Fic-Slave
WARNING-D/s content, spanking, hot sex?
Carter's legs ached. She'd been kneeling in this position for a while now, and she knew that as soon as she got up to move she'd cramp up something fierce. She shifted subtly, trying not to draw any attention to herself as she worked her muscles. The sudden presence of a hand in her hair made her tense up, hoping to ward off any punishment her mistress might give her for disobeying her orders.
'Kneel right there and do not move.'
But the hand merely stroked through her hair before being removed. Just a warning then. However she was careful to not move so much as an inch for the rest of her mistress' meeting. As soon as it was over, and the officials had filed out of the room, her mistress turned to her.
"Disobeying orders are we?" Queen Rosalinda Maria Montoya Fiore's voice is quiet, almost playful, but then the hand is back in her hair, tightening painfully and pulling her head back to meet her gaze. She looks amused.
"N-No mistress," Carter gasped quickly, shivering at the burn in her scalp, the slight pain bringing with it tingles of pleasure, she's so used to the two being associated. Rosie smirked, as if she'd guessed what she was thinking. She attatches a leash to Carter's collar and tugs impatiently, wanting Carter to stand. She quickly scrambled to her feet, and barely managed to stay upright as cramp kicked in and she had to stop herself from screaming, restraining herself to a whimper. She quickly hobbled along behind her mistress to her bedroom, eyes on the floor, just as Rosie had trained her to do.
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them Rosie turned, gaze softening as she caught the pained grimace on Carter's face. She pushes Carter onto the bed and then digs her fingers into the muscles in her legs, massaging until the cramp goes away. Carter sighs, her mistress takes such good care of her. She lays there, content, until she hears her mistress clear her throat. Her eyes immediately snap open.
"Undress me," it's a command, and Carter immediately swallows and obeys, standing up and quickly moving behind her mistress, tugging on the zipper of her dress, quickly and efficiently taking it off and then hanging it up. She then immediately knelt in front of her mistress again. Her eyes are down, she can only see dainty feet and ankles, smooth calves, but the sight alone makes her burn with want. She just wants to touch Rosie, lick her all over, but she's Rosie's sex slave so she couldn't do anything without permission. She can't help but squirm as she sees Rosie's bra drop onto the floor, followed by her pushing her panties down her legs. She whines and begins to lift her head, forgetting her mistress' rules, when Rosie's foot lashes out and catches her, non-too-gently in the stomach. She immediately stills, head dropping back to facing the floor. She knows she's going to be punished now, for disobeying her mistress' orders.
"You have three minutes to make me come, using your tongue only, or I am going to punish you" Rosie says to her, and she's barely finished speaking when Carter moves forward, taking a long lick in between her folds before plunging her tongue in. She moans at the taste, swirling her toungue before moving to flick it against Rosie's clit. She moves quickly, knowing that her mistress will be able to hold off her orgasm, she has a lot of self control. She's so consumed in what she's doing she doesn't register her mistress telling her to stop until a hand in her hair roughly pulls her head back and away from Rosie, who then leans down to lick at her glistening lips.
"You failed, so now I am going to punish you. Get up and lean over the bed." Carter whines again, squirming in her hold, but not moving. Rosie growls, yanking her up be her hair and throwing her onto the bed. Carter yelped in pain, sure that some of her hair had left her head. Before she could recover, Rosie had pinned her down, knee on her lower back, and yanked down the baggy sweatpants she was wearing. Rosie's hand came down mercilessly, pain blossoming on tender skin as Rosie spanked her again and again. Carter squirmed and struggled, but it was futile, she couldn't get away. The spanking went on forever until sobs burst free as Carter clung to the bedspread. The fire in her ass and upper thighs was excrutiating but so good, she'd never been more turned on in her life, getting wetter the longer the beating continued.
Then without warning Rosie manhandled her so that she was bent over the back of the couch in the room. She heard the sound of rustling followed by something pressing against her entrance. She knew what was coming, but the hard push of Rosie's strap-on filling her suddenly forced a cry from her lips. With her arms on either side of Carter, she fucked her hard and slow, branding from the inside. Tears spilled down Carter's cheeks as she sobbed, spreading her legs wider, desperate for Rosie to keep fucking her.
