Love Letter From a Listener 2

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It's already 5.30, and you were supposed to check in with Sir at 2. With all the deadlines and reports due in the day get away from you. Sir told you this morning to focus on your work and not get distracted.

He told you that good girls don't miss deadlines and to make sure you get all your work done so he can reward you when you get home. He sent you a picture of his perfect cock as a reminder of what's waiting for you. But he also told you to check in at 2.

Check in by sending him a slutted picture from the bathroom at work and letting him know if you'd be working late. It's now an hour past the time you normally get off, and you forgot to send the picture or let Sir know what time you'd be out. You finished all your reports and met all your deadlines, but you know Sir is going to be very disappointed in you for forgetting to follow instructions.

On the drive home, you think to yourself, maybe he won't be that mad. You did really go above and beyond today. Plus, you're really proud of yourself for how you handled all these looming deadlines.

You just need to explain how it wasn't on purpose, how you'd never ignore him on purpose. He's going to understand where you're coming from and be just as proud of you for handling your responsibilities as you are. You laugh nervously to yourself because you know what you're saying is a lie.

You are trying to calm the waves of anxiety you feel from disobeying his explicit orders by lying to yourself and pretending everything is going to be okay. But you know what happens next. You broke a rule, and now Sir is going to punish you.

What punishment awaits you when you get home only he knows. You are even more nervous because you've tried to call him and text him several times when you got out of work and on your way home, but he hasn't responded. The worst possible punishment would be him not being there waiting for you, you think to yourself.

Or him completely ignoring you all night. No calls, no texts, no contact. Fuck.

He wouldn't. You weren't that bad, were you? It was just one missed check-in.

He's not going to deprive you of contact. He's going to punish you and train you to behave and be more obedient, right? Even that last thought seemed like it could be a lie.

He's just so unpredictable. You have no idea how he'll react or what dirty, depraved things he'll do to you, and you love every minute of the uncertainty. He is always completely in control, and you are always at his mercy, hungry for any taste he's willing to give you.

You can feel your pussy getting wetter the closer you get to your house, throbbing, needy with desire, your entire body is thrumming in anticipation of what is to come. Right before you're about to turn into your driveway, your phone lights up. It's a message from Sir.

You scramble for your phone to read it. I'm not mad, Princess, but I am disappointed. You know better than to disobey me.

Before you walk in this house, show me you know how to follow orders and take your bra off and put it in your work bag. Sometimes good girls need a reminder of what happens when they act bad. Fuck.

Well, at least he's not mad, you think to yourself, but disappointed stinks worse than if he was just flat out mad at you. You quickly unbutton your collared shirt and take your bra off just like Sir instructed. You put yourself back together, tucking your shirt into your slacks and fastening your belt.

You're just going to walk in there and be completely honest and everything's going to be alright. The last little lie you tell yourself before opening the door to your apartment. The lights are dim, but you see him sitting on the couch, legs comfortably resting open and a ball gag in his hand.

Good evening, my bad girl. Before you start with any excuses, he raises his hand to silence you. I don't want to hear them.

Come here and present yourself to your master. You put your work bag down and hand your keys by the door. You didn't think he would feel so guilty for being disobedient, but as soon as you're in his presence, you can't lie to yourself anymore.

You feel a weight bearing down on you and shame filling you for your transgression. You know the only thing that would alleviate these feelings is the punishment he's going to give you. You need to atone for your behavior and only he can wash away your mistake.

Don't even think about walking over here. Bad girls stay on their hands and knees on the floor like trash where they belong. Take your pants off and put your belt around your neck.

Disobedient little sluts need to be kept on leash. Unbutton your shirt and let your perfect tits spill out and crawl to your master like the needy little whore you are. You immediately obey, wanting to show him that you are ready and willing to follow directions, that you are so eager to be his obedient little slave.

You keep your shoulders low and your ass high and crawl with a feline swing to your hips, your perfect plump ass on full display for him. Your master knows exactly what you're doing when he says, Look at you, being a pathetic little whore, trying to show off, trying to objectify yourself for my pleasure. Don't worry baby, you know I'm going to use you like a disposable little fuck doll, whether you show off or not.

