Обоссанная шлюха

Today I prepared a delicious dinner and am waiting for my Master to come. SMS: "I'll be there in an hour. I want the bitch to greet me on her knees, naked."

I have everything ready for His arrival and I am glad that He is coming earlier than usual. I undress and go to the shower. Warm streams flow down my body. I decide that before Master arrives, I will walk around the house naked to get a little used to it. I come out of the bathroom and put on the collar. I look at myself in the mirror... I like how I look. Naked, defenseless, powerless slave. So much sexiness in this! I get on my knees. From the mirror, happy eyes look at me, devoted dog eyes. My hair is loose and the ends tickle

my breasts. I miss the scents. Yes! A few drops of perfume on the neck and wrists. Master will be pleased.

A knock on the door. Without getting up from my knees, I crawl to the door and open it.

— Hello, my Lord!

— Hello, bitch!

Master does not take off His shoes and I decided to help Him. I pull the shoes and socks off His feet.

— Kiss Master's feet!

He walked in shoes for half a day and His feet sweated. I really don't want to lick dirty feet. I love them very much and am ready to lick every toe, but not after dirty shoes! Arguing is useless. I am very uncomfortable and I kiss them without parting my lips. I am not doing it as passionately as usual. I think You noticed that.

— Go to the bathroom, whore! Master wants to piss!

You grab me by the hair, lift me from my knees and lead me to the bathroom. With your eyes, you show me that I should kneel in the bathtub. I am so ashamed! I didn't imagine it like this. We had conversations between us that You would do this to me and I imagined how it would happen. Not like this at all! I thought You would prepare me for it. Too sudden and fast... I obediently kneel and close my eyes tightly so as not to see Your gaze. So that You don't see my humiliation.

— Open your eyes, slut!

I obey, but lower my head. You take out your cock and show it to me: "I want to piss on my whore! A dirty rag!" A stream of urine splashed onto my chest. Warm... It flowed down my body. You raise your cock higher and hit my face. I cover it with my hands in surprise.

— Hands behind your back, creature! Don't you know where a whore's hands should be?!!!

I silently remove my hands. The stream continues to hit my face. What humiliation! How will I look You in the eyes after this?

It's all over. I feel empty inside. I don't know how to react to all this...

— Wash your face, pissed-on whore!

I turn on the water and wash Master's urine off my face. I want to pour water on my face to calm down. To have time to comprehend what happened to me. But Master interrupts my thoughts. With one movement, turns off the water.

— The creature doesn't know it should wash Master's cock with its tongue?

I lick it with my tongue, thinking only about how urine was just flowing from it onto me. From head to toe, I am now a pissed-on whore. As You promised. Suddenly You grab me by the hair and forcefully shove your cock all the way to my throat. I coughed. A second to catch my breath. And another thrust. I am ready for this one and try not to breathe. My mouth is full of saliva, it runs down my face and stretches after Your cock when You pull it out to thrust it into my mouth with new force.

— Open your mouth wider, bitch!

I open my mouth and now I cannot control the depth of the thrusts. You fuck my throat sharply and deeply. Tears involuntarily flow from my eyes. I am choking on my own saliva. You stopped. And now, holding my hair tightly, you impale my mouth on your cock. A thrust! Another thrust! A hot stream splashed into my throat! I take it all, to the last drop. Without releasing the cock from my mouth, I continue to suck it. Master's cock must be clean.

You take some bottle from the shelf and spit on it.

— Sit on it with your cunt and jerk off for Master, you pissed-on mutt!

I placed it on the bottom of the bathtub and with careful movements began to lower myself onto it, holding it with my hand. With the other hand, I caressed my clitoris. It was already very tense and the jar easily entered me due to the excess of my juices.

— Master, the bitch is about to cum! Please allow Your dog to cum?

You spit in my face. Again. Then on my chest. Saliva runs down my face and tickles. You grab my chin and press so I open my mouth. I stick out my tongue and the next spit lands on it. I swallow. And for that, I get two slaps.

— Who allowed the bitch to close her mouth?

— Forgive me, Master! The bitch is guilty.

Two more slaps.

— So you don't forget, animal!

A spit in the face.

— The bitch may cum!

I continue to jerk my cunt with my hand and the bottle. (.org) Moans of arousal escape from my still-open mouth. You spit into it again. Saliva runs down my tongue and drips onto my chest. Another spit in the face. I am aroused to the limit. Master grabs my nipples and squeezes hard. It hurts! I start jerking the bottle harder! My cunt tightens and begins to pulsate.

— Master, Your leaky whore is cumming! The pissed-on slut is cumming!

You leave the bathroom, allowing me to take a shower. I do everything very quickly because I know You don't like to wait. I come out of the bathroom, throwing on a light robe.

— Did someone allow the bitch to get dressed? Did someone allow the dog to stand on her feet?

I quickly drop to all fours and crawl to Master. You grab me by the neck and press my head to the floor. My ass ends up very raised up. You grab a belt and hit it three times very hard.

— The whore didn't know she needed to ask permission? I'm asking you, creature!

— Forgive me, Master! I won't do it again!

Two more hits!

— The mutt doesn't know there is no "I"? Has she forgotten who she is? Has the mutt forgotten her place?

— Forgive me, Master, the bitch, please!!! She won't forget again!

You let me go. I sit at Your feet, kissing them again and again. You stroke my head. So tenderly... You take it in Your hands and look into my eyes. Tears are flowing. I don't even know why yet. Whether from pain, or from humiliation, or from pleasure... You kiss me on the forehead and stroke my head again.

— I have a good little dog! I am pleased with my bitch!

Thank you, my Lord!

— It smells delicious. Is dinner ready?

— Yes, my Lord!

— Crawl, little dog, set the table! You may stand on your feet only in the kitchen.