Gender: Male Age: 20 Location: N/A
|Introduction: I guess I was just bored; I always come on this site to read smut- but I'm an aspiring writer- so maybe I can give it a few licks ;) ? Please forgive me for any mistakes, or if you just don't like the story.|
She sat up from her disturbed rest, rubbing her eyes with laziness and dissapointment. Goosebumps rode up her arms, the ghostly wind slithering through her thin clothes. “Mistress Sonya?”
“Didn't Mommy tell you not to wake her up before twelve o clock?” Her voice was raspy, and slurred from the dried spit that had dried around the corners of her mouth. She looked up at the maid, her eyes slowly travelled up and down the sexy maid's costume.
“Uh-uh yes, but-” With a alert moan, she was pulled towards her master. “ This better be a good reason Gabriella- or you are going to have to get my belt...” Sonya smacked the maid's ass, Gabriella trying to silence a moan. “T-today's the 27th ma'am.” Sonya's eyes widened as her conscience screamed,”Oh shit!”
She dared to allow her ignorance talk for her rather accept the truth. “So? What's so great about the 27th?” Gabriella gasped. “ Mistress Sonya, it musn't be true- you haven't forgotten Lord Vincent's birthday dinner that was suppose to be today?”
Lord Vincent Connor III owned Sonya, and without a doubt, no matter how much knowledge and respect she had gained from her master, he would not hesitate to put her back in her place if needed. Sonya was Vincent's bitch, and there was nothing that could even dare her to doubt her place as his dominant bitch. Her words were lodged in her throat. “I- uh...o-of course not...” Sonya lied, her heart pounding.
“But master- we haven't prepared a single dish for his arrival-” Sonya jumped up past Gabriella, rushing over to her robe, and down the stairs. Gabriella rushed behind her.
“The manor hasn't been properly cleaned- and his decorations haven't been used ever since his last visit- Oh how he's going to be dissapointed!”
Sonya turned around to Gabriella. “No- no, his is not going to be dissapointed today. Gather the other girls and get to work! Redecorate, cook, clean- hell. Make a miracle happen.” She looked at her watch. “What time was he suppose to be coming?”
“Five madam.” Gabriella mouthed, watching Sonya clinch her hair in frustation.
“Don't forget to get the iron out the best uniforms for tonight.-” She struggled into her shoes.
“Mistress Sonya- where are you going?!”
“ To save my ass!” And with that, the front door had slammed shut. The rest of the day had been dedicated to avoiding a punishment. After a day of errands, she watched her clock as she drove back into the manor's parking lot. She slammed the car door, Gabriella met Sonya halfway, following Sonya into the house.” Master....Lord Vincent and his guests will arrive momentarily. He requests that you wear that rosemary parfum you received last Christmas. “
“Did you get the music sorted out Gabriella? Did you get Salieri? Perhaps some Mozart?”
“I apologize Mistress Sonya- I could only get Beethoven and Bach.” Sonya looked back at Gabriella. “ When this night is over Gabriella....you better be wearing that plug..”
Gabriella blushed in shame. “ Yes ma'am...”
The time had come, and a chant consisting of singing bells echoed throughout the mansion. All the personnel waited at the table, and all of Vincent's friends and he waited at the door. Sonya looked down, horrified at the time she had made everyone wait for her. She thought of her last punishment, and how it had lasted for hours. She rushed down the stairs in nothing but a towel, water dripping down from her curvy, toned shape. She opened the door. “Please excuse my rude manners. Welcome everyone- please, please come inside.”
Her and Vincent exchanged looks. She could see the patient anger within his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked back at his friends with a smile.
“Sonya- it is so nice to see you again. Your attire this time is uh- different.” She forced a laugh among him and his friends. “Yes I was going for the effortless look.”
His friends laughed, his fake smile melting into a frown. He then swooped her up in his arms, spun her around and sat her back down, whispering in her ear.” Go get dressed.”
As she left, Gabriella walked up to the group, guiding them to their seats. Within moments, Vincent looked up to see Sonya, glancing at the lace tights she had paired with the black platform heels. He could obviously see her curves she had tried to hide in her short lace dress. Her red lipstick and smokey brown eyes gave off a seductive glow with evey smile and grin she had displayed. She took her reserved seat. “You look stunning Sonya, between you and me, I liked the first outfit better-” Vincent's colleague, Natalie smilled, taking a sip of the wine, she snuck a flirtatious glance over at Sonya. Sonya looked back at Nathalie, and without thought of Vincent being in the room replied. “ I'd be more than glad to wear it for you one day Nathalie.” She had then realized the mistake she had carelessly made, and tried to hide behind her glass of Shafer. Vincent shot his eyes at him as he bit into a small potato on his fork.
