Mari and Princess 8

Panic stricken, we gathered our gifts and ran out the door. All the
way down the walk area mari kept saying, "I told you it was gonna
make Master angry didn't I?"

"Shut up Mari, it's done and we cant change that now! If we don't
hurry we aren't gonna make it to the entrance on time!" We had just
erson. He has one of the warmest natures about him I have ever
seen. But then of course, he also can be calm, and still make it
perfectly clear that enough is enough. His exact words were,
understanding . . . but firm, caring . . . but firm, and he was all of
those.

Due to my mouth and attitude, I had suffered many punishments and
humiliations in the process of becoming the submissive Master had
desired but most of which I had brought on myself. This early fall
morning, I snuggled beneath the warm covers and cuddled to my
pillow, a brisk wind rang the chimes outside the bedroom window,
singing me a lullaby. The rustle of leaves could be heard mixing with
the chimes sweet soft sounds.

Now I know that a slave is at the Masters beckon call anytime day or
night, still I was resting so peaceful when Master reached over and
gently pinched my nipple that it shocked me. Unaware of what I was
doing I smacked his hand aside. This in itself was reason enough to
have gained me a firm spanking. Yet, Master only pinched again a
little harder this time. I opened my eyes to find two dark deep brown
eyes staring back and a grin on his face.

"Good morning my sweet!"

"Oh no Master, it’s not time to get up already is it?" I moaned and
stretched kicking back the covers and letting my nude body feel the
coolness of the morning. Grabbing my covers, I slung them back over
me.

"Ahhhhhhh, its cold!" I said as I snuggled closer to Master and buried
my head in his chest as he wrapped two big arms around me. There I
lay till I fell back to sleep. The next sound was that of a chair being
slid across the floor and the smell of fresh brewed coffee, bacon and
eggs. This perked me right up!

"How sweet of you Masters, breakfast in bed. "This is a nice
surprise!" I said as I scooted up in bed and my Master sat at my side
and began feeding me bit by bit.

"I thought you deserved it Princess, you have come a long way since
we started and this is to say in way that I am proud of you however
there are a few issues we still have to deal with and will do so today,"
stated Master as he again feed me a bite of bacon.

A joy swelled up inside me. A smile covered my face and a gleam
filled my dark brown eyes. There was nothing as sweet as the words,
"proud of you," at least not in my book.

"Thank you Master, I do so love to hear those words."

"Eat up little one, I am taking the day off and have a lot of things I
want to do to and with you my sweet Princess. We are going out to
meet with some friends from out of town that are coming in for a short
visit in the city. I want you to be on your best behavior as he will also
being bringing a slave with him."

"I shall Master."

Soon after our shower, Master came in with a pail of warm water, a
razor and shaving cream. It was time for my daily trimming or should I
say skinning. I was as hairless as a new born baby when Master
finished each time. So soft and smooth, leaving only a clear view of
my pouting pussy lips, soft, red and as usual, wet. As the dry towel
ran across my delicate tissue, I giggle and squirmed and Master
smiled back. Then continued to tease me for a few minutes.

"All right Princess, we must get on the ball and get ourselves dressed
if we are to meet with them on time. I think a nice skirt, the one with
the pockets cut out and that black shell with no under ware will do
nicely, also wear your crew socks and tennis shoes."

"Are you sure Master, the tennis shoes and socks make me look like
a child, not that I am much bigger than most third graders except for
my chest," I stated.

"Princess, what have you been told?"

"Sorry Masters, I know, do not question your decisions. I apologize
Master."

"Good girl, now please get dressed."

Master climbed into his freshly ironed black dress pants, a baby blue
button up shirt, black dress shoes and matching belt. With his hair
combed perfectly in place, he was ready for a day of fun. Yes my
Master seems a bit picky, not that I would say that to his face, he
would frown upon it, as he puts it, "Not picky Princess, just neat."

Me in my red pleated mini skirt, black shell and white tennis shoes
and socks looking like a cheerleader of sorts, and Master in his
perfectly matching attire, we hit the road. The coolness of the morning
hit my bare ass checks as I settled down onto the leather seat covers
of Masters car. I squirmed and saw a smile cross Masters face.

"Something wrong Princess?"

"Yes Master its cold!"

"I suppose that is why those legs of mine are clamped together little
one?"

I hadn't realized it but I was already starting the day off on the wrong
foot as I spread my legs apart as I had been taught. Master had this
habit of playing with my pussy while driving and keeping spread for
him was my job, one I was already about to get fired from.

A blush covered my cheeks, "Forgive me Master I was not thinking."

"It is all right this time Princess but let’s not let it happen again. I might
be inclined to make that ass of mine a bit warm right here on the side
of the road."

"Yes Master I will keep that in mind."

As usual we had not gone far when I felt Masters warm hand slid
beneath my skirt and lay on my clean shaven mound. It seemed to fit
perfectly in his huge hand. A gentle squeeze and a sigh emerged from
my mouth.

"Master, if you keep that up I will have a wet spot on the back of my
skirt, that would be a bit embarrassing Sir."

"Very true my pet, however you can always explain how it got there
and start up a striking conversation in a heart beat," said Master with
a grin. He always had a quick come back to my less than adequate
defense. Removing his hand from my pussy he held it up in front of
me.

"Princess would you be so kind as to clean my fingers of your pussy
juice?"

Reaching into the dash I retrieved a tissue and wiped his fingers clean.
A look of question crossed his face. I smiled and tucked the tissue
inside the trash bag in the floorboard.

"You know you really must get past this notion of " it taste bad"
sooner or later you will be told to clean it with your tongue or to suck
my cock after I have used that pussy. I have been patient but that is
wearing thin Princess."

"Oh Master, I don't mind sucking that thick cock for you, I just don't
like the smell or taste of female juices. Please don't push it!" I said a
bit of a growl in my voice.

"And if I command it done Princess, then what?"

"You will not Master because you are kind and would not do that."

"Princess that is not what I asked, speak NOW!"

"Master, I . . . I don't know, I really would rather not. I might take
the punishment instead."

" You think so do you now little one, we will see?"

I did not like the way that "we will see" came out. There was a bit of
determination in Masters tone. Master did not like to be challenged
and this was exactly what this was in a way. Not that I meant it to
seem that way but as you know I do have a stubborn streak. I began
to wonder if this trip had a purpose outside of just sharing a coffee
with an old friend. I sat silently as Master began to squeeze and pinch
my tits. The wetness between my legs growing with each passing
moment. I could feel my juices easing downward to the c

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