This girl loves to be spanked. The palm of a hand on her bare backside makes her pussy ache and her breasts tingle. She loves to bend down far, far, to hold her ankles and take a good hard slap to her plump behind.
She loves to kneel before Him, with her eyes lowered and her head up.
She loved to feel His pride in her body glimmering over her skin. This girl loves His love of her full breasts hanging low, of her shoulders back so steady. Behind this girl's eyelids lay memories of pleasure in so many forms.
When this girl imagines being spanked by the Man in the mask, a thrill runs through her middle and she begins to touch herself. Running her fingers up and down her arms the girl smiles and asks for more in her mind.
She thinks of the sweet sting of skin slapping skin, and of the force of a heavy, masculine hand making her rock slightly with each blow. Her pussy grows warm and moist and this girl wishes to touch it, retreating into her room to take off all her clothes.
Her body humiliates her, Makes her uncomfortable, and so she has no mirrors, and does not look down as she cups her breasts in her hands, kneading and pulling the soft skin.
She pinches her nipple hard, and sucks in a breath at the sweet pain, her pussy throbbing with excitement at the attention she is giving herself. Excitement fills her and the girl begins to caress her belly with her other hand as she tugs gently on her nipple with the first, keeping it hard, making it tingle.
Her breathing quickens and the girl arches her back, wishing for more than just her own hand to work with. She regrets that she has no toys, and tries not to think about the fact that she has no Master. She only wants to feel the sweetness of release that pain can bring.
She switches hands, beginning to tease her other nipple as she slowly caresses her raised thigh. Lying back on her pillows she lifts her hips up and spreads her legs wide, her feet high in the air above her to better reach her wetness.
Dipping her fingers in lightly she strokes the swollen lips of her pussy, thinking of her spanking, thinking of ropes twisting soft and yet rough around her limbs, holding her in this ready position. With a soft moan she pinches her other nipple, making it hard, squeezing her breast tight.
She doesn't want to control herself, she wants to be made to obey, and so she ignores herself in frustration as she slides her fingers into her slit, stroking up and down, fingers coated with thick honey as she rubs her clit.
If only He could touch her. If only He could watch her. If only he could command her she would obey. She would not be left in this dank corner alone, but high on a pedestal at His feet, ready and willing to serve his every need.
At the thought she moans, her body moving of its own accord, her fingers invading her pink hole, pumping herself she clutches her breast tight, squeezing and pinching her own nipple. Her legs spread impossibly wider as she fucks herself, her fingers reaching deep into her cunt, taking cream with them, letting it run down her ass onto the sheets.
All that was left was the flesh, all that she wanted was the flesh, all that she needed now was a taste, a tiny taste...her tongue explored her lips as she fucked herself, she moaned in pleasure and frustration as she searched in vain for His gift.
Pumping harder, pumping faster, all her fingers deep inside her, she wailed in lust, in need, in rage. Curling her body, she lets go of her breast only to grab her ass, to bend as far as she can into herself and finger her tight asshole, thinking of Him, wanting Him, needing Him.
With her fist inside her body she tries to remember the feel of Him and tears pour down her face as she is alone. With a scream she bites down into her own lip, blood flowing fast and acrid in her mouth and her pussy explodes with cum, helpless against her need.
Crying alone she takes her hands away from her body, curls up on the bed and falls asleep. She will never be warm again.