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“It’s what you are, you know,” she said.
He nodded. “Yes, Ma’am, I am.”
He paused, then licked his suddenly dry lips. “I…” He had to clear his throat slightly. “I am a dirty little slut.”
Another rapid dart of tongue over lips. “What else, Ma’am?”
Her voice was implacable. “What else are you, slut?”
“Um… I am your dirty little slut, Ma’am.”
He heard her laugh. “Well, yes, I think that’s rather obvious, but I think you’re considerably more than a dirty little slut, too, aren’t you?”
He shifted on the stool upon which he sat, and was reminded again of the plug in his ass. His cock throbbed, too, and another drop of pre-cum slipped out, and his downcast eyes watched. “Yes, Ma’am.”
He hesitated and there was a sharp slap of a crop on his ass, making him jump, reminding him again of the plug, and making his cock throb again. “I am a greedy little bitch.” Before the crop came down again, he amended. “I am YOUR greedy little bitch, Ma’am.”
Her fingers closed around the shaft of his cock, squeezing, another drop of liquid oozing out. “Whose cock is this?”
That, at least, was easy. “Your cock, Ma’am.”
“So you’re a dirty little slut and a greedy little bitch, we know that. What part of you in particular is greedy?”
He felt himself blush. “My ass is greedy, Ma’am.”
“And what makes it greedy?”
“It’s greedy because… Because it likes to be filled, stretched open.” He took a breath, then added, “Ma’am.”
“Do you feel it now, all stretched open, filled and plugged?”
He nodded, mutely, and was rewarded with a sharp swat on his – no, not his, her cock. He gasped.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Ma’am, I feel it.”
“Tell me how it feels.”
He closed his eyes, grateful that he wasn’t allowed to meet her gaze. “It feels… good, Ma’am. Full and stretched open and reminded that you own my ass, too.”
She leaned over and he smelled her perfume, watched as her pointed red nail traced down the length of the shaft of her cock, then ran her finger over the slit, gathering up a few drops of the liquid. She held it in front of his face, letting him see it.
He started to nod, then said, “Yes, Ma’am, I am.”
“Why are you dripping?”
“Because it’s what dirty little sluts and greedy little whores do, Ma’am. They drip.”
“And how do they clean up this kind of perverted drooling?”
“They,,, They lick it up, Ma’am.”
She moved the finger to his mouth. “Lick it clean, slut.”
Obediently, he licked at the finger until it was clean, tasting himself. Tasting her cock.
“What does that taste like,” she asked.
He lowered his head. “It tastes like a dirty little slut, Ma’am.” He paused. “Or a greedy little bitch, Ma’am.”
She nodded, and cupped his cheek stroking it three times. Then she slapped the cheek, just enough to sting.
“Just as I thought,” she said.