Pausing only to rip off Carter's shirt, Rosie bit and sucked at the bared flesh of Carters back, moving up her spine to her neck as she marked her for everyone to see who she belonged to. Her fingers ruthlessly twisted Carter's nipples, scraping her nails along her breasts until it felt like her chest was as on fire as her ass.
"Take it. Take it slave, take my cock," Rosie grunted as she drilled Carter faster. "Who do you belong to? Who?!"
"You! You, mistress, I belong to you!" Carter wailed as she felt her orgasm building.
"Do not come slave, do not come until I tell you to or you will regret it. How does it feel? Good huh? I bet you are loving it, you slut," Carter moaned at the words, but tried to obey and keep control of herself. She shouted wordlessly as she felt her mistress' hand rub her clit. Tears of need and desperation rolled down her cheeks as she rocked back and forth aganst the hand on her clit, the cock buried deep inside her. She felt her mistress come at last, hips stuttering as she ground deep into Carter, pressing her into the back of the sofa.
Carter moaned beggingly, rubbing against the hand still on her clit, desperately seeking release.
"Oh no slave, you do not get to come yet," Rosie murmured, low and wicked. "Not after your disobedience. I am going to give you a proper beating for it now, and you are going to thank me for it by eating me out and cleaning me off. Maybe then I will let you come. But if you come before then without me specifically saying you can, expect punishment."
Carter instantly nodded.
"Good, now stand up and bend over properly." On this command Carter immediately shifted, her muscles feeling like jelly. She heard her mistress shuffle around, followed by the sound of a belt whistling through the air to crack against Carter's already sore ass, making her cry out. She sighed deeply in a strange kind of relief as the next stroke came, and the next, and the next. The blows were unevenly dealt, keeping her on edge, the leather cracking fire all over her ass and thighs for a timeless period. Her head was so fuzzy that it took a while for her to realise that the beating had stopped, before something icy cold dribbled onto her ass and thighs and she groaned in relief so intense it boarded on pain.
Rosie rubbed the lotion into her skin before ordering in a guttural voice "On your knees and clean me off, slave."
Moving as quickly as possible, which wasn't very fast at all, her body barely responding to her, she fell more than crawled to the floor. She immediately engulfed the strap-on in her mouth, taking as much in as she could, licking and sucking it clean. She felt her mistress grab the back of her head, fucking into her mouth, the thickness of the strap-on violating her throat in that perfect way she loved, making her shiver in pleasure, body aching and ready to burst. She felt her mistress pull away, removing the strap on, and she immediately surged forward, licking, sucking and biting the hot, sticky flesh in front of her. She ached with the need to come, but she managed to hold off as Rosie came.
She knelt there, licking up the aftershocks, flushed and desperate and needy, waiting as her mistress recovered. She wordlessly follows as her mistress tugs her towards the bed before pushing her down onto her back and spreading her legs. She groaned, long and loud, when three fingers were unceremoniously shoved into her, moving quickly, pushing, pulling rubbing at just the right spped. She screamed when she felt a mouth against her clit, sucking and biting and pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The mouth moved away, and she whimpered at the loss, before she heard the words she was desperate to hear.
"Come slave, come now!" It was followed with the fingers curling up and pressing against her G-spot and Carter screamed as she came, her vision whiting out as she was lost in the crushing wave of pleasure, that seemed to go on forever.
When she finally came back to herself, she felt her mistress stroking her hair. "Are you alright?" The question was more amused than concerned.
"Yes mistress," Carter sighed back body still humming with pleasure.
"Good, now, get down the bed" Rosie commanded, helping Carter to shift so that she was laid at the bottom of the bed, hugging her mistress' feet to her chest.
"Good night mistress, I love you" she murmured, kissing the feet on her chest.
"I love you too slave," her mistress chuckled as she wiggled her big toe against Carter's nose.
