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“Pleath, gaaa, Thir, pleath ….” She creid from behind the gag that pressed her tongue down and made it unable to speak correctly.

“Please, what, Love?” He asked softly, staring into her eyes and watching her body respond to his assault on her most tender and wicked parts. Parts that he owned, and had complete control of.  

Her thoughts came slowly, struggling to be recognized in her brain, which was being overtaken by a cloud of pure eroticism and carnal desire.  She couldn’t formulate the words to express her needs. It didn’t matter anyway, for he knew exactly what she needed. He always knew.

Sir had left one thing out of the toy chest after their session last night, locking everything else away from Love’s voracious temptation.  That one thing was the now-famous Slut Maker, (aka “the wand” aka “the hitachi.”) He had purposely left it plugged in and hidden just under Love’s side of the bed.

When He left for work in the dark of the early morning, he kissed her sleepy head, and reminded her to be a good girl. She had fallen back to sleep and awoke several hours later, rolling around the cool bedsheets, and relishing in the smells of their sex from last night.  She smiled to herself and pulled her hair across her face to breathe in the lingering scent of Him.

She noticed the cord slithering out from under the bed, and dangled half of her naked body off the edge of the mattress to investigate. Love pulled on the cord and to her delight she discovered the Slut Maker. She gasped and looked around, guiltily, knowing this was a dangerous toy to stumble onto – no way should she be touching it without her Master’s permission. And how easy would it be to get his permission? One text … one question: Please Sir?

But the little naughty minx that Love is, she brought it up to her face and inspected it. She sniffed it – it smelled like her. She smiled. Closing her eyes she thought about last night … how many times did the Sir make her cum using this? She lost count after he had his hand deep inside of her and she squirted all over the place while orgasm after glorious orgasm racked her little body.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she did anyway, rationalizing that it would only be one, maybe two … and Sir was busy at work. He knew that she would do this, which is exactly why she was here, now, hours later, legs spread open and taped to her wrists – hands just out of reach of her pussy that was being violated by her once-favorite toy, the Slut Maker.

“Who gave you permission to use my toys on my property, slut?” His voice was darker now, firmer, more insistent.  

“Iiii …Thirr, pleath, Iff you lemme taaaa….” He pulled the gag from her mouth for a moment to let her state her reply.

“Thank you, Sir. I, uh, oh, Sir, I’m so sorry … I didn’t want to bother you at …” She panted, grasping at a semblence of an explanation that she knew wasn’t wholly truthful.

“Have I ever given you any indication that you’re a bother to me?” He had her cornered.

“No, Sir.” Her face crinkled up with disappointment.

“Then it would have taken you, what, two minutes to text me and wait for me to answer you, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.” Love bit her bottom lip so hard it began to bleed. Now she longed for the gag to be placed back in because his intellectual inspection of her was just too much for her to bear.  

“So then I’m going to give you a lesson tonight, Love, and let’s see if when I’m finished you can figure out what the lesson is.” He grinned and proceeded to work the wand over her clit, and the glass dildo into her ass simply because he enjoyed it, until Love was crying out indecipherable pleas for him to stop.  

The girl who was insatiable, the slut who indulged in orgasm after orgasm, and bragged that she could never have enough, finally met her match. And it got to the point where she never wanted to see or touch, or be touched, by the Slut Maker ever again.  Or at least for a very long time.  

The End.

~ ~Aurora Leigh #original #copywritten #newstory #tobecontinued
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