“Get on cam now, ” four simple words, i’ve enjoyed often from Sir during quarantine. my phone bathed my face in light, piercing underneath my flinching eyelids. i immediately did as Sir asked, reflexively moving my phone to show all of Sir’s property to him. As was often the case now, ~~my~~ His pussy glistened a bit in the light.
“Good morning, slut,” my body jerked a little bit forward, little daggers of pleasure gnawing up and down my body. It wasn’t morning, but it was *my* morning. Sir had been waking me up in the middle of the night for our little play dates.
“Thank you Sir, how did you sleep Sir?” my familiar response, making sure to look Sir in the eyes or just below the eyes (He liked me that way). i could feel warmth spreading across my chest, like a hug during the middle of winter.
“I slept well, been thinking of things to do to you slut. Expose yourself.” Sir’s voice always carried a softness to it but one that left no room for disobedience. He didn’t need to raise his voice or invoke anger – He knew just the fear of His disappointment was all the stick i would ever need.