Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the soft chime of her phone. She had just received a text message from her Dom.
“Good morning, Sweetie. I hope you slept well. You will need your energy this weekend. ”
She texted promptly back, “Oh? Do I need to pack anything special?”
That was a key phrase she always used. By packing, that meant her. He required that she wear any variety of toys. His preference was for her ass to be plugged daily, but would occasionally have her switch to a vaginal toy. Some days when he was in a mood, they only hole not filled would be her mouth.
“Wear the bigger blue plug and the Ben wa balls with the bells.”
She frowned. He thought the bells were funny, she found it humiliating that every movement of her hips, including walking, she would produce a bell sound. He told her once that it was her equivalent of a cat collar. He could follow the noise and know exactly where she was in his quiet house.
“And be a good Pet. Arrive at my house by 4:30 pm. You know I don’t like when you’re tardy.”
“Yes, Sir!” She hit the send button and only then did she realize she had half an hour to get to his house and it was a 20-minute Drive.
She quickly scrambled around her house and got her bag packed with lingerie. She packed some tight jeans and low-cut shirts for when they left the house. Last but not least she inserted her toys.
The Clock Was ticking and she hurried to her car hoping that she didn’t forget anything otherwise she knew he would punish her for that, too.
On the drive over she kept having to remind herself not to speed. With her toys in place and a deadline to meet her frustration only mounted when she met a wall of traffic. Why was it that nobody can drive on a clear, sunny day?
Of course by the time she arrived to his house, late, her heart was racing out of frustration and anticipation.
The door was unlocked and she set down her things. There wasn’t much, an overnight bag and her purse.
He was sitting on the couch. There was a glass and one hand and his phone in the other.
He looked down at his phone and tsked, “you’re late.”
“I know, I sorry, I tri–” he cut her off.
“Get on your knees. Take off your shirt, and open your mouth.” He ordered.
“But I-”
“Now!”
Her shirt ended up on the floor and her perky, full breasts were exposed. Kneeling in front of him he wasted no time pulling out his cock from his slacks and shoving it roughly into her mouth. He secured her with a tight grip in her hair.
“Now, tell me. Why were you late?”
She tried to talk around his cock. Every effort only resulted in him shoving it to the back of her throat. She gagged and slurped.
” keep telling me your excuses.” He ordered.
The more she tried the more pathetic she sounded with her mouth filled.
“When you tell me excuses this is all I hear. All I hear is a slut with her mouth full trying not to gag.”
He pulled her head back enough so that she could get a good breath in before lowering her back down.
” it’s so hard to make excuses with mouthful of cock. And this is going to happen each time you give me an excuse. And I’m going to assume that the only excuse you have is that you’re a dumb slut who can’t tell time. Maybe that’s why you suck cock so much. You can’t tell whether it was a day ago or an hour ago.”
He took a sip of it drink and set it back down on the side of the couch.
“But don’t worry I will help you. I’ll help you learn the concept of time. In fact, you’re going to be my little alarm clock. I’m going to set the alarm on your phone and every time it goes off you are going to suck me, immediately. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
” I couldn’t hear you.”
She tried to say yes sir but it just came out as a sloppy, wet sound as he pushed her head further onto his cock came down her throat.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/aom6zw/mf_running_late