With a big smile on her face, Carter finally fell asleep.
Carter's legs ached. She'd been kneeling in this position for a while now, and she knew that as soon as she got up to move she'd cramp up something fierce. She shifted subtly, trying not to draw any attention to herself as she worked her muscles. The sudden presence of a hand in her hair made her tense up, hoping to ward off any punishment her mistress might give her for disobeying her orders.
'Kneel right there and do not move.'
But the hand merely stroked through her hair before being removed. Just a warning then. However she was careful to not move so much as an inch for the rest of her mistress' meeting. As soon as it was over, and the officials had filed out of the room, her mistress turned to her.
"Disobeying orders are we?" Queen Rosalinda Maria Montoya Fiore's voice is quiet, almost playful, but then the hand is back in her hair, tightening painfully and pulling her head back to meet her gaze. She looks amused.
"N-No mistress," Carter gasped quickly, shivering at the burn in her scalp, the slight pain bringing with it tingles of pleasure, she's so used to the two being associated. Rosie smirked, as if she'd guessed what she was thinking. She attatches a leash to Carter's collar and tugs impatiently, wanting Carter to stand. She quickly scrambled to her feet, and barely managed to stay upright as cramp kicked in and she had to stop herself from screaming, restraining herself to a whimper. She quickly hobbled along behind her mistress to her bedroom, eyes on the floor, just as Rosie had trained her to do.
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them Rosie turned, gaze softening as she caught the pained grimace on Carter's face. She pushes Carter onto the bed and then digs her fingers into the muscles in her legs, massaging until the cramp goes away. Carter sighs, her mistress takes such good care of her. She lays there, content, until she hears her mistress clear her throat. Her eyes immediately snap open.
"Undress me," it's a command, and Carter immediately swallows and obeys, standing up and quickly moving behind her mistress, tugging on the zipper of her dress, quickly and efficiently taking it off and then hanging it up. She then immediately knelt in front of her mistress again. Her eyes are down, she can only see dainty feet and ankles, smooth calves, but the sight alone makes her burn with want. She just wants to touch Rosie, lick her all over, but she's Rosie's sex slave so she couldn't do anything without permission. She can't help but squirm as she sees Rosie's bra drop onto the floor, followed by her pushing her panties down her legs. She whines and begins to lift her head, forgetting her mistress' rules, when Rosie's foot lashes out and catches her, non-too-gently in the stomach. She immediately stills, head dropping back to facing the floor. She knows she's going to be punished now, for disobeying her mistress' orders.
"You have three minutes to make me come, using your tongue only, or I am going to punish you" Rosie says to her, and she's barely finished speaking when Carter moves forward, taking a long lick in between her folds before plunging her tongue in. She moans at the taste, swirling her toungue before moving to flick it against Rosie's clit. She moves quickly, knowing that her mistress will be able to hold off her orgasm, she has a lot of self control. She's so consumed in what she's doing she doesn't register her mistress telling her to stop until a hand in her hair roughly pulls her head back and away from Rosie, who then leans down to lick at her glistening lips.
"You failed, so now I am going to punish you. Get up and lean over the bed." Carter whines again, squirming in her hold, but not moving. Rosie growls, yanking her up be her hair and throwing her onto the bed. Carter yelped in pain, sure that some of her hair had left her head. Before she could recover, Rosie had pinned her down, knee on her lower back, and yanked down the baggy sweatpants she was wearing. Rosie's hand came down mercilessly, pain blossoming on tender skin as Rosie spanked her again and again. Carter squirmed and struggled, but it was futile, she couldn't get away. The spanking went on forever until sobs burst free as Carter clung to the bedspread. The fire in her ass and upper thighs was excrutiating but so good, she'd never been more turned on in her life, getting wetter the longer the beating continued.
Then without warning Rosie manhandled her so that she was bent over the back of the couch in the room. She heard the sound of rustling followed by something pressing against her entrance. She knew what was coming, but the hard push of Rosie's strap-on filling her suddenly forced a cry from her lips. With her arms on either side of Carter, she fucked her hard and slow, branding from the inside. Tears spilled down Carter's cheeks as she sobbed, spreading her legs wider, desperate for Rosie to keep fucking her.
