Use her for your pleasure

"Please..." she begged.

"Alright. Get on the bed on your hands and knees. And you can open your eyes too."

Eagerly, urgently, Stacey obeyed. On the bed she kept her position, even though her whole body was shaking. Juices dripped down her legs. She gyrated her hips in that position, trying to tempt you.

"I'm so wet and ready. Do it, fuck me from behind master. Fuck your **** slut," she said, her voice sultry and seductive. She was still submissive, but too horny to stay passive, to not try making 'suggestions' to her master. That was okay, she still hadn't read the new words restricting her orgasms, letting her get to the brink of climax but not enjoy it. She'd figure it out soon.

You line up your hard cock behind her ready pussy, and plunge into her.

You enter her smooth, tight, slick passage without resistance. The heat and wetness are more than you've ever felt from her. The marker must really be doing its job, getting her worked up.

She squeals and moans while you start to plow her. Your reinvigorated cock feels hasn't lost any sensitivity, and Stacey's helpless cries of frustration make you even more aroused than before. You hammer into her, and her soaking wet pussy embraces you with each stroke. You're getting closer to orgasm.

Stacey isn't. She's as close as can be without going over the edge, and has been since you stuck your cock insider her. At some point she started rubbing her clit raw while you fucked her, but it does no good except to escalate her frustration.

"I'm cumming inside you this time Stacey," you say.

"Y-yes master. Please give dump your cum inside me," she says. The words come after a pause. She's distracted, aching for her own release.

A few last slapping thrusts and you unleash your load deep inside her pussy. You stay there, your cock buried inside her for a minute while she keeps rubbing her clit, whimpering. Finally you withdraw. She collapses to the side, covered in sweat, her inner thighs soaked and glistening with your mingled leaking juices. The smell of sex floods the room.

Finally she looks at the words above her pussy. Her face contorts, conflicted. She finally pulls her hand away and gives her engorged, dripping cunt a chance to rest.

"Master, you really don't want me to cum? You want me to stay pent up and frustrated, no matter how well I serve you?" Her need to please and her frustrated disbelief mingle in her expression. The image is already making you hard again.