Alice Shops at Charity's Toy Box - Sex Stories

Alice Shops at Charity's Toy Box

... She leaned against her desk with a look of expectation on her face.

"It's far less busy in here, my beautiful blond pet. In here we can focus on your training." Mistress Charity broke the silence.

"I-I just came here to buy..." I said, but stopped mid-sentence when I heard the door open. Rose entered with arms filled with my clothing and personal belongings. She placed my things on the desk beside Charity, then left for the room again.

"You will no longer be needing these things, little slave girl," Charity said to me as she picked up some of my items and tossed them into a trash can by the side of her desk. My clothing was the first to find its way into the trash can.

I opened my mouth, about to protest her actions, but Mistress Charity turned and gazed at me. It sent a cold shiver down my spine. It was the kind of look that said, 'Don't test my patience'.

"The first thing a slave needs to learn is that she has no will," Mistress Charity said. "A slave does precisely as she is told to do and nothing more. If she is told not to move, she does not move, no matter how much time passes. Is that clear, slut?"

"I-I... but... but..." I gasped.

"Is that how you address me, slave?" Mistress Charity scolded.

"No... Mistress Charity," I said, feeling abashed.

Then, with a tug of the leash, I was pulled towards Mistress Charity. She was leaning back, half sitting on her desk. She spread her legs invitingly for me. "Let's see how good you are at pleasing ...

... your mistress, slave girl."

The leash shortened and shortened. I gasped as Charity rubbed my face against her trimmed sex. I still had little to no experience in what to do here. The only other girl I'd given oral to was Rose, and that was only minutes ago.

Charity gathered my hair into a fist and began directing my head as she shifted her legs apart. I started to lick immediately, moaning and gasping, still trying to catch my breath as she ground herself slowly against my face.

"That's it, slut. Lick your Mistress, you filthy blond whore. Obey me or you'll be whipped. I know how to treat sluts like you." Charity growled. It left me whimpering and moaning as I licked her. I wanted to get her off.

It was a strange feeling to be so intimidated by her, to feel that she was so far above me, so superior to me. I wanted to impress her. I needed to make her happy with me.

I found myself focusing on pleasing Charity. I felt her twisting her fingers in my hair, pulling me this way and that, correcting my technique, teaching me how to do better.

I heard the ringtone of my phone. I felt a flutter of panic as I made to look for it, but Charity reaffirmed her grip on my hair and continued to grind my face against her pussy.

I heard Charity answer the phone for me.

"Hello! I'm sorry, but Alice is a little tied up at the moment. Is there anything I can pass on for you?" Charity said, way too cheerfully. My head swirled in panic. Who was calling me? Why was Charity ...