We were in the kitchen this morning and I was cooking up some bacon and pancakes. Master called me over to the table where he was having his tea. I came within arm's length, but there was a dog lying at his feet so it was hard to get right up there. He told me to come closer, so I ooched my way in. He pulled open my robe and touched my cunt.
He told me I was his little cunt, his little slave-cunt. I smiled and said "Yes, Master." He pulled open my robe (all I was wearing) and petted me.
Then he told me to go check the bacon. As I started to move he took a firm grip on my pussy hair. I stopped moving. He repeated his command, "Go on, check the bacon." I started to pull back, tentatively so as not to hurt myself. More sharply now, he commanded "Go!" I pulled hard against him, hurting myself as he didn't let go of my hair at all. "Now Come!" he said, and I orgasmed, right there. When it stopped he smiled at me and let me go.
He's got me coming and going.
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