Playing

"Come here, doll," Sir said, and patted his lap as he spread his legs. "I want to play with my favorite toy."

"Yes, Sir!" I said happily, and turning, sat between his legs, with my back against his chest, naked, warm, and relaxed. While his shirt and jeans felt soft against my skin, I half wished he was naked too.

My other half deeply enjoyed the power difference when Sir was clothed and I was naked, though, so I just wriggled against his body, content to be touching him.

Sir wrapped his right arm around me and settled his hand firmly against my pussy. Fuck, I loved it when he claimed me so intimately like that!

"Now, let's see how good a slut you've been for me," he said, as he slid two fingers into my drippy, aching pussy.

"Mmmm," he hummed approvingly. "What a good fuckdoll! You're soaking!"

"Thank you, Sir!" I said, happy to have pleased him. I had been edging all week for him. To be honest a stray breeze was enough stimulation at this point to have my nipples hard and my pussy wet. He liked to keep me that way.

His hand stayed still, fingers just resting inside me, and his left hand gently stroked my left tit. I was so horny, I lifted my hips, hoping for more stimulation from him.

"Hold still, you greedy little slut," he said, and I whined when he withdrew his hand but then gasped as he slapped my pussy hard.

"Whose cunt is this?" he growled.

"Yours, Sir!" I answered honestly, as he roughly pulled my legs apart with both hands. I couldn't help moaning at that... he knew the effect his manhandling had on me.

"Mine, and I play with my toy however I want!" he said as he held my left thigh down, and began to slap my pussy hard with his right hand, repeatedly, emphasizing each word.

"Whose" SLAP "cunt" SLAP "is" SLAP "this?" SLAP

"Yours, Sir!" I answered again, struggling to be still, breathing harder.

"Say it!" He ordered, and continued spanking me.

"This," I said, and he slapped my cunt hard, just as he had done between his own words, "is" SLAP "your" SLAP "cunt" SLAP "Sir!" He hit three more times after I said Sir, the last three viciously hard, but I kept my legs open for him.

"Good doll," he said, switching to soothing his right hand gently over my now red and raw cunt, his left still gripping my left thigh hard enough to leave a handprint bruise. "That's my good painslut. I love how you take it for me."

"Thank you, Sir!" I whimpered, unbearably aroused. I wanted to wriggle, to hump against his hand, but I wanted more than anything to be obedient. I held still.

His left hand slid back up to play with my tits. With his right, he petted my pussy for a little while, then slid his fingers back inside me, to find me even wetter than I had been.

"You certainly couldn't hide your slutty pain response, even if you wanted to," he laughed, spreading my wetness over my pussy, and beginning to work my clit.

"No, Sir," I agreed, struggling to hold still. My cunt was on fire now, and my nipples were so hard they ached.

With his right hand, he twisted my clit, then pinched it gently, holding it firmly between his thumb and fingers. With his left, he gripped my left tit in his hand, twisted, then swept his hand out to my nipple and treated it the same as he did my clit.

"You asked me to take control of this cunt, didn't you? To decide when and if and how you ever orgasm?"

"Yes, Sir, I did!"

His left hand moved over to my right tit, and proceeded to crush it, and then to pull and twist the nipple.

"You begged me to take control of these tits, this cunt, this ass, this mouth, to make you my fucktoy. Mmhmm, and you thanked me so prettily, on your knees, with that mouth, when I agreed."

"Yes, Sir!" I moaned.

"Now this cunt and everything attached to it is mine, to do with whatever I wish, you said." His clever hands were driving me mad, and he knew it.

"I did, Sir! Yes, please, Sir! Whatever you want!" I said, increasingly frantic as I felt the orgasm approaching. "Please, Sir!" I begged.

"You will not cum," he said sharply, pinching my clit and nipple both tightly and twisting.

"Yes, Sir, I won't, Sir!" I promised, fighting both to hold still under his hands and to not orgasm without his permission.

He held me still, his arms tight around me, pinching my clit and nipple hard, until my breathing calmed. He kissed my neck gently, and the contrast between that affectionate softness and the viciousness with which he was treating my clit and nipple was breathtaking.

I was hopelessly aroused, sinking fast into total submission. I was throbbing in his hands, the pain building as I fought not to press my legs together.

"Did you hydrate this afternoon, doll?"

"Yes, Sir! I had 60 ounces of water, plus my coffee this morning, and my smoothies," I answered truthfully.

"Good doll," he said, and stroked my clit gently. Handing me my glass with his left hand, he said "Drink your slut juice."

I took it and sipped, while his left hand began to massage my tits, and his right hand played almost idly with my pussy.

"That's my good painslut fucktoy," he murmured in my ear, and just like that I was fighting off another orgasm.

"Fuck, Sir, I love it when you do that!" I groaned, "Please may I cum?"

His right hand stilled. "No. Don't spill your drink, doll," he chided, while still playing with my tits with his left hand.

I breathed through it, whimpering as the orgasm faded, and took another sip.

"Good doll," he praised me. "Finish that," he ordered softly, "while I tell you exactly what I mean to do to you tonight."

I polished off my glass, happy and excited. This was going to be a good night!