She’d been out of the room for almost twenty minutes and Jack was growing impatient with her prolonged absence. He reclined into the armchair and breathed out deeply. It was worth waiting for, although he wouldn’t let her know how much he craved her. Wanting to appear nonchalant, he picked up the story she’d written for him and began to reread it.

Her erotic fiction had become a little game. It was her way of expressing her desires to him and he would often find paragraphs - sometimes whole chapters - tucked into his clothing, describing in graphic detail the scenes she would like them to play out together. Tonight’s chapter was debased by anyone’s standards and the words on the paper only fuelled his yearning. He had no intention of following her proposal to the letter. Perhaps some elements of her descriptive passage would work their way into the evening, but the choice was his. Everything they would do tonight would be decided by him. And she would comply in every way. She would bend, spread, lick, suck and fuck at his command and when she didn’t, he would punish her.

Something stirred in his suit trousers and he took another mouthful of the whisky she’d poured for him earlier, knowing she liked the smell of it on his breath. He hoped she was wearing non-waterproof mascara; she looked so beautiful when her cheeks were stained with makeup.

From the other side of the hotel suite he heard the bathroom door click open. As much as he wanted to look up, he kept his eyes focused on the paper and waited. The sound of her crawling across the carpet on all fours drifted across the room. By the end of the night, she’d have carpet burns on her knees and elbows, maybe elsewhere. He uncrossed his legs in expectation of her arrival. The training, which had formed part of their early relationship, had taught her how to approach him. She would always crawl and then she would wait, on all fours, resting her chin on his knees until he decided to acknowledge her. The longest he’d been able to hold out had been twenty minutes and that had only been because she’d confessed to masturbating without permission. The anticipation worked on both of them. While she craved his attentions, he loved the suspense.

“Sir?” Her quiet voice was broken by the sound of something she was carrying in her mouth. “I brought something for you, Sir.”

“Good girl. Leave it in my lap while I finish reading this. Put your lead in my hand.”

Her fingers lingered over his as she lifted the lead and entwined it into his hand. The self-control, to stop himself from yanking it and pulling her collared neck into his lap, surprised him. He wanted her very much this evening. The glint of her deep red, polished nails caught his eyes as she dropped back to all fours and then he felt her drop something from her mouth into his lap. He glanced at it, a black marker pen. The smile that crossed his lips betrayed his emotions more than he wanted. Her letter had begged him to scrawl obscenities across her naked flesh, to indicate in lurid detail the nature and purpose of each orifice. Later, he thought. Once she had finished satisfying his depravities. When she had finally exploded through multiple orgasms, he would graffiti every dirty whore word she’d used during the evening, across her body. When she woke in the morning, she would have both the physical pain of her torments and a visual reminder of how depraved she had been. He pondered showering with her in the morning, and making slow, gentle love to her as she washed the night away.

“Slut, did you forget the other thing I asked you to bring?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then where is it?” He peered down at her face; her beautiful big blue eyes looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

“I already used it, Sir.” Her voice grew quieter, but she held his gaze. From her tone and the momentary flash of uncertainty in her eyes, he realised she thought she’d misunderstood his earlier instructions. She hadn’t, but no matter. Her doubt gave him a reason to start the proceedings.

“Used it? How?” He lowered his voice.

Her eyes dipped away and his hand drew in the leash, to tug at her collar. A sigh parted her lips as the restraint chafed against her pale skin.

“Slut, tell me how you used it so I can decide how to punish you. Be honest with me, or your punishment will be worse. You don’t want me to repeat what happened last week, do you?” The shiver of excitement that ran through her naked flesh, as he reminded her how she’d been abused previously, turned him on immensely.

“I… I… err… I thought you wanted me to put it in, Sir?” She stammered, not daring to look at him now. Her words were muffled from between his legs where she had buried her face. He gave the lead an abrupt tug, yanking her head so her mouth was over his throbbing penis. He could only guess how wet she was.

“You put the butt plug in your arse, without my permission?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” She sounded almost frightened as she apologised. Her hot breaths warmed through his trousers and his cock stiffened and strained against the material. Her nodding head rubbed against him intimately, he was sure she was nodding more than was necessary.

“Big mistake, slut. Present yourself to me.”

Without any further instruction, she shuffled on her hands and knees and turned to face away from him. All the while, he kept the tension on the collar tight enough to cause her some mild discomfort.

