Crafting Submission

"Thank you, Maestra, for spanking your little sunshine," she whispers after each slap, and each whispered "thank you" makes my pussy throb with arousal.

"Pledge your eternal submission to me, my obedient little slut," I demand, my voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, she remains silent, her hand stilling on her drenched pussy. Gradually, she lowers herself onto the carpet, raising her ass even higher into the air. Her glistening, half-open pussy poised at the tip of my cock.

Advancing forward on my knees, I commence the slow, tantalizing fuck, the tip barely breaching her. However, with each thrust, I delve deeper and deeper, until I plunge the dildo entirely to its base, the hard plastic balls against her. The inner end grinds against my clit with each thrust, causing my pussy to leak even more.

"Cum on my cock, my little slut," I exhale, keeping my gaze fixated on the spot where my phallus disappears inside her. Her moans and cries of my name resonate with my thrusts. "I'm yours, Maestra," she moans, her body quaking with each of my movements. "My body and soul are yours. My mouth, pussy, and ass - all yours. My will - all yours. All my thoughts are of you. I'm yours, Maestra! All yours."

I feel my arousal cresting at her pledge, my own moans and cries filling the room. "I want to cum, Maestra!" she implores, continuing to skewer her pussy on my dildo. "Please, let me cum, Maestra!" her voice desperate and fractured. But I persist in my relentless fuck, denying her climax until I achieve my own.

With a shaky exhalation, my body convulses with my orgasm. Every cell in my body is consumed with ecstasy, all thanks to her, my submissive sunshine. "I want to cum, Maestra!" she persists in her plea, and I know exactly how to bring her there.

"Twist and squeeze your nipples, my little slut," I pant out, my grip on her hips unyielding. And at that moment, it's as though a supernova detonates within her.

Her scream reverberates throughout the room as her body convulses, climaxing on my "cock". The force of her orgasm is so intense that she collapses onto the floor, the chain from her nipple clamps biting into her chest. As she lays there, quaking and panting heavily, she still manages to whisper her gratitude to me.

"Thank you, Maestra..." she sighs, her voice fading into the sweet oblivion of her post-orgasmic bliss.

[Author's Note:]

My dear Sunshine,

It's your little silly girl writing this. I want you, my beloved Mistress, to know that I miss you, profoundly. Every day, each moment is a silent reminder of the radiance that once illuminated my world. I'm sorry, so truly sorry for everything. The warmth you brought into my life is irreplaceable, and my heart yearns for it with every beat. You remain an indelible mark etched deep within my soul.

Forever entwined with yours,

Your little silly girl.