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She watched him carefully.

Sometimes, he would get like this, and it was her job to watch for it.

“Sir, are you okay?” She softly asked.  She didn’t touch him because she hadn’t been given permission.  He’d trained her better than that.

“I’ll rally.” He turned and gave her a familiar smirk that tugged at her heart.

“So…no, you’re not…but you will be?” She pushed it a little.  It wasn’t sass, it was concern.  After this long time with him, she knew he’d take it the right way.

He laughed.  “Fine.  You got me.  Yes, I’m not, but I will be.”

She flashed him her best smile, showing the dimples he loved. She loved showing them; it worked because his eyes lit up a little.

Miri knew her Dom and knew this was one of those dark moments. It was the price of flying so high, so much of the time. There had to be lows, or how could there be highs? It was physics applied to emotions, good and evil, and so much in the world called reality.

“Sometimes I forget I don’t know as much as I think I do and it’s always a bummer to find that out.” He commented.

Miri approached and knelt at his feet, placed her head on his thigh, and nodded so he’d feel it.  “It helps you keep you…sort of humble, right?” She teased.  Her skin prickled as his fingers ran through her hair.  It felt so good!

“Mmm…yeah, I have to practice sometimes, right?” He joked.

Her master was a man of dangerous compulsions, both good and bad.  She understood he would get it in his head that it would be fine this time.  He could “roll the dice” just one more time.  The fact that he’d led a pretty charmed life had spoiled him and made him feel immune to standard outcomes.  Sir was fond of being the exception to the rule.

He wasn’t “rallying” as well as she would like.

“May I beg a favor, Master?” She softly asked.

“Sure.” He murmured.

“May I please, please worship?” She turned her eyes to his so he would see how much she thirsted for him.  She had her reasons, but she did really enjoy him in her mouth.

Sir looked down on her with a soft smile.  He knew what she was doing, and the loving gratitude she saw in them nearly burst her heart.  Oh, she prayed he would say yes now!

“You may.” He nodded.

Miri pivoted so she was properly between his knees and facing him.  Deftly, she freed him of his clothing restraints and purred softly at Master’s cock.  The instrument of his hours of torture and delight for her.  Oh, how he’d tease her and make her beg until she sobbed it to him before he relented.

She loved that he was so strict and tightly held her to her place.  Miri knew with every fiber of her being that Sir decided when, if, or not she was to cum or to be punished.  His will was law in her heart.

Addressing ths head of his cock first, she kissed and sucked it for quite a while as she prepared him and herself.  She prepared him by making him even harder for her as her fingers kneaded his balls to make them as full as possible.  She prepared herself for shutting out the rest of the world so there was only his cock and her doing the best she could to please him!

Mmm…the heat in his eyes as he gazed down at her made her pussy clench and be so wet she’d start dripping soon! Slowly, very slowly, she sucked him further into her mouth.  All the while, she kept her eyes on his as she began to see him through her lashes.  Miri wanted him to see just how submissive she felt as she serviced him.

She could still remember realizing how natural it was to kneel before this man.  It just felt right!  Miri was no doormat of a submissive.  She was a leader in her work team.  She was a doer and a shaker, but after just three weeks with Sir, she’d become something different.  Miri became his nasty little slut, his whore, his cum-slut, pain-slut, just-very-much-A-slut for him.  

It wasn’t even a month wearing his collar that she begged, BEGGED to crawl for his viewing pleasure!  Oh, his wicked ways made her beg to do things she’d never dreamed of allowing, let alone begging for!  The lines of their song went through her head: “Shouldn’t have let you torture me so sweetly.”  His dominance was like a siren song to her as he pulled her deeper and further into her sexual, emotional, and physical slavery to him.  He was her master in all senses of the word.  She could not, would not, ever say no to him.

Her lips brushed against his pelvis as her throat relaxed to all of him into it.  Miri prided herself on not gagging but let her tongue lavish the underside of his cock.  His soft moan of pleasure only made her thirstier than before. She answered his with one of her own, knowing that the vibrations would drive him mad faster.

It was time to bob for apples!  She did so like the good girl that she knew he was counting on her to be.  To ice it for sure, she let her teeth graze him slightly, which caused him to groan and nearly close his eyes in pleasure.  She wasted no time going back down, up, down, and up.  Ramping him up meant she was waiting for his response, which nearly always came.

Miri felt his hands entangle in her hair at the top of her head.  Closing her eyes, she let him take control of her as she craved and he needed.  Shoving her down and holding her in place at the base of his cock for longer than she would have herself.  Miri had learned to hold her breath but never stop sucking or swirling or she’d be punished.  It sounded cruel, but she wanted it no other way.  

