Spanking Erotica
"Master's Whore" a BDSM sex story by Stephanie Hart
Emily ran the feather duster along the top of the bookshelf, humming softly to herself. The open window beside her blew the warm spring breeze throughout the room, accompanied by the smell of blooming flowers. Outside, the street had been fairly empty all day, so the sound of Mike's car pulling into the driveway stood out. Setting down the duster, Emily looked out the window to see the dark purple Breeze pulling into the garage. Smiling, she ran to the front door so that she could greet him when he entered.
Mike pushed the door open and was greeted by Emily's smiling face. She had left her chocolate brown hair falling around her shoulders, just the way he liked it. That morning, she had drawn a thin line of eyeliner along the edges of her lashes, coating them with a layer of mascara to help frame her green eyes. Her lips, she had left unpainted, knowing how much he hated lipstick.
"Sweetheart, you're ho-" Mike shut the door behind himself and grabbed Emily by a handful of her hair, pulling her against him and kissing her roughly. By the time he released her from the kiss, Emily's cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. He pushed her against the wall beside the door, leaning his head down to her neck and trailing his tongue along the artery there.
"You, my little slut, are going to go into the bedroom and wait for me, understand?" Mike growled into her ear.
"Y-yes, Master..." Emily whimpered in response.
"Good girl." Mike stepped back just enough to let Emily through, smacking her on the ass as she passed.
Mike made his way into the bathroom to take a short shower, leaving Emily alone in the bedroom. Pulling off his work clothes, he stepped into the shower, letting the hot water roll down his chest. He'd spent lunch that morning going through his e-mail at work, and ran across the old e-mails he and Emily had sent when they first met. When they had just started their relationship as Master and slave, he had ordered her to take pictures of herself to send him. Those pictures still sat in his e-mail box, and seeing them again had sparked a very dominant urge within him. He turned off the shower, stepped out and grabbed the waiting towel to dry himself.
Emily kept her eyes downcast as the bedroom door opened, watching as Mike's bare feet came into view. He stood in front of her and reached down, tangling his hand in her hair and pulling her head back. Mike's fully erect cock was held right in front of her lips, and Emily glanced up at him through her lashes with a smile.
"Suck it, bitch!" Mike growled at her.
Leaning forward, Emily wrapped her lips around the head of Mike's cock and started sucking it fiercely. Above her, Mike leaned his head back and moaned softly. His hand tightened in her hair as he started pushing her head down on his cock until she choked on it. Emily looked up at him pleadingly, sputtering and coughing against his cock. Mike pulled her head back off of him and allowed her a moment to breathe before pushing her head back down on his cock and thrusting in and out of her throat.
"Oh, fuck! Just like that..." Mike looked down and noticed that Emily's mascara had begun to run, leaving a trail of black tear stains along her cheeks. He thrust his cock down her throat one last time, holding her head there until she looked up at him with a panicked look as she struggled not to gag. Releasing his grip on her hair, Mike stepped back and gave Emily a moment to recuperate. "Get on the bed."
Emily crawled up on the bed and knelt, looking over at Mike as he made his way to the closet. Mike opened the door and removed his favorite paddle and a pair of cuffs, leaving the door open as he returned to her. The lovely black leather paddle had silver studs along the outside that always made Emily whimper. Mike leaned against the wall directly across from where Emily knelt on the bed, lightly tapping the paddle against the palm of his hand. "Strip for me, slut."
A smile tugged at the edges of Emily's lips as she gripped the hem of her shirt and tugged it up over her head. Tossing it on the floor, she slid her hands to her breasts and squeezed them through the fabric of her bra. Mike groaned at the sight and she glanced at him with a sultry look. Reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra and slid it off, keeping one arm in front of them to tease Mike.
"Drop it, Em."
Giggling, Emily removed her arm and exposed her breasts for Mike. The creamy color of her skin was flushed, and the russet peaks of her nipples were fully erect. Emily slid her hands down the smooth expanse of her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, unfastening the buttons and slipping it down around her knees.
