Becoming His Whore
Elle sat nervously as the Uber took her to the strangers house. Her hands played with the fabric of her skirt as she looked out the window.
She was dressed exactly as her Master had instructed. His choices had been rather limited, as Elle had been a good girl in her past life. But he picked a tight black crop top, a black ruffled mini skirt, and her tallest 4 inch black heels. Underneath she wore a lacy black bra and a tight black thong. She could already feel herself getting wet in anticipation.
***
The driver dropped her off outside a small house in the suburbs. As he drove off, Elle immediately became self-conscious. She was standing out here, alone, looking like a whore. Which, it turns out, she was.
Elle took a deep breath, then walked up the driveway to the front door. Again, she stood there for a while before getting the courage to knock on the front door. After a minute it opened.
Inside was a tall man, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He had brown eyes and straight brown hair. “You’re Elle?” he asked, looking her up and down in the dim light.
“Y-yes,” she said. “And you’re Brian?”
“I am. Come on inside.” He opened the door further, letting Elle step into his house. Brian closed the door behind her, turning to smile at her.
“Your dominant said it was $200 for the hour? And you’d be obedient to me the whole time without crossing your limits?”
“Y-yes,” Elle said. Her eyes glanced around looking at the place. It seemed clean and well put together. Though of course her Master would not send her to a stranger’s house without doing his due diligence.
“And what are your limits?”
“No visible marks on my face, arms, or legs. Nothing forced that I do not consent to. No anal. And you must use a condom when you fuck me,” Elle said. It was the list her Master had given to her. Of course, He was not bound by those rules.
Brian smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
Elle felt a nervous flutter in her chest as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He counted out the $200, handing her the money to count herself. Elle did, and slipped it into the small black purse she brought with her.
“Now then,” Brian said, looking at his watch. “You’re mine until 10:34.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brian took a step toward her. “Good girl. Then get on your knees and suck me off.”
***
A little over an hour later, Elle arrived at her Master’s hotel. He traveled to her city every week for work, and got a hotel when he was in town. She rode the elevator to his floor, and counted off the room numbers. Obediently, she knocked, and heard footsteps approach the door.
As the door opened, Elle looked down at the ground respectfully. “I’m back from my assignment, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, grabbing her by her arm and leading her into the room with him.
Elle followed, directed by his firm grip, and sat on the bed when instructed. One of his hands gave her breasts a squeeze before moving up to grab her chin, forcing her gaze up to his eyes. They were a striking blue.
“Did my little whore enjoy herself?”
“Yes, Sir,” Elle said. She felt herself starting to get wet again.
“Did you cum?”
“No Sir, but I made him cum twice.”
“Good girl. There will be much more of this in your future.” His hand moved down her body, sliding under the thin fabric of her skirt. His fingers began to rub her pussy through her thong in slow circles.
“Mmmmmmmh,” Elle moaned. She closed her eyes as her Master continued to play with her body.
“I am very happy with how you acted as my whore. Now I will give you your reward.”
Her Master got onto the bed with Elle, pushing her roughly backward. He climbed on top of her, putting one of his hands firmly around her neck. His other continued to rub her pussy.
“I am going to make you cum for me, since you were such a good girl.”
Elle responded with a moan. It had been over a week since he had last let her orgasm. And he enjoyed teasing her - making her play with herself every morning and every evening without cumming.
He moved his fingers under her thong, sliding two into her wet pussy. His other hand pushed down harder on Elle’s neck, starting to choke her.
Elle closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being physically dominated by Him. She gasped for air when he lessened the pressure, and struggled weakly against his firm grip. She was His.
It took only a minute of this treatment for Elle to feel her orgasm approaching. She moaned silently as she was choked, grinding her hips and her pussy harder against her Master’s hand.
Her Master leaned forward, growling in her ear, “You’re a dirty whore for me.” As he moved his head over her again, he spit on her face, covering her cheek and left eye.
Then, waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Her muscles tensed, and she shook as each wave passed through her.
“Mmmmph,” Elle choked out, unable to contain herself.
She had never came quite so hard. She lay there, panting as her Master removed his hands from her neck and her pussy.
Elle felt the bed shift as her Master got off, and felt the coarse fabric of a towel brushing against her face, removing his spit.
She opened her eyes, staring up at Him, and she smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
He smiled back at her. “When you are a good, obedient whore for me, I will reward you. It is important that you know that.”
“I will always be obedient to you.” Elle sat up, and grabbed her purse. She pulled the $200 out, and handed it to her Master. “Here is your money, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, taking it. “I will use it to buy you some new outfits and lingerie tomorrow. We will need you looking your best.”
“Looking my best, Sir?”
Her Master smiled down at her. “Yes, my little whore. You have another client tomorrow.”
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