told me not to call it a pussy. It is a cunt. It is also not mine, as I gave it to You. I am Your cum slut. I feel my body begin to tingle from the anticipation. I try to focus on my actions, waiting for You to speak. I do not want to disappoint You Master. (more…)
