Denial

keepingher:

I wake up with my little girl snuggled up against me. I stroke her messy hair and she stirs. With a sleepy smile, she gets up onto her knees and bows her head down to the covers. “Good morning, Master.” she says demurely. “Good morning.” I say, touching her head so she can sit up again. “Does Master’s cock need servicing?” she asks. I lift the covers and peer underneath. “Yup, sure looks like it!” I say. She smiles and crawls under the covers. I feel the warmth of her mouth as she enthusiastically goes to work. I’d play with her cunt a bit, but it’s inaccessible right now since I’ve had her belted for the past week, so I just lay back and watch the sky through the bedroom window.

I’m pretty damn hard now, and she switches to licking and kissing the shaft in her worship. She’s learned such delicate attention under my tutelage, and I can honestly say her training is going very well! My pelvis spasms as she does her work expertly. “I want you to be a fuck hole now.” I say, barely containing myself. Quickly, she climbs off the bed and kneels on the floor, mouth open, tongue out, eyes forward. The serene pose, the elegant curve of her back, the practiced ease of her movement… It’s almost zen like.

I swing my legs out of bed and stand up. She makes no movement whatsoever. She’s a fuck hole, and fuck holes don’t talk or move of their own volition. Fuck holes are entirely passive. I feed my cock into her hole brusquely, take hold of her head and start fucking. Her lips and tongue constrict and give way with the rhythm. I can feel myself hitting her throat, but we’re long since beyond any gagging or choking. She’s an excellent study, and I’ve trained her well. Her mouth is essentially a second cunt now, and it lives to please her master.

I stop with the tip against her throat and begin pulling, impaling her on it. We’ve been practicing this a lot, and she’s had a lot of success recently. Her lips touch down. I pull even more, until her nose is buried against my skin. I feel her throat doing its best to work with the intruder. Her eyes start to water. I pull out enough for her to breathe and she looks up at me, deep in concentration as she maintains her composure. I slowly pull her onto me again, then out, then build up a slow rhythm. I can’t go very fast with her yet, but that’s fine. Soon enough, once I’m ready, I pull hard, burying deep in her throat where I can deposit my precious seed. By the time I pull out she’s gasping for air. I give her a moment to recover. “This cunt thanks Master for using it.” she says. “You’re very welcome, cunt.” I say. “Master is pleased.” I love watching her eyes light up like that. She’s doing so well, and I’m so proud of her!

“Present your ass.” I say, and quickly she turns around, lifting it up for my inspection. “Legs apart.” I say, and she complies. I unlock the front shield of her chastity belt, exposing her front hole. She twitches the moment I touch it. “Is it sensitive?” I ask, rubbing it lightly? “Oh yes, Master!” she says breathlessly. I should hope so; it’s been locked up for a week. “Good.” I say, and carefully feed in a dildo. She starts to shudder. “Uh uh!” I say, smacking her ass sharply. “No cumming without permission!” “I’m….. s-sorry, Master!” she replies with difficulty. “Did you cum?” I ask. “No, Master.” “Good.” I continue feeding in the dildo and lock the shield in place. “Up.” She gets unsteadily to her feet, trying not to feel the shaft inside her. “Get on with your duties.” “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” she says, and walks slowly down the stairs, trying not to stimulate herself.

Breakfast is oatmeal and an omelette with the most amazing sauce. I have to pace myself to not wolf it down. I motion to her and she fills her doggie bowl, places it at my feet, and begins her breakfast. “Did you come up with this sauce?” I ask finally. “Yes, Master.” she says. “Write down what you did when you’re done eating. I want this again.” “Yes, Master.” she says. I rub her ass affectionately while I finish my meal.