Pausing only to rip off Carter's shirt, Rosie bit and sucked at the bared flesh of Carters back, moving up her spine to her neck as she marked her for everyone to see who she belonged to. Her fingers ruthlessly twisted Carter's nipples, scraping her nails along her breasts until it felt like her chest was as on fire as her ass.
"Take it. Take it slave, take my cock," Rosie grunted as she drilled Carter faster. "Who do you belong to? Who?!"
"You! You, mistress, I belong to you!" Carter wailed as she felt her orgasm building.
"Do not come slave, do not come until I tell you to or you will regret it. How does it feel? Good huh? I bet you are loving it, you slut," Carter moaned at the words, but tried to obey and keep control of herself. She shouted wordlessly as she felt her mistress' hand rub her clit. Tears of need and desperation rolled down her cheeks as she rocked back and forth aganst the hand on her clit, the cock buried deep inside her. She felt her mistress come at last, hips stuttering as she ground deep into Carter, pressing her into the back of the sofa.
Carter moaned beggingly, rubbing against the hand still on her clit, desperately seeking release.
"Oh no slave, you do not get to come yet," Rosie murmured, low and wicked. "Not after your disobedience. I am going to give you a proper beating for it now, and you are going to thank me for it by eating me out and cleaning me off. Maybe then I will let you come. But if you come before then without me specifically saying you can, expect punishment."
Carter instantly nodded.
"Good, now stand up and bend over properly." On this command Carter immediately shifted, her muscles feeling like jelly. She heard her mistress shuffle around, followed by the sound of a belt whistling through the air to crack against Carter's already sore ass, making her cry out. She sighed deeply in a strange kind of relief as the next stroke came, and the next, and the next. The blows were unevenly dealt, keeping her on edge, the leather cracking fire all over her ass and thighs for a timeless period. Her head was so fuzzy that it took a while for her to realise that the beating had stopped, before something icy cold dribbled onto her ass and thighs and she groaned in relief so intense it boarded on pain.
Rosie rubbed the lotion into her skin before ordering in a guttural voice "On your knees and clean me off, slave."
Moving as quickly as possible, which wasn't very fast at all, her body barely responding to her, she fell more than crawled to the floor. She immediately engulfed the strap-on in her mouth, taking as much in as she could, licking and sucking it clean. She felt her mistress grab the back of her head, fucking into her mouth, the thickness of the strap-on violating her throat in that perfect way she loved, making her shiver in pleasure, body aching and ready to burst. She felt her mistress pull away, removing the strap on, and she immediately surged forward, licking, sucking and biting the hot, sticky flesh in front of her. She ached with the need to come, but she managed to hold off as Rosie came.
She knelt there, licking up the aftershocks, flushed and desperate and needy, waiting as her mistress recovered. She wordlessly follows as her mistress tugs her towards the bed before pushing her down onto her back and spreading her legs. She groaned, long and loud, when three fingers were unceremoniously shoved into her, moving quickly, pushing, pulling rubbing at just the right spped. She screamed when she felt a mouth against her clit, sucking and biting and pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The mouth moved away, and she whimpered at the loss, before she heard the words she was desperate to hear.
"Come slave, come now!" It was followed with the fingers curling up and pressing against her G-spot and Carter screamed as she came, her vision whiting out as she was lost in the crushing wave of pleasure, that seemed to go on forever.
When she finally came back to herself, she felt her mistress stroking her hair. "Are you alright?" The question was more amused than concerned.
"Yes mistress," Carter sighed back body still humming with pleasure.
"Good, now, get down the bed" Rosie commanded, helping Carter to shift so that she was laid at the bottom of the bed, hugging her mistress' feet to her chest.
"Good night mistress, I love you" she murmured, kissing the feet on her chest.
"I love you too slave," her mistress chuckled as she wiggled her big toe against Carter's nose.
With a big smile on her face, Carter finally fell asleep.