Feeling embarrassed and knowing there's nothing you can do to change your fate, you finally make your way to his feet and you hand him the end of the belt that's forming a leash around your neck. He grabs the leash, kisses you on the forehead, and then wrapping the leash around his hand several times, roughly thrusts your face down so your mouth is on his feet. Grovel at my feet, you little whore, and beg for my forgiveness, plead for my mercy.

You begin to kiss his feet, begging him to forgive you. I know I was a bad girl, sir. I'm so, so sorry.

Please forgive me, sir, please. I need you. I want to do everything I can to please you.

I promise I won't do it again. Sir laughs and taunts you by saying, you didn't seem to need me earlier, did you? In fact, you didn't even remember to check in with me.

Why should I forgive you now, whore? How do I know you really mean it? I'll do anything to show you how sorry I am, sir, please.

I promise you I'll never make this mistake again. He's still holding you in place at his feet, the leash getting tighter and tighter around your neck. Your perfect ass is in the air on full display.

He slaps you hard. You can feel the burn on your ass cheek. He begins to repeatedly slap your ass hard and fast as you kiss his feet and he tightens the grip around your neck.

His assault continues and you can feel both ass cheeks burning, getting red and swelling from the rough slaps. Without warning, he yanks your face up by the leash so he's staring at you. You start to close your eyes because the pressure on your neck is starting to bubble over.

Look at me and open your dirty little mouth. He growls. You snap your eyes open and let your tongue stick out of your mouth.

He spits in your mouth and puts his hand over your lips and tells you to swallow it. He throws you back down to the floor and says, on your hands and knees, slut. He places the ball gag in your mouth and securely fastens it behind your head and then he begins walking you around your apartment like an obedient dog on a leash.

Sir gives you various commands to test your obedience. When you hesitate or react too slow, he gives you a quick jerk on the leash. Sit.

You rush to present yourself in front of him. Knees bent, legs tucked underneath, mouth open. He pats you on the head and ruffles your hair.

Down, he says. You quickly shift to place your face at his feet and your ass in the air. This transition wasn't quick enough for his liking, so he roughly jerks on the leash, pulling your head sideways.

It hurts, but it also sends a wave of pleasure rushing through your body. He slaps your ass and says, down again. You move as fast as possible, throwing your face at his feet and your ass as high in the air as you can.

Better, he simply says, before slapping your ass hard. Stay or. ..

You freeze, with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the cold floor. Still holding the leash, sir comes around so he's standing behind you. He places his foot on your back between your shoulder blades, pinning your upper body down on the ground.

Drool is puddling around your face from the ball gag and he tells you to reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks apart. Look at you, a dirty little whore on full display for me. Ready to be used, your ass is in the air, your pussy wide open, your mouth filled and drooling on the leash around your pretty little neck.

I bet you'd rather have my cock in your mouth than that ball gag, wouldn't you baby? You try and say yes, pleading for him to let you suck his cock, but all that comes out are muffled sounds and he laughs at your distress. You hear him start to jack off, fisting his hard cock, but with his foot on your back you can't turn around to see him, all you can do is hear the fapping sounds, being fully open for him, so vulnerable with every hole exposed, and hearing him fuck his fist sends you into a frenzy.

You need to have your holes filled by him, so you begin to buck and hump the air, searching for any form of friction. He laughs at your deprivation and says, you have no self-control, like a bitch in heat. You don't care what he says or how feral you look, you need to feel him against your body, but he won't let you, he keeps you fully on display and teases you, but won't provide you with the friction you so desperately crave.

Your pussy is throbbing, juice is flowing down your legs, drool all over your face and you're still humping the air like a dog in heat. He slaps your needy, swollen pussy and laughs as you try to beg through your ball gag for another slap or any type of contact. He doesn't comply, instead he pulls your leash and makes you sit back up.

He drags you near the edge of the bed where he sits and shoves your drool-covered face into his crotch. He knows how much you love his cock and how desperately you want to feel him in your mouth, but the ball gag won't let you.