Rate by The Naughty Meter
Naughty level to be set later
Categories: Force/Rape, Other women, S-M / Domination / submissive, Masturbation
Tags: mY new master lyssa
Fulfillment: I will tell you later
Nature: I will tell you later
"Today's gonna be a fun day, isn't it?" She smiled, "I can see it. You're gonna be a great little slutty slave, aren't you?" I don't know what came over me, but the words, "Yes, Master." escaped my lips. --------------
First period was TORTURE!! All of my thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations. 'Focus on the board. Vibrate. What's he talking about? Vibrate. The theory of - Vibrate. Quantum... Vibrate. Vibrate vibrate vibrate vibrate VIBRATE!!' I bit my lip and tried to bear it. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Lyssa, smirking evilly as I squirmed in my seat. She was fiddling with the remote in her jacket pocket. I laid my head on my desk and shut my eyes. That's when the vibrator suddenly picked up speed. I let out an excited yelp, blushed, and quickly hid my face in the desk. I could feel the stares of my other classmates, as well as the teacher's. An audience? My face got even redder.
Lyssa jabbed my elbow with a neatly folded note and, upon opening, I saw that it read, 'Sit up straight. Chest out. Nipples forward. No slut of mine will have bad posture. And you should be quiet, unless you want ppl to know your getting wett right now.'
I groaned softly, but loud enough for Lyssa to hear. She smirked, flashed the remote at me and started to play with the knob, acting like she was about to turn it up. I flinched every time her fingers grazed against it. I sat up straight, pushed my chest forward, and tried my best to manage a smile.
She smiled back and I could see her mouth, 'Good girl.' By the time I made it to final period, I was nearing my orgasm. Sure, I had been close since she stuck that vibrator in me, but fear of Lyssa's wrath made me force myself to pull back. I was seriously squirming in my seat, and Lyssa was turning the knob up randomly! I was gonna cum! Right there, at my desk!
No, I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of watching me cum.
I raised my hand and excused myself to the restroom. When I entered, I looked around to make sure I was alone and let out an agonized, frustrated moan. I ran into the stall and pushed my pants down, reaching my fingers into my extremely wet pussy. Ugh, too far! It was still too far inside me. I groaned again and tried to reach farther. Still no use. I was so wet!
I spun around and blushed more, facing the intruder.
Lyssa advanced on me, forcing me up against the wall. She shut the door (it occurred to me that I had never shut it). Then she slapped me, hard and quick. I had nowhere to fall, so I just stumbled some and stayed flat against the wall. I was shaking. Was I scared? Of what? Pain? Or... Of my master? I bit my lip as I realized that in my thoughts, I called her my master. She wasn't. No one owned me! And yet...
Lyssa ran her finger under my chin then gripped it, bringing my face back to hers. She stared into my eyes, then, without warning, she kissed me. It was hard and urgent and I tried my best not to kiss back. She parted my lips with hers and forced her tongue into mine. She pressed her chest against mine and, I swear, I felt my clit twitch and pulsate with want. I wanted her?!
My lips began to move against hers and just as I began to get into it, she pulled away. I moaned in protest, but she just smiled at me and knelt down. Her finger slipped into me and I arched my back, wanting her to go deeper.
She smiled more, "You're so wet, Slut. I bet you want me to finger you, don't you?"
She laughed, removed her finger, then pulled my pants up. I groaned again. Then she took me by the hand and started to lead me out of the restroom.
Then the school.
Then into her truck. And before I knew it, we were back at her house. She lived alone, so I would constantly spend the night so she would be safe in case of am emergency. Her house was two floors, plain white with a gray roof. It was usually clean and everything was easy to find.
Lyssa pulled me from the truck and led me inside. When we made it in, she stopped, reached into her hallway closet and produced a black dog collar, along with a matching leach. I was about to ask her what he she was going go do with that, but she spoke first.
I gave her a questioning look but complied. Even my miss-matched bra and panties ended up in the pile of my cloths on the floor. When I was finished and completely red all over, she hooked the collar around my neck, leash attached, and ordered me to get on all fours. I did what I was told. She smiled more and lead me into the living room. I felt humiliated and stupid and foolish and.. And.. I felt incredibly turned on.
