Open Mouth, Insert Foot

by Amasterfound

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Rough, Light Bond, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, .

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: A slave pisses her Masters off with her selfishness and thoughtless words. She pays the price for her actions and learns her lesson.

I have been sitting here alone for an hour so far. How much longer will he keep me waiting? The longer I sit here waiting, the angrier I knew he is.

I have been in his service for only 4 years, but long enough to know the rules. The main rules include no touching his pussy, no covering his pussy with panties, and no cumming unless he gives me permission. I am always to address him as Master no matter where we are. I am always to see to his needs any time he has need of me, and never deny him! If I break any of these rules, he will punish me severely.

So why am I sitting here? What rule have I broken? I will tell you why. It starts this afternoon when Michael calls me up wanting to visit. I accept, as he is my Master's best friend. Oops, sorry I have to finish the rest later. I hear his footsteps walking down the hallway. The hall closet door opens and then slams shuts with a loud bang. Damn, he is really pissed!

The door opens, he walks in, and the look on his face makes me quickly look at my feet. I can't stand that hurt and angry look. Not only have I angered him, I have also managed to hurt him. I love him with all of my heart. I can't stand to have him angry with me, much less to cause him pain. He lays several whips on the bed. He then raises my head to where I am looking at him in the eye. He reaches for my neck. My heart stops cold. No, please not that, anything but that, I plead in my mind. Long seconds pass, as I hope he is only going to threaten me. Sadly, my heart falls and fresh tears spring from my eyes as he removes my beloved collar. I plead with my eyes, wanting him to return it to me, to collar me again.

He turns away, walks over to the wall, and hangs it on a hook there. He has not said anything to me since he came home, except that I should go to my room and ready myself for a severe punishment, and that he was very disappointed with me. He closes me in this room again, with only my thoughts to keep me company. What have I done? How stupid could I have been? Oh, how I wish I could pull those careless words back into my mouth! What had I been thinking of when I said them? I really didn't mean any of them. Oh, I was stupid and selfish. That is something a slave should never be: selfish. The main job of a slave is to see to the comfort and pleasure of your Master or Mistress. I look up at my beloved collar hanging on the wall and the tears flow even harder.

The day had started out so wonderful. I woke this morning wrapped in my Master protective arms. The sun peeked through the mini blinds. The only sounds were those of my Master's soft snore and the birds chirping in the tree outside of our room. I lay facing him my head resting on his chest, with him lying on his back. My hands wonder softly over his body. I love that he is so caring, so thoughtful. Even in his sleep, he tries to protect me from harm.

I reach down for his cock and find it hard and inviting. I lightly stroke it, and then caress his massive balls. He is clean-shaven. He prefers it that way because it is more sensitive. I have been so wrapped in playing with his cock and balls that I fail to tell when he wakes up.

"Deep throat me, Imp. You've teased me enough already," Master startles me when he speaks.

"Yes, Master, right away," I respond.

I turn around in the bed, so that my head faces his feet while I gently suck him. I love his cock, so hot, hard, and soft at the same time. He pulls his pussy towards him, gently kissing and sucking me. I moan around his dick, causing his dick to jump from the vibrations. I smile wickedly and moan more.

"Enough, you imp. I'm not ready to cum yet," Master orders.

I quickly resume deep throating him without the vibrations. After some time, he grabs my head, pushes it down on his cock forcing it into my throat, and informs me that he is about to cum; he begins to fuck me ferociously. I return to moaning, as I know that he will come very quickly from that. I am not disappointed when he cums a few minutes later. Having drunk all of his cum, I lie there while he finishes playing with his pussy. I am eager to cum, but I know that I have to wait until he gives me permission.

I am just about start to beg when he finally commands, "Cum for me, my little imp."

It doesn't take long. He fingers his pussy with 4 fingers and sucks his clit. I come very hard. He slaps my ass and then orders me to get up and make his breakfast.

