He's Such A Slut

He sat down at the computer. He logged on then looked at his watch.

Damn! Nearly 8:00 and She said be there by 8:00. He entered all the information to get him into the chat room, then the private room.

Why didn't I get a faster computer? Tapping his fingers lightly on the keys while he waited for the computer to do its thing. Oh, finally! No. 8:03. He was in the private room.

"Mistress? Are you here? I know I'm late. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."

He was sincere in his apology but wasn't sure if She would forgive him or not. Sometimes She didn't, and he went crazy until the next time they talked.

"I am here, slut. There is no excuse for being late. None. I told you when to be here and you agreed. I do not like to be kept waiting."

"Oh, please, Mistress. I will do anything. Please. I am so sorry. Please."

He hated begging. It was so beneath him. But he felt his raging hard-on get even harder, as he begged forgiveness. This was all so sick. So demeaning. So damn hot!!!