"You dirty little cunt!" Mike strode across the room and pushed Emily back onto the bed, yanking the skirt from her legs. After tossing it to the floor, Mike pushed Emily's legs apart and trailed his fingers along her exposed pussy. "Going around all day with no panties on?" A soft whimper escaped Emily's lips as Mike pushed two fingers into her already soaking pussy.
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Oh don't you lie to me, you fucking whore!" Mike thrust his fingers into Emily's pussy, hard, watching her arch her back and moan.
Emily smiled to herself when she realized what game Mike was playing with her. "I'm sorry, Master! I couldn't help myself..."
Mike growled and pulled his hand from Emily's pussy, giving her a smack on the thigh so she'd roll over. "That's what I thought." Emily rolled over onto her stomach and Mike gave her a sharp smack on the ass with his hand. "Lift your ass." Obediently, Emily shifted her knees beneath herself and lifted her ass for him.
Reaching down to the floor, Mike grabbed the set of cuffs he'd gotten from the closet. He attached one set to her ankles, tying them off to the bedposts to keep her legs spread for him. The other set, he fastened around her wrists and tied off to the headboard posts.
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Picking up the paddle from where he'd discarded it beside the bed, Mike gave it a firm smack across Emily's ass. Emily tensed beneath the blow, softly crying out in pain. Without waiting for her to relax, Mike gave the paddle another hard smack across her ass. The painful hit elicited a moan from Emily this time, making Mike's cock even harder.
"Master, please, I'm sorry!" Emily whimpered. Mike smiled and cracked the paddle again, harder than before.
"Why are you sorry?"
Another hard hit left her ass blooming with a red welt, and Emily moaned loudly. "Ohhh!! I'm sorry for being a whore, Master."
Mike groaned as he watched another red welt blossom on the skin of her ass as he struck her again. "Who do you belong to?"
"You, Master...." Emily's body tensed up as the paddle struck her ass again, pushing her close to orgasm.
"That's right, you do!" Mike cracked the paddle against Emily's ass one more time before tossing it aside and climbing onto the bed. Kneeling behind her ass, he grabbed her shoulders and rammed his cock into her dripping pussy. "Come for me," he growled into her ear.
Emily threw her head back and screamed as she came, pussy tightening around Mike's cock as he thrust into her hard and fast. Mike pounded her pussy as hard as he could, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. Claiming her mouth with his, he kissed her possessively while he fucked her.
"Degrade yourself for me," he commanded after breaking away from the kiss. Leaning back, he gripped her hips hard to pull her harder onto his cock.
"I'm a worthless little bitch, Master! A filthy, fucking whore!" Emily gasped out between loud moans.
"You're a dirty fucking cum slut, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes Master!" Emily arched her back and moaned, pushing herself back onto Mike's cock as he thrust into her. "I'm nothing but a worthless cum-doll, Master! Mmmnn, I love taking your cock like this, Master. Please, please don't stop!!"
Mike started pounding into her harder and faster when he heard this, gripping her hips harder and digging his nails into her skin. "That's right, beg for more."
"Please, Master, I want to be your little cum rag. Please, please fuck me until you come!"
"Ooohhh, fuck!!" Mike rammed his cock in and out of Emily's pussy at a frantic pace, grabbing her hair to yank her head back again. "Come for me, bitch!" As Emily's pussy tightened around his cock and her scream of pleasure rang in his ears, Mike's own body tightened as he came inside her.
As the last drop of his cum was squeezed out of him by her tight pussy, Mike pulled out of her and leaned back for a moment to recover. Reaching behind himself, he unfastened her ankle restraints from the bedposts before slumping forward on the bed. One of her wrists was restrained just above his head, and he reached up to unfasten it for her. With her left hand free, Emily shakily undid the other wrist cuff and slumped to the bed herself. Wrapping his arms around Emily's waist, Mike pulled her to him and stroked her hair affectionately. Emily turned her head and nuzzled it against his neck, smiling contently.
"Thank you, Master," she said with a contented, purr-like hum. Mike chuckled, kissing her cheek with a smile.
"You're welcome."
Originally published August 2010