AI art by me.

Another in the series of Erotic Audio Clips from the lovely Selene Brandt. Script by me. She’s sweetly asked me to provide more scripts so, of course, I will oblige.

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“Miss Prince?” A harsh voice roused me.

SMACK!!

Ooooo, a hand had just spanked my ass hard!  It was already sore…OHHhhh!  I opened my eyes and felt the hard desk crushing my tender breasts.  Oh my God!  I must have passed out!!  How embarrassing???!!!

“Sorry…Sir.” I mumbled softly.  “I’m here.”

“Good.  I was about to get a bucket of water.” He groused at her.

You would, too, wouldn’t you? She thought.  The memories flooded back.  The caning, the finger fucking, her cries for release, her squeals as she came.  YES!  He hadn’t stopped after the first one.  

I groaned.  “Sorry, Sir…I wasn’t…expecting more than one orgasm since I’d only begged for one.”

His hand fell onto my exposed bottom and clenched it.  He had my FULL attention.  “Listen carefully, Miss Prince.  I own your orgasms now.  I will say when and how many.”

“Oh…ohohoh..yessss, Sir.  I’m so sorry.” I wriggle as his fingers dig into my buttocks that he also now owns.

“Perhaps I should make it clearer.  Elizabeth Prince, do you give yourself to me as my submissive of your own free will?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir!” I blurt out.  His fingers begin to rim my anus and I moan and writhe.

“Does your body, every inch, inside and out belong to me and only me?” He asked.

“Yeeeeesssss, Sir.” I wanted to arch and beg him to fuck my ass now.  He held me down.

“Full obedience…I do mean full.” He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“Ohhh, Sir.” I whimper and nearly come just at what he’s said and wants from me.  “Am…am I submissive…or slave, Sir?”

He softly kisses just behind my ear and my muscles ripple.  “Does it matter?”

I think about it for a split second.  No, no, I don’t think it really does.  There’s a fine line between submission and being his slave.  I…I want to cross it!  “Yessss, Sir.  Make me your slave, I beg you!” I sob it out as I feel what I’ve just done.

He is quiet.  I tremble now, wondering if he will refuse me after I’ve sold my very soul to him?

“I accept.  You will call me Sir in public and the classroom.  In private, what will you call me?” He asked.

Oh, I knew this one.  “Master….my Master.” I breathe out as my pussy reacts hotly to using his title and knowing I am now his sex slave, his fucktoy, his nasty little bitch-in-heat.  Yes…I am all that and more!  I feel..so fucking sexy now.

His hands leave my body and I ache for them again.   Whatever he wants… just touch me, pretty please, Master? I think to him.

A drawer opens and I don’t turn my head.  I’m not allowed.

I hear the THUNK before I see it.  A very large, stainless steel anal plug is placed before me.  

“You will wear this during the day and to all classes.  Therefore, no panties.  You seem to like bare anyway.” He laughs softly.

“Oh, Sir.  I do…for you I do…that’s why.” I try to explain.

His hand SMACKS my ass hard again.  “Master…I am Master.”

Shit, shit, shit, I’d forgotten.  

“Hmm…before I plug you with steel.  I think I need to take that tight little hole to remind you.” He begins to unzip behind me.

I flip my long, dark hair back towards him.  “Your reins, Master.” I purr at him.

There’s lube being applied to me now and I arch up for it as I softly moan and bite my lower lip.  Yes, yes, yes, yes…claim me…claim your pretty whore.

He laughs.  “You just might do, my precious pony girl.  I’d say I’m sorry for the bruises to your pelvis from this but we both know I’d be lying.”

“I know, Master.” I nodded and swallow hard.  Ohhhh…my pain-sluttiness will be well fed now!  “I am…I am very much a pain-slut.  Do what you wish.”

I feel his tip rimming me now and I groan deep.  OHhhhmmmmmm.  

“Dear Liza.  I already will do as I wish with you, whenever, and wherever I want.” His tip pushes into me and I squeak a little as no man has been there before, just toys.  

It..he…his cock is so warm and such GIRTH…I stretch and the pain is excruciatingly hitting my clit and pussy as he pressed me into the desk.  He enters mostly then pulls back a bit.  I whimper because I know…I KNOW he’s going balls deep into me and I WANT IT!

I feel his hand in my hair as he pulls hard.  “Neigh for me, dirty pony girl.” He commands.

I give a little, soft.  Neighhhhh.  

He plunges into me and I GASP.  Oh FUCK.  OH FUCKING FUCK.  I…he’s everywhere in me!!  And..he begins to thrust…I can’t help but follow his lead.  I’m the pony.  My master is the ride.  I will go where he wishes.

The ride is hard, fast, and he thoroughly takes me as his.  I sob as I beg to come but he keeps saying NO…..NO???  But…oh please please please…I’m going to come and get whipped for sure!  Perhaps that’s what he wants?  I don’t know. I don’t know?  All I know is him..in me…and the utter feeling of being owned and taken.

My fingernails scrape the desk.  “PLEEEEEAASSSEEE.” I beg with all my heart.

I hear his sadistic chuckle.  “Okay, you rode well.  Come for me, my little slut.”

“Yes…yes…YES.” I begin to chant with his thrusts and I come hard once more.  My hardest climax I’ve ever had!  I laugh, I cry…I giggle.  I am undone by him.

I feel the soft sheen of sweat dripping off of me as I am just a little sated slave girl collapsed over his desk.  I barely feel the steel collar he locks around my throat, but I feel it’s weight.  I am…his.  I am Master’s Slave.