Appetizers first

I made my way downstairs and the boxes were gone. It seemed as though they each would be a surprise and given Kelly’s proclivity for surprising me with degrading tasks and commands I could only imagine I wouldn’t enjoy their use. The kitchen was empty so I went to find some food that would allow me to make any of my signature dishes to hopefully please my master.

“How was your shower?”

I jumped in surprise. My master was coming out of a hallway to the right of the kitchen and she giggled at my shock.

“It was good, master. Thank you.”

She walked up to me and bent down eye level with my pussy. I went to cover but restrained myself. My master was examining my pussy I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or elated, a mixture of both probably.

“I see you followed orders. Still aroused though?”

I wanted to drop my eyes in shame but she was right there so instead I shot them to the ceiling.

“I... I can’t help it, master.”

She lifted her head back to a standing position and I dropped my eyes to avoid hers.

“You were made for this, huh?”

There she was rubbing it in and I felt juices begin to drop down my thighs as I found myself more turned on. I prayed she wouldn’t notice. She did.

“Oh come on, I just had you cleaned.”

I wanted to claim that I cleaned myself, that I wasn’t some sort of animal that needed to be bathed but since I was at her mercy and evidence of my arousal would always be readily apparent, challenging her seemed like a bad idea.

“Master, I can’t control it, though I wish that I could.”

She put a finger under my chin bringing my gaze up to meet hers.

“If you could control yourself I imagine you wouldn’t be in the situation at all.”

I wish her cruelty didn’t have so much truth in it. It might not even be cruelty it might just be truth. The only thing I could think of was to counter truth with truth.

“It’s just I love...”

“Hush, Dyke. When I want to hear it I’ll let you know.”

I nodded. Restraining the words was almost as hard as restraining my arousal but I had to listen to my master.

“I own you, right?”

Why was she asking? Did she want rub it in or did she need reassurance for whatever she had planned next?

“You own me, master. You’ve always owned my heart and now you own the rest of me.”

“Ugh, no lovey talk. I already told you once.”

She reached behind me and smacked my ass on my left ass cheek. It was hard but not too hard. I winced and felt violated but then realized Kelly had just touched my bare ass. I smiled as I wanted to remember her touch there forever.

“That’s not a ‘smile more for me’ spank. That’s a you not following orders spank. Do I own you?”

I should’ve expected physical punishment would always be on the menu. She clearly didn’t mind sexual humiliation and physical ones were below that, at least in my mind. I rubbed my ass, though I was pretending it hurt more than it did for her benefit and to hopefully set an expectation that would lead to her treating me as if I had a lower pain tolerance. If she checked my pussy again she would likely realize it was turning me on.

“Yes, master.”

She did, there’s nothing more to say.

“That includes your body?”

I would think the spank and being kept naked would already be strong indicators but I again nodded.

“Of course, master.”

She smiled with renewed confidence. She stepped close enough that I could feel her breath on my forehead as she stood above me. I wanted to kiss her but that would likely get me in a lot more trouble.

She took a finger and ran it up my inner thigh scooping up juices and I moaned, I couldn’t help it, this was already more than I could ever expect from her. She ignored it but her face did tell me it was unexpected. She was touching me! She was so close to my pussy and I was ready to grab her arm and hump her hand to orgasm but I managed to control myself.

“Then bon appétit, my little chef Dyke.”

She held her finger in front of my mouth. She thought she was humiliating me, degrading me, showing me she had all the power but it didn’t have that effect at all. I’m a lesbian, I love pussy, I’ve made out with girls who had my own pussy on their lips only moments prior so that didn’t bother me either. No, this was fucking awesome; I was going to take my love’s finger into my mouth.

“Thank you, master.”

She gave me a look wondering if that was a **** ‘thank you’ or an actual ‘thank you.’ I didn’t give her time to react as I opened my mouth taking her finger in. I licked it with the delicate touch she deserved. I licked up and down again and again, sucking gently and swallowing my own juices eagerly. I continued sucking as much as I could massaging her finger and closing my eyes as I felt myself get even more wet and my nipples hardened. The only thing in the world bothering me was the cold collar but that was the smallest of problems compared to what seemed like confirmation I made the right choice.

“Enough.”

I kept sucking down the the base I tasted her skin and her sweat and what felt like her very essence. I might just cum from this.

“I said enough.”

I couldn’t stop, I wanted more. She could do anything to me in this moment and I wouldn’t want to stop. Finally she smacked my ass with her other hand twice and much harder than before. I mewled but released her finger.

“That was my fault. I didn’t think it through, expecting a rug muncher in love with me to feel rightfully ashamed of sucking her own pussy juices off her master’s finger. Juices that came from arousal from being kept as a naked ****, I might add.”

She clearly was searching for an expression of dominance. I dropped my eyes to show I understood how she wanted me to feel. I was still more turned on than maybe I had ever been. If breath weren’t an issue I might never brush my teeth again. I had tasted her. Not in the way I had imagined but it was a start.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Like I said, my fault. I’ll just have to come up with worse stuff.”

My jaw dropped as I realized I had set myself up. If I just made it seem like a humiliating chore I could’ve gotten to do that again, maybe all the time. Instead I’d lost it and then would have to deal with worse things. That seems to be my problem, I want what I want and I can’t stop myself from going after it even if it makes my life so much worse.

She walked around me into the kitchen. I turned my head following her and she admired my ass for a moment but likely to see if it had any red handprints, which it very well may. I turned around as she grabbed a box of tissues and handed them to me before sitting down with a scowl.

“Clean yourself, Dyke. Do not treat this an opportunity to play with yourself or this night will go much worse than your already low expectations imagine them going.”

I took the tissues and was as gentle on myself as possible. I worked over my inner thighs; I was more patting then rubbing to keep myself from getting more aroused. She smiled and nodded as I tried to clean myself. I had just taken a shower and I was already soaked again.

I then worked over my slit again just patting trying to get as much of my juices off my parted lips. She continued to watch with the most mischievous and also very cute smile. What is wrong with me? She’s trying to make me suffer and I can only find her more hot.

When it was as good as it was going to get I stood with the tissues in hand arms at my side. She stood up she opened her hand in front of me and I placed the more soaked than I’d like for her to know tissues into her hand.

“Open your mouth, Dyke.”

I did as instructed and she shoved the tissues into my mouth. I released a muffled whine and she used her finger to close my jaw. Okay, this was kind of gross mostly because of the paper taste but also because it showed the degradation was escalating.

“Swallow them.”

I let my mouth fill with spit to soak them through and help break them down a bit. I then chewed for a bit working it into a mashed sort of paste of paper, spit, and pussy juice before swallowing them. She watched me in satisfaction the whole time.

“Good Dyke.”

My throat was mildly uncomfortable and the taste of paper was still in my mouth as well as my own pussy, so I just nodded instead of speaking. She went to the kitchen sink and washed her hands making it clear she was at least trying to appear disgusted by touching me, my body, and my juices.

“Get to work. Five portions. I’m still working out how I want this to work but I’ll let you know.”

She walked back down the hallway she had came from earlier leaving me alone in the kitchen to prepare the most delicious meal I could for my master and three girls who I love as friends who will never look at me the same again.