Lyssa knelt down and tied the end of the leash to the leg of the sofa. Then she pulled out the silver vibrator remote from her pocket and turned it off. My muscles instantly relaxed and I felt like I could collapse from relief. She smiled at me and then petted my head, "Slut, I'm about to teach you a lesson you will never forget." I was about to question, but yet again, I was cut off. She kissed me, her lips moving fiercely against mine. Then she reached her hands behind me and gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them to her and forcing me up onto my knees. She moved her tongue against mine, then suddenly broke the kiss. She squeezed my ass again. "Mmmm. This is mine." She squeezed harder. "Mine." Then her hands moved up to my breasts. She began to play with my nipples, flicking and squeezing the tip. "Now who do you suppose these belong to?" When I didn't answer, she frowned and squeezed the tips, twisting angrily. "That wasn't a rhetorical question, Slut! Answer me!" Twist. "Who owns you?"
I moaned, "You do!"
"And who am I?"
"My master!" She smiled and twisted them again. "Good girl!" Then she let go and went around behind me. I felt her spread my cheeks and stick her fingers inside me. I moaned loudly as she pulled the tiny vibrator from inside me. She sat it down then stuck her fingers back inside. I moaned more, pushing myself onto her fingers, wanting her to go deeper.
She immediately pulled her fingers out and smacked my ass hard. She got to her feet, walked back around to face me. I was looking down so she grabbed a clump of my hair and made me look up at her. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but I spoke first,
"I'm sorry, Master! I didn't mean to make you angry... I just... I'm sorry..." My voice sounded like a whimper.
Slowly her frown faded and she smiled, "Good. Very Good. You can be rewarded now."
Because of my restraint, I couldn't see where she went but when she came back, she held a small, penis-shaped toy in her hands. It was almost the size of both her palms together. She sat it on the floor in front of me and said, "Play with yourself. But you still can't cum.. Not yet."
I looked up at her, then back to the toy, taking it gratefully. After some shuffling, I was on my back, still tied to the couch. I pushed the toy into me and moaned loudly, arching my back to push it further in.
Lyssa pushed her pants off then climbed on top of me, her very wet pussy against my stomach. She was almost was wet as me. Almost.
I kept pushing the fake cock in and out of me while Lyssa began to move her hips with mine, her clit rubbing against me. She rubbed and pinched at my nipples, rubbing her own against mine as well. I couldn't stand it. I was gonna cum! Our moans echoed throughout the whole house.
Lyssa came first though, her cum soaking my stomach and some sunk into my belly button. She climbed off of me, all the while I'm still pleasuring myself with the toy. She leaned down and kissed my neck, bit my earlobe, then whispered into my ear, "You can cum now, Slut."
I wasted no time. I lifted my hips and picked up speed with the toy. My moans grew louder and louder and, after a few moments, I came. I could feel my hot, sticky cum flowing from my plugged pussy onto the floor.
Lyssa chuckled and clapped her hands together. "Wonderful. Wonderful performance. Now," She leaned down and kissed my lips then my cheek. "Do that again." She kissed my neck, gently biting and nipping.
My eyes widened, but, as I seemed to be good at, I did what I was told.
Lyssa spent the rest of the night watching me pleasure myself while she rubbed her cunt.
When we finished, she untied me, leaving the collar around my neck, and led me to her bedroom. We slept together that night and well into the rest of the day. I needed rest and she could tell. When we were both able to move, Lyssa dressed me, which wasn't much; she only put a cat-eared headband and a tail belt on me.
"Once you become a completely obedient Slut, you can have more cloths. Clear?"
I nodded stupidly, still slightly numb from the previous day's work.
She smiled and continued, explaining her rules and regulations to me. So many. I just nodded along and tried my best to follow.
Lyssa then grabbed a hold of my chin and forced me to look into her eyes. "Don't get me wrong, Kitten, I love you. I want to take care of you like a real pet. But if you act disobedient to me at all, I won't hesitate to punish you. Is that clear?" She let go of my chin.
I nodded and said, "Of course, Master. I promise I will try to be the very best pet you've ever had."
Over the next few weeks, Lyssa spent all her time training me, teaching me the ways of the sex slave. But I've still got alot to learn, as Master keeps telling me.