A deep grunt and growl from her master caused her to groan, which she knew would vibrate against his sensitive areas.  His thrust up presaged his explosion into her mouth and down her throat.  His hands relented to allow her some air, and because he was lost in the moment of ecstasy she’d wished him to achieve.

“Ohhhhh….” He sighed as it continued for a while, and she milked all she could.

Another, more profound, softer sigh sounded from him, and he murmured, “That’s my Good Girl…such a Good Girl.” His tone was full of pleasure, pride, and contentment.

Miri couldn’t honestly describe the joy his statement gave her.  Warmth, her own pride, and she was so pleased to have pleased him again.  It was her job, her life, her all. The stream slowed down and she slowly sucked off then back on then off one last time to be sure she didn’t let anything go.  

He’d never told her to do this next part, but it was just…what she felt was right.  Opening her mouth, she showed him her tongue and the small puddle of his cum still there.  Her way of proving she’d been a good girl and swallowed.  His answering smile was always a special reward for this gift to him.

His warm eyes shone at her in a way that made her feel more naked than she already was for him. Master could enter her soul and shine a light of curiosity, truth, and whatever was upon her most secret places.

“Thank you, little slave.” He told her. 

“My pleasure, Master.  I aim to please.” She grinned.

“You always do, Baby.  You always do.” His smile widened then curved wickedly, making her toes curl.  It also caused her bottom to squirm.  Master wanted to spank her or more.

Without a word, she rose slightly and crawled across his lap, silently accepting his wishes.  Truth be told, Miri was a pain-slut, and it had been too long since her bottom throbbed.  It had been at least a few hours!

He positioned her with her ass high and head a little lower.  His hands moved all over her in such a familiar way that she began to relax into it, even knowing she’d have a hot, stinging backside in a matter of seconds.  

SMACK!!

“Ooo.” She groaned as his palm burned an outline in her ass cheek.  Another and another followed it until Sir was in a rhythm. He wasn’t in a hurry tonight.  He was playing with his toy: her.  She grinned even as she hissed from the stinging blows.  Miri’s body betrayed her frequently as it did now and her ass arched up to be a better target!  She hadn’t meant to do it, but still it always happened.  

His soft chuckle showed he’d noticed and appreciated the gesture.

Miri could feel the renewed hardening of his cock under her tummy.  Master was back in his good mood once more.  He had paused to rub and enjoy her curves.

She knew what would put the icing on his cake.  “Master, may I beg another favor?” She sniffled at him.

“Hmm…maybe.” He patted her with possessive pleasure.

She knew that meant she could beg now.  “May I go and fix you a soda and snack?  Perhaps you’d enjoy watching one of your documentaries while you spank your little slave for a while.  You seem to be in a savoring mood, Sir.”

He laughed.  “I am and, yes, that sounds delightful.”  He delivered a very sharp smack, which made her yip to please him.  “Go make me a sandwich, Woman.” He teased her with the classic stereotype role joke.

“Yes, Master, with pleasure, Sir.” She slid off and sashayed her red bottom into the kitchen.  Miri heard his soft wolf whistle at her.  He never missed an opportunity.  She loved it from him.

“Bring me the Swatter, too.” He called.

Miri sighed.  “Yes, Sir.” Master wanted his snack, a show, and a song from her.  

The Swatter was a fly swatter that had never killed a bug but was only eleven inches long.  The mat on it was rubber and stung like hell!!  With it, Sir could go as fast as he wished for as long as he wanted without ever leaving a mark.

Miri’d be throbbing from it for an hour or so afterwards, but recovery was pretty quick.  Didn’t matter though, she’d still be whimpering, sniffling, and sobbing as he whipped her butt while he watched his show and used her lower back as a tray.  He’d occasionally hold his cold drink against her heated bottom if she were lucky to cool it.

She brought the roast beef sandwich, chips, soda, and, yes, The Swatter back to him.  Over his lap once more, she felt him place the plate on her back.  She’d had to insist he do this because he’d hesitated to objectify her to that level, but Miri found she enjoyed being used as his property in more than just a sexual way.  

The TV turned on and The Swatter tapped her slightly tender butt cheeks.

“Know what?” He asked her.

Miri knew but always said, “No, what?”

“I love you.” He caressed her hair.

She purred for his touch.  “I love you, too, Sir.”

THWAAP!!  She moaned softly and settled in for the evening.