Deleted Member Posted January 28, 2021 Posted January 28, 2021 Messed couldn’t wait until Sir got home. She had bathed and slipped into his favourite stockings and lingerie. Heeled shoes she couldn’t really walk in and bright red lips. She had tried to resist touching herself all day. Because Sir had said she should be good. But part of her didn’t want to be too good. Because she liked it when he scolded her, or spanked her. She liked it when he let her know that he was in charge. So she thought a little gin would help take her mind off touching. As she opened the cupboard, she noticed Sir’s cigars on the table. She thought how much she’d like to wrap her red lips around one of Sir’s fat cigars. And the gin had disinhibited her, so she sauntered into the bar room in the cellar and put on some jazz, loud enough to not hear Sir get home. She perched herself upon a bar stool. The fat cigar made her hungry for something more. She felt a tingle between her legs as she imagined serving Sir, sucking his cock like it was the greatest pleasure of her day. She lifted her legs and rested them on the pool table. Her red heels dug into the corner a little, but she wasn’t paying attention. There was a certain sway of the music which entranced her as she began circling her clit with her fingers, she moaned in harmony with the melody... The music stopped abruptly. All she could hear was her soft little moans, and a stern cough. Sir was home. Messed, what the fuck are you doing with your shoes on my pool table? She blushed full of shame and felt the *** rush to the heat of her pussy with excitement. I’m sorry Sir, I wasn’t paying attention Sir moved over to her, her legs were still parted, he held her still with one hand and lifted his arm and slapped his palm against her pussy. Sorry Sir She yelped, as she felt herself becoming wetter. You will be Messed. He pulled her from the stool and reached behind the bar for her collar and chain. He put it around her neck a little tighter than usual. Pour me a drink Yes Sir He watched her struggle in her heels and short leash. Are you struggling in those heels princesse? He stroked her hair and kissed her neck softly Yes Sir Then you may serve me on all fours Thank you Sir He smiled as he watched her assume her position. Now be a good girl and fetch me the paddle. You will be punished so you dont ever forget about paying attention in here again. Do you understand? Yes Sir She crawled across the room to the other side where an array of paddles hung. I think we need the wooden one today princesse. You have been very bad. Put it in your mouth and bring it to me. He was angry about the pool table. He knew she had done it on purpose. He ached with anticipation as he watched her crawl back across the room towards him, paddle between her red lips, head down, ashamed. Just like he liked her. He looked at his pool table and the little marks made by her heels. She would not do that again. To be continued?
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