Another colleague, John asked. “So Vincent, you old man. Tell us how you are going to really celebrate your birthday. I mean come on- a simple dinner musn't be what you have truly desired.”
Vincent smiled. “ I was going to go to a basketball game tomorrow. Then after that go horseback riding on the beach. “
April, another colleague spoke“ Oh- so you're going to celebrate your birthday within 31 days then? That must be fun, a whole month to yourself Vincent.” He smiled. “It's even better that I can spend it with my beloved Sonya, right Sonya?”
Sonya looked up, snatched from her daydreams. “Yes- of course.”
“So tell us, how did you meet Sonya once again. A good, trustworthy business partner can be hard to find these days...” The group agreed, the sound of clinking glasses filling the room. Vincent rubbed his hands together , preparing himself to tell the story once again. “ Well, I was in Venice at the time, and my sales were sinking under the floorboards- I was about to lose everything. Then with tears in my eyes, I was packing my bags- ready to become a homeless wanderer when the Lord sent an angel-”
“- Lord Vincent, have you forgotten the city already? 31 years of age and you are already losing your memory...” The crowd had burst into laughs.Vincent kept his smile, his eyes threatening Sonya. She swallowed her regret, the words slipping out,” We weren't in Venice, we were in Rome.”
He laughed among his friends. “Ah yes- how could I forget. Rome.” The y exchanged looks. “ Well- in Rome, I had received a phone call stressing about a certain call I had made a while ago. I talked to one of my sponsors and I was capable to get back on track when she had told me to contact Sonya. She had helped in raising the sales bar so high, we traveled back to Washington and we had decided to start our selling here. I still travel, but I barely use this house so I asked Sonya if she'd like to move into my home, to help me keep it in shape and all-”
“- Well, she is doing a beautiful job. This place doesn't look a day old. And the staff here- hospitality is perfect.” The crowd agreed. Sonya smiled. “Well, I will return within a few minutes, please excuse me.”
She placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder as she walked into the kitchen. She picked up the phone, calling Gabriella. “Hello?”
“Good. Is the buttercream cake finished?” There was an awkward silence on the phone. “Gabriella?”
“I apologize master- I-I-I thought you wanted a vanilla bean cake....” Sonya covered her forehead, hanging up the phone ashamed. Suddenly, she looked back, Vincent entering the kitchen. Sonya backed up into the corner, “ Daddy Vincent- I am so sorry....” Vincent grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and feasting upon her neck. She gagged on her moans, Vincent slithering his hand into her underwear, and working his finger into her pussy, His finger worked rapidly and without ease. Her ankles buckled, Vincent catching her from falling to the floor. He turned her around, resting his dick on her underwear, pinning her wrists down. He whispered in her ear .”Just wait until tonight.” He pushed her away, wiping his hands on his clothes, and walking back into the living room with the cake. She recollected herself, hearing his call. “Who wants cake?”
After dessert, Vincent had prepared a new pair of orders for Sonya. Her hands trembled as she brushed her hair, watching her reflection with disappointment. She knew she was going to get punished tonight, and for her behavior tonight this punishment was going to be brutal. Vincent had dismissed his friends with full bellies and dismissed all of the maids with a payday and a vacation. She straightened her black, silk bralet and boyshort styled underwear, holding her thigh-high black colored sock-covered- knees. She had removed all of her makeup, and had once again taken a bath to remove the fragrance of rosemary. She patiently and obediently waited, her hand trembling more and more. Her heart pounded, and she jumped as Vincent called with a cold, stern voice, “Sonya.”
She dropped the brush, and looked from out the dressing room. She saw Vincent sitting on her bed, his shirt off and besides him. She walked into the room, staring at the honey, whipped cream and chocolate besides him. “Master?”
“It's time Sonya.” Her voice had gotten lighter. “ Of course Daddy...” She walked up to him, gasping as he pulled her into his lap. “ I am highly disappointed in you Sonya...” his finger traced the lining of her panties.
“I am truly sorry Master – I was trying to make this dinner go well-”
“-Do you think me a fool? You think I didn't notice your little last minute arrangement? Or the incorrectly polished silverware. There was no way you could've put time into anything tonight, I taught you better.”
“- Yes you did Daddy -I was just being silly today- I didn't truly realize how important this day was- I was so busy with the profits I-” His hand came across her ass, red coloring her skin.
“-That's no excuse! And not only were things done correctly-” Vincent forced the panties off of her started to spank her harder. “- The food was overdone, you constantly ignored good manners, and your appearance today- you came down in nothing but a fucking towel !” He snapped, Sonya jumping with every hit. “And what's worst- you made me look like a fool!” Another slap came across her skin. He swooped her up over his shoulder. “I know what's going to se you straight.” He mumbled, they made their way towards the basement, Sonya grasping the doorway. “Master- no, please! Not the Reinmann! Not the Reinmann!”