He leaves for the office an hour and 2 orgasms later. I start cleaning the house. That afternoon, I have dinner done and am relaxing when Michael calls. This is when everything goes amiss, when I "open mouth and insert foot". He asks if I am up for company. I reply that, yes, I have all chores done and welcome his company, not that I really have much of a choice in the matter. If he wants to come over, he will do so, whether I wish it or not, I usually welcome his company, but today I am feeling slightly selfish (okay, I am feeling very selfish).

I do a last minute straighten up and am ready to receive him, when I hear his car a few minutes later. I am still naked, as Master has not given me permission to clothe myself. I am always naked around Michael anyway, so I am not worried. He shares Master's preference for nude slaves.

Master has informed me that in his absence I am to treat Michael as if he is my Master. If Michael orders me to do something, I am to do it. Mind you, Michael is the only other person I have to obey. Michael, as I said before, is Master's best friend and he has Master's welfare in mind. They are very close, so I could be trusted with him. I don't mind obeying Michael. He is very handsome and great in the bed. Yes, obeying him includes the use of Master's pussy. The same rules apply when I am with him. I am to not orgasm or touch Master's pussy unless Michael permits me.

When I hear Michael drive up, I know what to do. I quickly go to the hallway that leads to the front door. I kneel five feet from the door and am ready to receive him in the waiting position. After a couple of minutes, Michael walks in and observes that I greet him in the proper fashion.

"Very good, Minx," Michael says, "Come along to the living room."

I follow him into the living room and allow him to sit first, which is his due as my acting Master. Once he sits down in his favorite spot on the couch, he signals for me to sit at his feet. I do so, although I am not too happy with this. I know that if he or Master wishes me to sit at their feet, that is what I am to do and I am bound to do so without complaint (although, today, I really want to gripe).

My major objection is that if he were not here I would still be reclining on the couch and reading one of my favorite authors' books. I have several hours before Master is due home; I have completed my chores fast so that I could be lazy and read this afternoon. I have even fixed dinner earlier, so that all I have to do is reheat it near the time Master would get home. Yes, I am acting a bit selfish a lot recently; that is my major crime. I don't know what has come over me lately, but I am really feeling rather self-centered. I have rushed half-heartedly through my chores a great deal and cut corners with things like Master's supper. Looking back, I realize I have had far too much free time on my hands.

Michael picks up the remote and turns on the TV. He flips a few channels until he comes to the one he wants to see. The images on the screen tell me that I am in trouble. No, it isn't me, or anything that I have done. It is one of his and Master's favorite porn channels: the newest one to our satellite service, featuring BDSM. I know the scenes are going to make me horny. I would want to play with myself. Michael is a little more sadistic in teasing me than Master is. This is both a torment and a turn on to me. Today, however, it is more torture than pleasure, given my recent selfish attitude.

Something in Michael's demeanor tells me that he is in a wicked mood today, and with me feeling egocentric, this is not a good combination. I sit there, watching the Master on the screen tease and torment his slave. The more she moans and he makes her have one orgasm after the other, the hornier I get. The more aroused I become, the more I want to play with myself. Michael runs his fingers through my hair. I enjoy laying my head in his lap.

Being a slave is a comfort to me. I am free to be myself and have no worries. All I have to do is what he tells me and he takes care of everything else. Master doesn't even need me to work.

Michael stands up, removes his pants, and sits back down. I glance at his painfully hard dick. I know what is going to come. He reaches for my head and pulls it towards his throbbing cock.

"Suck me, Minx!" Michael orders me.

I obey and start deep throating him. My pussy is crying out to be touched. Michael very seldom plays with it while he takes pleasure from me. He prefers to make slaves wait until after he finishes before they get their release. He says it is his right to receive satisfaction before them. I agree most of the time. He loves to torment and tease me. Today I feel very self-centered, which is my demise.

I relocate to the couch and spread my legs a bit, hoping to entice him to play with me. After a few minutes of him still not masturbating me, I raise my ass seductively to him. I glance up at his face and get the impression that he is busy watching the TV and enjoying his blowjob, instead of caring about my Master's pussy and its pleasure. I soon discover that this is not true at all.

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