Title: Wanna Be Your Slave.

It was a warm summer night and the moon was as full as full could be. I was feeling a little restless being a friday night and seeing how I had no plans, I decided to pamper myself.

I fixed myself a hot bubble bath covered with fresh, silky rose petals, pulled out a nice cold bottle of champagne from the refrigerator, lit some lavender scented candles and turned on mellow Van Morrison music. As I soaked in the soothing tub, feeling all of my worries slowly leaving me, I began to wonder if my Master would call.

I paid special attention to my pussy, shaving it, making it smooth and all the more sensitive. This is just how Master wanted his little, submissive slut.

Starting to feel the effects of the soothing bubbles, melancholy music and the champagne, I began slowly drifting away... Jolted by the loud sound of the phone ringing, I was soon brought back to reality. My heart skipped a beat. Could this be my Master calling? I quickly grabbed my towel and ran to the phone. Master did not like to be kept waiting.

"Hello pet", said the deep voice on the other end. Tongue-tied i replied in the exact manner Master had trained me to answer. "Good evening, Master Sir, what is required by your submissive slut for your pleasure Sir?' Master let out an evil chuckle that sent chills down my still wet back. "Is my slave ready to totally submit to me tonight?" Ummmm Yes, Master Sir. I began to get that weak feeling all over my body that Master enjoyed so much.

I was told that I would be taken to places I had never been before and my limits would be tested to see if I was worthy of my Masters admiration and approval. I was to show complete servitude. Get back in the tub pet and spread those legs nice and wide putting one leg over the edge. Yes Master, as I clumsily splashed back in, taking some comfort in the still warm water that engulfed me. Master took great pleasure in making me nervous and weak. I was then ordered to pinch my nipples for him, hard enough to let out a scream. Harder pet! I can't hear you! By now my nipples were nice and stiff. Now rub your pussy for me and get that clit nice and hard. Yes Sir Master.....mmmmmm, for this I had to thank Master for giving me permission to pleasure myself.

My mouth had started to get dry and I took another swig from the bottle of champagne. Master quickly asked what I was drinking and after replying, Master let out another one of those sadistic little chuckles. Take the bottle and in one gulp finish it's contents slave. I do not want to hear you stop to breathe. Do you understand slave? Yes Master Sir, Tilting my head back I began to pour the cool liquid down my throat, not wanting to disappoint my Master. The champagne became sticky as it trickled down my chin, throat and tits. I was ordered to not wash it off and to imagine it being his cum. Are you done drinking it all slave? Yes Master Sir, just as you have ordered Sir. Now I want to hear you lick and suck that bottle with that whorish mouth of yours pet. Let me hear you gag and choke on it!! Good girl, now you may stop. Thank you Master Sir, was my reply. Do you know where i want that bottle to go now slave? I swallowed hard, knowing the answer.

Fuck that shaved, wet pussy for your Master and let me hear you moan pet. I laid back and did exactly as Master ordered. Slipping the head of the bottle inside my soaking wet, throbbing pussy. "Put it in deeper CUNT", he screamed. OOOoooooohhhhh Master Sir, may your worthless cunt cum for you Sir, I asked. Beg your Master, slut! Beg! he kept shouting at me. I begged for my Masters permission to cum... but before he could answer I lost control with a shudder and came.

"Do you know what happens to bad little sluts that cannot control themselves?" Without waiting for my answer, he barked out, "Turn around and get up on your knees pet". I did as I was told. Now cunt, slap your ass for your Master, nice and hard. I want you to count out with each smack and then thank your Master for it.

Ready?....Ummmmm Yes Master Sir. One....thank you Master Sir....Two...thank you Master Sir.....Three...ooouchhhhh, thank you Master Sir. Tears were beginning to form and my voice shaking. After about 10 hard slaps to each cheek Master told me I could stop. I was exhausted and worn out, both from the spanking and the orgasm. I thanked Master for the lesson in discipline and for letting me serve him. Master wished me a good night and rewarded me by telling me I was a good slave girl. I could hardly wait for my Masters next call.