“Sonya, release the door at once!” Vincent tugged, her hands buckling as she struggled to hold their place. “Sonya Milena Johnson, you better let go of that door right now or I can promise you, you won't walk for a whole week.”
She released it in fear, screaming. “ No Daddy! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” The two walked to the sex machine, Sonya being tied down to the chair. Vincent slid the dildo in Sonya's pussy, grabbing the remote control from the side. He flipped the machine, and at once, the machine rocked the back and forth as the phallus slid in and out of Sonya. She started to moan uncontrollably, her legs buckling. Vincent paced back and forth behind her. “And you think I didn't notice you flirting with Nathalie. She was right about the towel though...And you did do one thing right- well two.” He spoke over her moans.” You wore that rosemary perfume like I asked, and that dress of yours tonight- I had forgotten how beautiful your body was Sonya.” He maximized the power a little higher than before, Sonya's moans becoming louder. He walked over to her, and played with her hair. “Repeat after me...” Vincent cleared his throat. “ I will behave accordingly.”
When he heard nothing but moans, he turned the knob a little higher. Sonya's moans almost screams of pleasure. “I-I-I w-w-w-ill...behave, a-a-accordingly.” She managed to scream in between gasps of air.
“Again.” He demanded, Sonya repeating her words. This action continued, until the machine had ran out of power, and started to slow down. Her voice by this time was hoarse and her cheeks were incandescently blushing. She had dropped her head in exhaustion.
“I will behave accordingly.” Sonya said, breathing heavily. Vincent had worked the bralet off her, her nipples hard and exposed by the cold air around her. Vincent untied her, picking her up once more. “ I believe you now” They had made their way back upstairs, going to the guest room. “ You still keep the guest room in order.” Vincent noticed. He worked her socks off her her, laying on the bed. Before Vincent could walk away, Sonya grabbed him. “No....master. Please- please-” Her hands had sloppily grabbed his belt. Vincent looked down at his bed with loving sympathy. “Only if you can getme in the mood.”
He smiled at her weakly, proud of her effort to please her master. She had gently and slowly forced him on his back. She climbed on her knees onto the bed, and climbed on top of him, kissing his neck as she massaged his body. Her kisses worked down from his neck, down to his stomach and right above his belt as she worked his zipper down and kissed the head of his ten inches. He sighed in satisfaction, laying completely back, looking up at the ceiling. “Please forgive me master” She said in between kisses. Shen then licked his dick in a spiral, and fit whatever she could into her mouth.
He started to moan, her hand massaging whatever she couldn't fit in her mouth. She then shoved a few more inches into her mouth, deepthroating his dick. “Sweet Jesus....”
She took it from out her mouth and started to slap it against her mouth as she looked up at her master. She had fit the now hard dick into her mouth, working her way down to his testicles and massaging them with her tongue. She worked back up to his neck, working his dick inside her. He started to moan. “Oh, mygo- Sonya...”
“Master...” She moaned back as she started to ride him. She moved her hips with every thrust- their moans now in unison. The speed had increased, and their moans had gotten louder. “I-I-I-I'm going to cum!” Sonya exclaimed in between breaths. Vincent shook his head, grabbing Sonya as he got to his feet. He grabbed her hips, holding her as he thrusted her. They came in unison, falling back onto the bed, becoming slaves to their pleasure. They had crawled under the covers, Vincent placing himself in between her legs, giving her his all. Again and again throughout the night, they had came together, letting their imaginations lead them into whatever new adventure there was to explore. They had taken a shower together, and then- once when there was no power left to conquer their lack of sleep, she had fallen asleep in his arms.
She sat up from her disturbed rest, her eyes full of laziness and satisfaction. Goosebumps rode up her arms, the ghostly wind slithering through her silk pajamas. “Mistress Sonya?”
“Gabriella. I'm going to warn you one more time- do not wake me before twelve o' clock-”
“-Mistress Sonya, it's six o clock in the afternoon.” Sonya mumbled grumpily. “What is it that you want Gabriella?”
“Lord Vincent Connor left a letter for you to read. He said to forgive him for his absence.” She took the letter from Gabriella, watching her ass as she left the room. She read the letter, a weak smile on her face:
“Dear Mistress Sonya. Please forgive me for leaving. I truly enjoyed the dinner last night- however, another last minute call has left me to leave for Spain, I won't be back for another two weeks. Please do not forget to mark that day as Christmas-”
She laughed at his remark and continued to read. “Well now, I must be on my way. But I would just like you to know that I am exceptionally proud of yo for keeping the house in the order it is in. I'll bring you some perfume from Spain that I want you to wear when I return. And don't forget to wear that lovely dress- Yours truly, Vincent Connor III.”
She smiled, placing the letter besides her on her dresser, then lazily returned back to her sleep.
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