Obedience

I’m a good boy. I do what my Miss tells me to do. Even though she left the room over an hour ago, I am following her instructions explicitly. I am sitting on a floor cushion in the bedroom, completely naked except for my collar. That is all she has instructed me to do; no more, no less. I will sit here just like this for as long as it pleases her for me to do so, not because I am hoping for any reward for being a good boy, but because nothing brings me greater joy than to please her. She takes pleasure in my obedience, so I am happy to obey.

I hear the outside door opening. My heart jumps. My Miss is home! I wiggle a little with excitement as I wait with great anticipation for her to come upstairs. Eventually, she makes her way upstairs and opens the bedroom door. I can see that she changed clothes while she was downstairs. When she left, she was wearing a simple blouse and ankle-length skirt. Now, she’s wearing her favorite purple corset and her tight black velvet miniskirt. My penis grows erect as I take in the sight of my beautiful, sexy Miss. My lust for her urges me to rush to her and embrace her passionately, but my desire to obey her is stronger. I’m a good boy, so I must continue to sit.

She walks over to me, looks down, and smiles. I look up at her and smile back. She fondles my hair and tells me I’m a good boy. My heart sings every time I hear her say that. I lean against her legs and nuzzle her thigh. Her fingers run through my hair gently for a few seconds, and then suddenly she grabs my hair tightly. I let out a soft whimper and melt a little in her grip. Holding on to my hair, she guides my face up between her thighs. Her bare pussy greets my face, and I deeply inhale her sweet aroma. She presses my face against her crotch tightly, cutting off ability to breathe. Even as my lungs are begging for oxygen, I hungrily lap my tongue and drink in her vaginal juices until the need for air becomes too great. I tap my Miss twice on the back of her thigh to signal that I need to breathe. She continues to hold me there, denying me the ability to breathe for a couple more seconds which feel like an eternity. Once she finally releases me, I collapse almost completely down to the floor and wrap my arms around her legs, panting heavily. Once I regain my breath, I begin to gently kiss her feet to show my gratitude and devotion to my Miss.

She reaches down and tilts my chin up with her delicate fingers. “I have a treat for you since you’ve been such a good boy for me,” she says. My eyes light up as I look up at her with a beaming smile. She signals for me to stay put and walks back out the bedroom door. She returns a couple of seconds later carrying a piece of rope. Attached to the rope and following behind her is a girl; bound, ball-gagged, and naked. I know this girl. She is a friend of ours, and we’ve seen her fairly regularly at munches and parties. She makes eye-contact with me for only a brief second before looking down in submission to my Miss. After leading her to the bed, my miss unbinds her arms and commands her to get on the bed. She then positions the girl face-down, knees bent and spread apart, and ass up in the air before binding her hands again with the rope. I watch with baited breath as my miss continues to tie the girl with rope, forcing her to hold that position and securing her to the bed. A million possibilities are running through my head right now. My penis is literally throbbing with anticipation, and I can see the girl is having a similar reaction by the way her pussy is beginning to glisten.

Now my Miss turns to me and gives me a crooked smile. She casually picks up her bottle of lube and opens it as she slowly walks over to me. As she walks, she squirts a few drops in her hand and then reaches for my penis. I practically melt in her hand as she rubs the lube all over my cock and whispers into my ear. “Now, listen carefully. Whatever I tell you to do, you must do it immediately without any hesitation, or I may take away your treat. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss,” I say as I bow my head to her.

“Good boy,” she says and kisses me deeply while still rubbing lube onto my cock. Once she’s finished. She takes a few steps back behind me. I look at her quizzically, but she quickly signals for me to look ahead toward the girl that she tied to the bed. Several seconds stretched out into eternity, hearing only my pounding heartbeat until finally she gave the command.

“Fuck her.”

I immediately spring to my feet and climb onto the bed. Taking only a second to angle my penis properly, I swiftly slide my lubed cock into the bound and gagged girl’s tight pussy. She moans through the gag as I work my way in deeper and deeper. Intense animalistic passions begin to overtake me as this girl’s pussy envelops my cock. I reach for her scalp and grip a handful of her hair tightly, forcing her to lean back into my cock while I ravage her at my Miss’ command.

“Use her. Take her. Don’t you dare hold back. This is my gift to you, so you had better appreciate it!” I hear my Miss say.

“Yes… Miss,” I say between breaths. The girl is now writhing against her bonds. The sound of her muffled screams urge me on, and I fuck harder and deeper with everything I have. I can feel my orgasm beginning to build. I look to my Miss and ask, “Can I cum in her, Miss?” She gives me a silent, sadistic grin. I begin to panic a little. I know my orgasm is close, and I don’t know how long I can hold off cumming, but I wouldn’t dare cum without permission from my Miss. I’m still fucking this girl as hard as I can, and she is moaning and whimpering in time with my thrusts. “Please, Miss,” I begin to beg, “Please may I cum?”

Slowly, she nods and says, “You may cum in her now.”

Elated at finally receiving my Miss’ permission, I pull the girl’s quaking body as firmly down onto my cock as I can let loose my orgasm. Moans of intense pleasure and delight pass through my lips as I empty my cum into the bound and shaking girl’s ravaged pussy. Exhausted, I slump against her back and slide down to the bed. Basking in euphoria, I can see a trickle of semen make its way from the girl’s red and sore pussy down her thigh.

My Miss walks over to the bed and looks down at me. “Did you enjoy your present?”

“Yes, Miss, thank you.” I say with a giant grin on my face. She smiles for a second, but then suddenly looks very stern and serious as she grabs my collar and pulls my face up to hers, me a little in the process.

“You’re mine. Mine forever. Never forget that,” she says.

“Yes, Miss. Yours. Yours forever,” I say, the words slurring slightly as my head rushes from a combination of the recent climax, sudden denial of my breath, and the rush I feel from my Miss reinforcing her claim on me.

“Good boy,” she says. “Now, help me untie her.”

We release the girl from her bindings and remove her ball gag. Her body is still involuntarily shaking, and she instinctively begins to cuddle against my Miss. “Shh, it’s ok. It’s over. Did you enjoy yourself?” my Miss asks the girl. She looks up at my Miss and nods. A smile begins to spread across her face. She looks down shyly and cuddles more closely against my Miss. She then looks over to me. My Miss asks her, “Do you want my boy to cuddle you too?” She nods. My Miss signals me over, and I obediently cuddle the still quivering girl.

After a few minutes, my Miss says it’s time to take the girl home. “Tell her ‘thank you’ for being willing to be your present,” she says.

“Thank you,” I tell the girl. She smiles, blushes, and says she’s glad to be of service to us.

My Miss commands me to sit on my cushion and wait for her to return as she leads the girl downstairs. Obediently, I kneel down on my cushion and patiently wait. After several minutes, I hear them leave the house. Even though my Miss is not here to watch me right now, I still obediently sit here waiting for her to return. I’m a good boy. I do what my Miss tells me to do.