One Week for Sir (part 8) by Eros

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“Do not cum little one! We have yet to have supper…” he informed her a mischevious grin spreading across his face...


As the vibrator buzzed in time to the music being played on the iPhone. The swelling of her orgasm began to build deep inside her. It was helped by the fact the blindfold stimulated all of her other senses.

At that point her mind flash back to the first time she had experienced euphoria. The first time someone had made her feel special, feel wanted. Made her body give way to the euphoria of an orgasm. That in her mind was almost as potent as the stimulation of the toy placed between her long legs. She had always wanted to be a dirty little girl and please a Master, and this life she chosen for herself had given her the opportunity.

Then she snapped back to the room, like an elastic band.

It was not her time to cum yet, she knew this, as Master had told her. He withdrew the vibrator from within her. It glistened with her juices. He put the toy down on the floor. It had served it purpose. She was sure he could smell how wet she was. She waited for him to speak.

Master then spoke in a happy but forceful manner "time for the next stage"

And with that the lights went up slightly. She could tell the Master had gone to a great effort for this evening. He told her to take off the blindfold.

The lit area was an old fashioned table, exquisite in its form. Made from expensive wood probably from an earlier period of history. Upon the table lay silver dinning wear and cutlery. There were two chairs at either end of the table.

"Little one, time we should eat" the Master said as he went to one of the chairs and pulled it out from the table and indicated for her to sit. She got up from the cushions and proceeded to walk to the chair, aware that she was still naked and all he owned was in full view to him.

As she walked it reminded her of past, this time it was her graduation party, she remembered it well, she was walking into the college hall for the party and the only male she had wanted to spot her was her tutor. He was a thin charismatic man in his early thirties. Dressed well, and educated. Who enjoyed teaching English. She had wanted him. Like she wanted her Master now.

She reached the seat, the Master helped her to sit down.

As he sat down, a door open and another man dressed only in leathers walked in. "Here please" said the Master. Even when he spoke she felt her body tingle.

Seconds later two plates were laid out in front of them both. She looked down and saw a beautiful selection of fresh and exotic fruits.

The man dressed in leathers left, and the door closed with a solid clunk.

"Please eat" Master said. With that she started to eat. Even though her mind was thinking about other things.

In the back of her mind she remembered the joy she had found growing up when she was allowed to please people and the the feeling inside her body and the deep urges to please people. Those urges never seemed to be met or squashed.

As she ate her fruit she wondered what her Master had planned for her next. She knew she was not allowed to speak. She would never disobey her Master.

The lights in the room flickered. Her gaze never moved or faltered.

Then the Master spoke "little one, which of those fruits do you really like? As i want you to choose one and rub it around your clit, making sure you get some of your juices on it, and then slowly suck it in you mouth before eating it"

During her time with him the word "No" never entered her mind. She looked at her plate, apple, strawberry, passion fruit, raspberry's, banana and a lot of other fruits. She wondered which would please her Master.

She picked up the strawberry, and pulled her chair back away from the table. "I want to see you" said the Master. With that she lifted her legs on to the table. Her legs wide open displaying her soft pink delicate lips that were glistening in the light. She gently touched the strawberry to the top of her pussy, and traced the entrance. Until the fruit touched her clit, which was still throbbing from earlier. She rubbed it gently and slowly so he could watch and enjoy her.

The feel of the fruit on her most sensitive body parts felt good,she thought. It was rough and she could feel the tough skin of it. Her clit enjoyed the attention.

She slowly pushed the fruit inside her moist lips and into her body. She was sure her juices were all over the red skin of the fruit. She withdrew the fruit and slowly raised it towards her mouth. Her eyes met her Masters from across the table, instantly she felt a wetness between her legs. She could smell her juices on the fruit, as she bit into it slowly. The sharp fruit taste offset by her own sweet juice She enjoyed the moment knowing her Master had enjoyed it too.

The Master sat there grinning with intense pleasure, he had enjoyed his little one's show of obedience. He thought for a moment then decided what he wanted to do next with her.

Her mind was racing .... What was he going to do ....... What was he going to ask her to do .......... Her body was tingling with anticipation.

The Master rose from his seat, he noticed his excitement that had developed in his trousers. He then walked over to the other side of the table. His mind had a sudden thought. He may get her to take his cock into her mouth but no he already had something planned. He asked her to stand up, which she did immediately.

"Bend over the table my little one" he said grinning again. Once again she followed instructions to a t. As she bent over the table she had to open her legs to get low enough. She felt the cold air in the room pass over her slightly open pussy lips.

Excited and breathing heavier, she waited to hear or feel something. The wait seemed to be for ever, in reality it may of only been a few minutes. Then whack came the first blow.

He positioned himself behind her watching her beautifully shaped ass bent over the table. Ready to be spanked. He reached over to the table and opened a box that had been there the entire time. He took out a crop, perfect he thought. And he closed the box. He was ready.

Whack came the second hit, that one hurt as much as the last. But deep down it pleased and excited her. She had and always had enjoyed a good spanking, the added bonus it was her Master doing the honours.

Whack that one really stung and caught her lips that were already swollen, she bite her lip and breathed in.

His grin broadened and he really started to get excited. He wondered if now was the time? Or not. He clicked his fingers and over in the other side of the room a rack lit up........



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