Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Mistress Demi and Clock Ch. 03

Clock peers into the suitcase of parcels over the rim of their dog bowl, sticky pastry crumbs coating Clock in a mock beard. There are some interesting shapes in there, but the biggest eye catcher is the one resting under all the others. It almost perfectly fits the length and width of the case, though it's only a couple inches tall. The perfect fit makes Clock think Mistress picked the suitcase to fit the package and not the other way around, and that gives it an air of significance that piques Clocks' interest.

Clock stares up at a smirking Mistress, who lets out that amused chuckle she gets whenever she sees Clocks' face coated in various substances. She sits leaning forward, coffee cup in hand and elbows resting on her knee high boots, her legs spaced to send the sweet sight and scent of her snatch to her subservient slave.

"Mistress Demi, may I please move some of the packages around?"

"You may, slave. Shake them. Smell them if you want. Though be very careful. If you tear the paper on any of them, I will consider that damaged property, which obviously comes with consequences."

"Thank you Mistress Demi. I always strive to give your packages the respect they deserve."

Clock bites their bottom lip with their own cheeky smirk as they stare longingly at pussy heaven. Mistress Demis' grin, however, disappears, and Clock quickly realises they fucked up. Mistress Demi snaps her fingers and points to the ground in front of her.

"Here. Now."

Clock ...

... sheepishly crawls to Mistress' feet, their head as close to the ground as possible in respect. Mistress Demi grabs a big handful of Clocks' shoulder length hair with her left and drags them up, and delivers a resounding slap to Clocks' face with her right.

"While I appreciate the sentiment,"

*slap*

"I know you're always hungry,"

*slap*

"For my pussy."

*slap*

"What you just did,"

*slap*

"Was try to take control."

*slap*

"I'm in control."

*slap*

"I choose when we go,"

*slap* *slap*

"I choose when we stop."

Mistress tightens her grip on Clocks' hair and tilts their head up to meet her gaze, staring intensely at Clock while they groan and tremble under her vice grip in silence for what seems like an eternity, before,

*slap*

"I *slap* can *slap* go *slap* as *slap* HARD *big slap* as *slap* I *slap* want! *slap*"

"Or as soft as I want."

*gentle tap*

"You're MY pet,"

*slap*

"MY toy,"

*slap*

"MY bitch,"

*slap*

"MY slave!"

Mistress takes a mouthful of now warm coffee, swishes it around to collect a few leftover bits of pastry in her mouth, and spits it into Clocks' face while giving Clock one final, powerful backhanded slap before throwing them to the ground by the hair.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were going to open one of my packages for me. And don't you dare let that coffee get on any more of my property."

Mistress Demi jams the sole of her thick leather boot into Clocks' ass and pushes them ...