When Mary Beth opened the front door she was delighted to see his eyes bulge open and his jaw drop at the sight of her.
He was only young, no doubt still a teenager and he had all the impulses of one too. His pants visibly tentpoled and cheeks flushed red as he gazed up and down her toned, skimpily clad body. Mary Beth gave a sultry smile as she took the box and felt the dampness from his cold sweaty palms.
Right there and then she decided he deserved a treat for his unspoken affection. With her free hand she dug into her sports bra and pulled her melons out. She giggled as she hopped on the spot to make them jiggle. He shot backwards in surprise and hurried back to his rundown car in embarrassment. She was still laughing as she put them back and closed the door with her leg, appreciative of his respect and obvious inexperience.
“Master, pizza’s here”, she shouted up to him from the stairs as she made for the kitchen.
She placed the box on the kitchen counter. Mary Beth knew she should have walked away but the smell was divine. Her fingers dug into the hinge and she opened it out, gasping at the sight before her. The pizza looked perfect. The cheese had melted just right and they had been generous with the toppings. She couldn’t help but take a slice, marvelling at the way the sticky cheese created the familiar strings as it clung on to her piece.
Suddenly there was a sharp slap on her hand which caused her to drop the pizza back into the box. It was immediately followed by a firm swat on her bottom. She hopped into the air and squeaked in surprise.
“Bad girl!” Her Master barked, placing an open palm on her stomach and pushing her away.
Mary Beth watched sulkily as he produced a pizza cutter and ensured all the slices were properly cut. She rubbed her sore bum and shuffled forwards, placing her chin on his shoulder.
“Why can’t I have any pizza?” She moaned. “I think I deserve a tiny piece”.
“I will not jeopardise your forced diet and exercise regime and risk ruining all the excellent progress you’ve made. I expect that fit body of yours to remain curvy and sexy. You know where your meal is”.
With a heavy sigh she shuffled past him to the fridge. He always left it on the middle shelf. When she opened it up her bottom lip bulged even further.
“Again! But I don’t want stupid boring salad”.
“Well there’s nothing else. You either have that or starve. Besides I’ve provided a dressing for you. That’s your treat”.
Mary Beth almost considered closing the fridge and walking away to make a scene. However her tummy decided to give a very loud rumble to remind her how hungry she was. With a snarl she snatched the bowl and grabbed the small plastic dressing container. She turned the latter, observing it closely.
“How is this a treat? You make me eat your cum with my meals all the time”.
He didn’t answer so she stomped into the living room and threw herself on the couch. A. Few moments later he followed her in.
“Off there and onto the floor” he commanded. “I don’t want you spilling it all over the sofa like you did last week”.
She turned away from the TV and stared at him incredulously. His cold hard face showed that he was being serious. For a second she thought about disobeying him but then had a quick, sharp flashback on what had happened the last time she had defied him. Mary Beth’s body involuntarily twitched at the recollection.
“That was one time. You know I’m clumsy”, she replied, sliding off the comfy seat so that her arse slammed onto the carpet. “Why are you being so mean to me?”
“Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind”, he said, sitting in her place and beginning to eat. “A bimbo like you wouldn’t understand”.
Mary Beth felt his hand patting the top of her head like a dog. With a huff she shuffled away from his reach.
Normally she liked his seed but now she longed for pizza. She watched gloomily as a sticky web-like trail drooled out of the container and slopped onto the salad leaves. Mary Beth mixed it in and stabbed at the lettuce with her fork. Her eyes almost welled with tears as she chewed. Her meal was salty yet mostly bland.
She looked behind her. Master was holding out a slice of pepperoni.
“Beg for it if you want it”.
The corners of her mouth twitched. Mary Beth could never resist a silly game. She crawled back towards him and knelt by his feet subserviently.
“Sweet, sweet Master please…”
“No”, he interrupted, booping her nose gently. “No talking, body only”.
A challenge. Mary Beth decided to pull no punches. In seconds she was pushing out her chest and wiggling her behind. She looked up at him with wide innocent eyes and pulled out her tongue to lick her lips, slowly and sultry. She put her hands in front of her and balled them into fists like paws. He said no words but that didn’t mean she couldn’t emit some adorable whines. A minute later and he was giving one of his gruff laughs.
“You’re such a dumb mutt”, he concluded, dropping the pepperoni into her mouth.
She squealed in joy and chewed on it gratefully. Once she had swallowed it she nudged the pizza box to the side and rested her cheek on his lap.
“Oh Master you’re so strict but I know it’s because you want the best for me”.
“Yeah well you used to be a haughty, grumpy little bitch before I intervened and started training you remember? Being on a disciplined routine has done you some good. I finally broke you in the end didn’t I?
“No”, she lied with a smile.
“Mmm, you can still be difficult when you want to be. A right handful just like those big ballistics of yours. You soon comply after my punishments though. Still I don’t want to think about that now. If you keep this up you’re going to be having a salty desert too, right from the source”.
Out of the corner of her eye Mary Beth saw his jeans begin to tighten.
“Your dick is twitching just like the pizza boy’s did. He ran away when I wiggled my tits at him. Aww, he was so cute. How come you don’t look away at my naked body Master?”
He reached out a hand to give her left boob a hard domineering squeeze.
“Because I own you, and I’m a man, not a naive boy. Now eat up”.
Mary Beth grabbed the salad and continued eating. It seemed a lot tastier now even though nothing had been added to it. The change in her mood had seemingly given her a change in the tastebuds. She smiled as she swirled his seed in her mouth. There was nowhere else she’d rather be and in perfect company. Master and slavegirl alone together.
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