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Be a Good Girl

By darqangel

She hummed to the beat of their heels clicking along the wood. She liked this time of year. Warm enough to be out without a jacket or sweater but cold enough to need at least some jeans. Tonight she wore a short jean mini skirt and a soft cotton blouse which clung to her ample breasts. Everytime the wind blew in off the gulf, it teased her nipples, making them hard points. She giggled knowing it was more than the wind blowing her nipples. The wind also teased her bare clit when it was strong enough to blow under her skirt. She had to maintain a little control. The moisture gathering between her legs would soon slide down her thighs. He wouldn't like that.

She yanked a little on the thin chain keeping her tied to him. Passersby wouldn't notice it. They would just assume two lovebirds couldn't stand to be apart. In actuality, a small silver chain was hooked to a slave set on her right hand. The chain ended at the belt loop on the left side of his jeans. She yanked again and giggled. Her giggle halted when he turned to her. Looking up into stern eyes, her smile faded to a grimace.

"Excuse me Master," she whispered softly, lowering her eyes to the wooden planks beneath her feet.

The masked irritation in his face caused a slight chill to race down her spine. Now she knew his reason for coming to the beach and insisting she wear no underwear. She was in trouble. Her mind raced trying to think of what she had done.

He had emailed her an assignment before going to work that morning. He wanted her to strap her vibe inside and wear it for three hours. She was to also make sure the small stud on the harness rested on her clit. During those three hours, she would alternate, fifteen minutes vibrating, ten minutes off. The only thing is, she was only allowed to cum once at the hour and a half mark. When she read the email, she groaned as she felt a tingle down below. She had errands to do this morning so the assignment would have to wait. She had left the apartment around nine and didn't return until almost two. She barely had enough time to complete the assignment. She checked her voicemail. Four messages in the last two hours. He must have forgotten her errands? She hurriedly strapped on the vibrator and went to make dinner. He would be there at seven. He called at six.

"Slut. We're going out tonight. I want you to wear that little skirt we just bought and a tight fitting blouse. I need to enjoy myself while we eat. Oh and no underwear."

She knew the drill. He would be there promptly at seven and she should be waiting at the bottom of the stairs. She was and jumped in the car as soon as he pulled up. She greeted him warmly. He smiled. He leaned over, hooked the chain to her and put the car in gear. They drove the short distance to the beach in silence. She still had no clue he was upset until he nearly growled at her for yanking the chain.

He grabbed her and pulled her toward one of the benches under a light. He pushed her down onto the bench before sitting beside her. He sat for a couple minutes watching people. She stole sidelong glances under her lowered eyelids. He turned and looked at her while playing with her hair.

"So tell me girl, did you deliberately disobey me?" He yanked on her hair.

She winced. He was really angry. Before she could answer, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head toward his mouth. She pasted on a smile so no one would see the grimace from the slight pain and fear.

"I gave you an assignment. I know you read it because I got the read receipt. Yet when I call, you do not answer your phone. Four times and you do not answer your phone. So I think to myself. I say self, is my bitch sick or crazy. I say self, no my bitch obeys me." He pulled harder and growled through clenched teeth, "I say self, my bitch would have to be incapacitated to not have done what I told her and to ignore my calls."

He let her go and turned toward her on the bench. "Explain yourself before I really get angry."

She held in a whimper, knowing it would only push him further. Softly, "Master I love you. I would never deliberately disobey you. I had errands to do this morning. I told you about them. I did my assignment when I returned but the errands took longer than I had planned. But I did complete the assignment Master. Your pussy is still throbbing with need."

Her voice trembled with fear. She had no idea what he planned but she knew it was something she would hate. She cringed inwardly. No underwear. Tight blouse. She looked at her nipples, still pointy. She realized this was only the beginning.

"Who are you to decide when you shall do something? I did not forget your errands."

Shocked she looked his way. A cynical smirk crossed his face.

"Yes my dear horny slut. Now that you realize your mistake, you can accept your punishment. On my lap."

She climbed onto his lap and spread her legs over his thighs. He always made her sit this way so he would have access to her. The skirt rode high on her thighs baring the curve of her ass and a glimpse of her shaved pussy.

"Wider whore."

She hestitated. He slapped her on her bare thigh. She whimpered softly and spread her legs more. Her pussy now open for anyone who cared to look their way. She knew she must be red because the wind she had enjoyed now cooled her heated skin. She silently thanked God there were few people out walking the boardwalk. He began to rub her sides. His thumbs repeatedly brushed her breasts. She began to squirm. She stopped as she noticed a man a few steps away take a seat, staring at her.

He laughed. "Oh so you see your admirer. I bet he's enjoying that sweet pussy of yours. Look he's licking his lips wondering what you taste like."

He leaned around her. "Sir? Could you come over here a minute."

She felt as if she would die. He never offered her to anyone. As the man approached, she knew that rule would be altered tonight. The man came to stand inches from them. His eyes were still glued to the flesh bared under her skirt.

"Sir I saw you looking at my slut. Doesn't the pink of her pussy look lovely against the darkness of her skin? Very tasty I have to say. Would you care for a taste?"

The man blinked. He looked at her Master then back at her pussy. He looked back at her Master.

"I don't know what sick game you are up to but let's see how far you go. I'd love to taste."

Master chuckled. "Ok slut give him a taste. Dip your fingers into my pussy and offer them to him."

Nervously she stuck her fingers inside her. Pulling them out, she extended her hand to the stranger. Her eyes glimpsed him growing hard.

"No girl. I said give him a taste."

Closing her eyes in total embarassment, she brought her fingers back to her pussy. Knowing now what Master wanted, she masturbated, her already aroused pussy not taking much to begin to drip. A soft moan escaped her lips and she felt her Master shift.

"Stop whore. Let him taste."

Slowly she pulled her fingers from her dripping pussy and extended her hand to the stranger again. The scent of her wafted in the air while her essence glistened on her skin. The man moved forward and licked her hand.

"Damn she tastes good. Do I get to fuck her?" He grabbed his crotch and grinned lasciviously.

Master growled and turned away as if to dismiss him. "No imbecile. You have served your purpose. I think she has learned her lesson. Thank you for your help."

The man stood there laughing. "Yeah well my dick is hard and I need to fuck something. Since you've gone this far, you should let me finish what you started."

Master looked at the man. Gently he lifted her from his lap and sat her on the bench. He unhooked the chain and stood. He grabbed the man's arm and pulled him a little bit away from her. She barely acknowledged the raised voices and the sound of skin hitting flesh. Shortly Master returned and attached the chain again.

"Let's go whore."

She stood on shakey legs and followed him back to the car. He opened the door and helped her inside. She sat shivering on the brink of an orgasm. The vibration from the car starting caused her to moan deep. She pressed her thighs together. They reached her apartment and he carried her inside. Once inside the door, he let her slide to the floor while holding her against him. He led her into her bedroom and undressed her.

"On the bed."

She stretched out naked on the bed. She lay on her back knowing he wanted to look at her while he undressed. He crawled onto the bed and pressed her legs open. Picking up her legs and pushing them back, he entered her throbbing pussy. He stroked her slowly building his momentum. She was only half aware of his grunts of pleasure. She was way beyond coherent thought. Her mind could only register a few words. He seemed not to hear her pleas. Just before she dissolved into oblivion, she heard him grunt.

"Cum whore."

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