Her chores continue in the house while I continue overhauling the electrical system. Whoever set it up must have watched the movie “Brazil”. About 1/3 of it is okay, but the rest is a Gordian knot, seemingly without rhyme or reason. Two of the outlets are controlled via light switches for some reason. The one on the staircase to the bedroom is controlled by a switch in the bathroom! The wire’s gotta go anyway since it’s ancient and the insulation is frayed in a bunch of places. I cut a length of 10/2 and twist the ends onto the old wire, then go downstairs and start pulling it through. The dust is terrible. There were probably squirrels in here at some point, which is all the more reason to replace the wiring. Yanking and pulling, it slowly moves, until the bump where I’d connected the wires pulls through so suddenly that I lose my balance and fall, knocking my head pretty bad. “AHHH FUCK!” I hear feet running across the floor, down the stairs. She kneels before me. “Is Master alright?” she asks worriedly. “I’m fine.” I answer sheepishly. That was fucking stupid. Way to set an example with that outburst. “Oh you’re bleeding!” she exclaims. I feel my head, and there’s a small trickle coming out. “It’ll be fine.” But she’s already off. I hear her feet across the floor upstairs, then back, and soon enough she’s cleaning the wound and bandaging it. I just want to get this damn job done, but I let her do her thing. Fuck that was stupid!

She closes the first aid kit, putting it aside, and I’m about to return to the job when suddenly she kneels again most formally, bowing down, a cane in her outstretched hands. “This isn’t your fault, pet.” I say, confused. “Master is frustrated. Please take it out on your slave. It will make Master feel better.” I’m… not sure how to process this, but I find myself taking the cane anyway. Obediently, she turns around and raises her ass. I take a swing. Swish! Actually, that did feel pretty good. Swish! Her breath sucks in. Swish! Soon enough I’m right into it. Swish! Swish! Swish! Obediently, she takes it all, and I’m fucking hard! “Present your mouth hole!” I say, and she resumes a kneeling position, her face streaked with drying tears. I get right to it, fucking her throat violently, grunting like a savage, taking, owning! “UUUUUUNF!” Her throat gladly accepts. I let go and untangle the bunches of hair from my fists. Actually, I’m feeling a lot better! “Thank you for using this slave, Master!” she says. “You’re such a good girl!” I say, lifting her to her feet and kissing her.

The rest of the day passes without major incident, as I’m being a lot more careful now. I only get three circuits done, but that’s actually not too bad considering how bad the whole thing is. At least I’ll know they’re up to code now. I’m in my chair, drinking a finger of scotch, and my girl is finishing up in the kitchen. Not bad… I guess I could say that it’s 22 year old scotch now that it’s been sitting in my cabinet for a year. She finishes up her work and kneels beside the couch. “Come sit on the couch.” I say. “Thank you, Master, but this slave’s place should be on the floor.” she says diplomatically. It’s obvious that she’s just trying to avoid the stimulation from the dildo when she sits. “Sit on the couch.” I say sternly. Gingerly, she sits down, her face taut from concentration. I start the movie playing, and she curls up on her side with her head on my lap. I reach between her legs and push on the dildo, feeling her body move. She bites her lip, unable to conceal the desire from her eyes as they reflect the flickering light of the TV. Eventually I give her some respite, and stroke her hair as we watch the movie.

Late night comes, and I bring her upstairs to bed. “Present your ass.” The welts from earlier are still quite visible. I pull out the thoroughly coated dildo and start teasing her cunt again. She breathes and twitches under my torment, until at last she can no longer contain herself. “Master, please!” “Please what?” I ask. “Please may I cum?” she asks plaintively. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” She nods. “That’s why I’m denying you, princess.” I say. “I don’t understand, Master.” she says carefully. “You’ve been perfectly behaved all day today. You’ve been nothing but helpful.” I explain. She nods. “And so you deserve a reward, right?” She nods again. “Except you don’t, honey. You don’t deserve anything. This…” I say, stimulating her cunt, “isn’t yours. It’s mine. And your orgasms…” I snap the shield in place and lock it, “are also mine. There’s no such thing as deserving for a slave. I decide what you do or don’t get. You have no right to anything, and you’re not owed anything.” The tears are streaming down her cheeks now. I take her head gently in my hands and look in her eyes. “Do you understand?” She nods. “It’s just so h-h-haaard!” she says, and breaks down crying. “Shhh…” I say, holding her close. “In a week I’ll decide what to do. I want you to think carefully about what I’ve said in the meantime.” She buries her head in my chest and I hold her close until she falls asleep.