Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.
Her mind drifting to thoughts of her Dom as her hands lovingly sketched in the clitoris ... Thoughts of how only a few hours ago, she had been in his bed, entirely at his mercy. Being so entirely under his spell that she could deny him nothing ... A groan nearly escaped her lips as she remembered his tongue flicking, slowly licking and oh so very gently sucking her clitoris to orgasm. Her cunt stretched tight with his fist deep inside her, his other hand roughly pulling her mound.
Oblivious to her growing audience, she continues with her drawing. The inner labia, pussy flaps ... Wide open, like butterfly wings, the opening to the vagina, the cunt and urethral tract, like a beautiful flower in early bloom. She could still feel him. In her. On her. The stripes on her arse would be a reminder for a few days to come yet. Her Master's cane, having lovingly taught her a lesson on the importance of not having to voice her every thought. She had no control where He was concerned. She was His. His girl. His baby. His slut. His cock sucking whore. Just ... His!
He had worked her hard. Pushed her pain levels, indifferent to her tears her cries of pain. Binding and beating her tits, leaving handprints and purple welts from his crop. She had tried so hard to be brave, chin in the air, jaw tightly clenched. Her eyes, flashing with defiance at every stroke, every slap. Biting her lower lip, trying not to cry out. He'd stroked her hair, grabbed a handful and viciously yanked her head back, then kissed her hard on the lips.
"Tell me how much you love me" his open hand landed a stinging slap to her right cheek. She gasped at the blow, quickly uttering "I love you lots and lots. Like Jelly Tots". He smiled despite himself and growled in her ear "You're a cheeky little slut". Her eyes shone with mischief, she gave a throaty chuckle and replied with laughter in her voice "Your cheeky little slut Daddy". His lips, ever so softly brushing hers, little butterfly kisses, getting more passionate as she wantonly leans into him. "Yes" he murmurs "My babyslut, to do with exactly as I wish". He'd then grabbed the mound of her cunt hard, digging his fingers in and pulling upwards until she was on her tip toes, a groan of pain rumbles deep in her throat "ANYTHING" her growls at her "Isn't that right babygirl? Anything I want" she nods vigorously as she whispers "Yes Daddy ... Anything". He puts his hands on her shoulders and pushes her to her knees. His beautiful cock proudly waiting for her. She licks his shaft, nuzzling and sucking at his balls, before running her tongue firmly back up to the tip. Her left hand holding his skin taught from the base, her right hand cupping his balls, she slowly sucks him into her mouth. Breathing the scent of him deep into her lungs, she closes her eyes as she savours his taste. Taking him deep into her throat, her tongue flicking up and down his member. Her head bobbing up and down, she smiles to herself as she hears him utter "There's a good babygirl" and feels him start to thrust, then jerk the first of his seed deep into her throat. Pulling back into her mouth so that she can taste him properly, she greedily suckles his cock, drinking from him "Good girl" his hand strokes her head gently "Get every last drop". He watches her fondly as she cleans his cock with her tongue and mouth, her soft mewlings of pleasure turning to gasps of pain as she's yanked up roughly. She scrambles to her feet and smiles at him "Thank you Daddy". His eyes study her face as he holds it gently in both hands, they lock on to hers, she squirms under his scrutiny. He kisses her deeply, passionately, his fingers again wrapping themselves in the hair at the nape of her neck "I've not finished with you yet bitch" he smiles at her ... Her hands still dipping in and out of the chalk box as she uses different colours to shade and highlight her drawing. She can still feel his cock in her mouth, still taste the essence of him.
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