The sight in front of him captivated his soul and he took a deep breath. She was naked apart from the collar and a pair of six-inch, red, high heels. Shoes that had never been walked in, she’d only ever crawled while wearing them. Right now, she was kneeling, lowering her head forwards to the floor and poking her backside up at him. Their regular practice sessions meant she now performed the position exactly to his liking. Once she was on her knees, with the right side of her face pressed to the floor, she drew her hands to her backside and spread her arse cheeks open wide. Her cunt was bare, shaved to perfection. It glistened pink at him, she wasn’t just moist, she was already dripping wet with expectation. Clearly the butt plug had been a good idea. He smiled to himself as he considered. The toy was deep inside her, she was squirming a little as it stretched her and he was pleased he’d bought one which was a little larger than she could accommodate comfortably. He was even more pleased that it was inflatable, and the dangling tube and small pump swinging between her wide-open thighs was far too tempting to ignore. His thumb pressed against the base of the toy. She pressed back, sighing gently.

“Hmm. Keep your face on the floor, slut. And tonight, for misunderstanding my request, your punishment is that you aren’t allowed to scream. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her words were quiet, but the wiggle of her butt told him how very badly she wanted him to start their fun.

The balloon shaped pump on the end of the hose fitted into his palm and he gave it a tentative squeeze. Her response was instant, she let out a tiny whimper and before she could catch her breath he’d given it another six, hard pumps. Her face contorted with pain as the toy expanded inside her and for a moment, she held her breath, swallowing the sensation deep. He paused, waiting. It didn’t take her long.

“More please, Sir.” She gasped, pressing her butt back towards him, writhing it around enticingly. He sat forwards in his seat to get a closer look. Small dark purple bruises were fading on her cheeks from where he’d flogged her last week. On the day after that encounter, she’d told him that sitting down had been uncomfortable and the ever-present reminder of his zealous attention had kept her wet for days. In a minute he’d spank those bruises, but first he wanted her to wriggle some more.

Slowly he squeezed the ball in his hand, watching as she bit the cherry red lipstick from her lower lip. Another pump. And another. And another. One of her fists beat down on the carpet and he squeezed again. Her eyes screwed up tightly as he forced even more air inside her. By now he knew the plug would be the size of his fist, undoubtedly she was also thinking the same thing, imagining how it would feel to have his fist in her as he had before. The memory of that experience, of the three minute-long anal orgasm she’d had, filled him with desires. Subconsciously his free hand reached forwards and his fingers stroked her soaked cunt.

“Say the words, slut.” He whispered.

Her breaths were ragged as she spoke. “I’m your perfect little slut. And I like to get fucked in every hole. You own each and every hole I have and I am your fucktoy to use and abuse as you wish and to obey your every command.”

Three harsh pumps on the butt plug followed and she whimpered hard. Forgetting to use his name was something she knew was punishable. Whether she’d forgotten on purpose was something he couldn’t be sure of.

“What did you forget?” A further squeeze on the ball forced her to purse her lips to stop herself yelling. “I asked you what you forgot? Answer, or I’ll squeeze again.”

The expression on her face was somewhere between agony and ecstasy and her response wasn’t nearly quick enough to satisfy him. As he shoved two fingers inside her cunt, he gave the ball another squeeze. Her whole body began to tremor, he knew he could make her orgasm right now if he wanted, it would only take a word but he’d trained her to only cum on command. She wouldn’t dare do it without permission.

“Sir… Sir…I forgot your name.”

“Good girl.” He murmured, considering how good it would feel to slide his cock into her warm pussy. The pressure of the overly extended butt plug made her cunt obscenely tight and he slid his fingers in and out a few times, noting how her juices dripped down into his palm. “But you shouldn’t have forgotten in the first place. That was naughty.”

He wiped his fingers off against her backside and then abruptly raised his hand and slapped down hard. His palm pushed deep into her flesh, pressing against where he’d slapped before he lifted it away again and spanked again. Her cries became irrelevant as both his hands began alternately spanking her cheeks. The redness swelling on her skin aroused him further and he continued, ignoring her thrashing until he saw a tear well in her eyes.

“Don’t forget my name again.” He murmured.

She sniffed. “No, Sir.” The slightly resentful tone in her voice made him smile and he picked up the leash and yanked it harshly.

