Once the whipping had finished, Master said, "I was going to be lenient and let you have the rest of the day to do what you wanted...but since you did...not obey me, you will be spending the rest of the time I'm at work in your cage." Master attached the leash to my collar and pulled it down, signalling for me to crawl after him. With tears on my cheeks, I crawled after him knowing I deserved whatever he chose for not being a good girl for him and for taking breaks between chores, causing myself. Never got one. –all I got was a good beating. He was sober and he took me to his place. He wants me to obey, he wants me to call him master, and honestly; I want that too. In most of my fantasies and daydreams I long to please and obey. But in real life, as it turns out, I have a really hard time doing just that. He commands me to call him master. I don’t. He commands me to undress. I don’t. I don’t even know why, cause I really want to, guess I just want to see if I can gain some. .." her voice trailed off. I watched her fingers rubbing and teasing, delicately then with firm pressure and back to lightly again. She increased the tempo, butterfly wings flitting. I noted that there was a special rhythm to her masturbation.There would be a smooth, intermittent sliding of her middle fuck finger down her valley into her inner sanctum for a second or two. That maneuver tugged at her clit as it WET her finger with more internal lubricant to masturbate with. She'd shiver from. I began to rock back and forth faster and faster. I loved the feel of his thick veined cock opening me up as I rode him nearing my own orgasm. Soon I was moaning and whimpering yes Chris, uh huh just like that oh god uh huh oh god yes Chris I’m so close uh huh yes, yes oh god yes fuck me. Yes oh god yes Chris fuck my tight little cunt with your big hard cock.The sound of his cock sliding noisily in and out of my dripping wet cunt filled the room as I closed my eyes and moaned out, now, oh god.