“Face me.” He pulled her to him, keenly aware of how she was struggling to move with the plug as large as it was. “Sit down, cross-legged.”

He barked the order and her eyes met his questioningly. Sitting down would push the plug deeper and she knew it. The slap he delivered to her face assured her she hadn’t misunderstood and cautiously she began to squat. He raised his hands onto her shoulders and pressed her down even further. Her full body weight was leaning against the protruding part of the toy. Tears filled her eyes.

“Undo my trousers.”

She complied readily, he suspected because it gave her the excuse to sit up a little. Her fingers deftly unzipped his trousers and began probing for his cock.

“Take it out with your mouth.” He reached behind her head and laced his fingers deep into her hair, knotting them against her scalp. For a second she resisted but then she dropped her head forwards into his lap. Her lips and tongue began exploring through his zipper to find her prize. At the back of her head his fingers tightened again as he pressed her face against him hard. He pushed so tightly, she would barely be able to breathe.

“Get my cock out, slut. I want you to suck it.” A small smile flicked at his lips. They both knew that wedged so close, she wouldn’t be able to leverage his manhood from inside his trousers. But God, was she giving it a good try.

Unprepared to wait any longer he slid his hand down and reached for his rigid penis, pulling it out and slapping it against her face. Without any hesitation, she parted her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth, as far back in her throat as she could manage.

“Oh fuck, Louise.” He gasped, slipping for a second as the pleasure of her tongue sliding up and down overwhelmed his senses. “Oh, fuck.”

He pulled her face down onto him even harder, revelling in the gagging noises she made as his cock hit the back of her throat. Her tongue was insane, wrapping and swirling itself around him with an unnatural speed. And she was moaning as she did it. Little whines of ecstasy were stifled at the back of her mouth as she enjoyed sucking as much as he enjoyed receiving. His hips began to thrust in time with her movements, fucking her mouth viciously as he held her head in situ. The sensation pushed him to his limits and he began pushing as deep as he could, forcing his way into her throat, making her swallow his cock as she gagged against it. He felt her throat spasm around him as she choked.

“Good girl. Swallow it, swallow my cock whole.” He gasped, pushing her face against him. For a split second he glanced down, the deep thrusts were causing her some distress and she was trying to pull back. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now. Non-waterproof mascara. So pretty. He pulled her head away, twisting it painfully to the side and keeping his fingers buried deep in her hair.

“Keep your mouth closed.” He ordered as he smeared pre-cum from the top of his cock across her face. He lingered at her lips, rubbing hard and leaving a streak of lipstick and cum across her chin. More than once she parted her lips and tried to draw him in, each infraction was met with a slap. Tonight though, face slapping was only fuelling her lust and her lips parted at the tip of his cock again.

“Dirty fucking whore. What are you?” He said and he saw her eyes light up with excitement. He dragged her head backwards, pulling her neck back at an unnatural angle until finally the agony became too hard to ignore and the greediness in her eyes changed to distress. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to her ear. “Tell me what you are.”

A breath rasped in her lungs, the angle of her windpipe meant she needed to concentrate on breathing, deliberately inhaling and exhaling to ensure she retained consciousness. Her lips were slowly darkening as her air supply was restricted.

“I’m… your… dirty…” She sucked in a deep breath and he watched fascinated as a tear escaped from the corner of her eye and dripped onto his knee. “Dirty… fucking… whore… Sir.”

His fingers relinquished their grasp instantly. “Good girl. My dirty little whore. I’m going to use you like a whore tonight, I’m going to fuck you and punish you every way I want. You can have one lick on my cock now. Lick the pre-cum off it.”

Hesitantly she moved forwards, her tongue poking out from her lips. For a second he closed his eyes, he swore she had the tongue of a snake, the way she managed to curl it around him so completely was astonishing.

“You can have more, when I say.” He said, tugging his cock away from her dangerous mouth and staring into her hungry blue eyes as she nodded. He studied her for a moment. The red flush on her chest, the short breaths and the look in her eyes told him that she could cum any second. If he wanted her to.

Jack smiled to himself and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead as he stood up and started to get undressed. “Sit back down, baby. We’re not even warmed up yet.”

A wide grin flicked at her lips as she crossed her legs and forced the butt plug deeper. He watched with amusement as she deliberately wriggled to make sure it was as deep as it would go. Tonight was going to be a long, painful night and he had plenty of sadistic surprises in store. She was going to love every second of it.