Her untimed arrival displayed the red colored desperation in the form of a tight dress with heels and black hose. Skin that shined like a full moon June and hair that burned like cherry wood ambers. Jillian hardly carried herself as a slave. More like some unchecked feminist riding a corporate skyscraper between her legs. Of course that buck stopped in my chamber. The visit became obvious when her green eyes pierced my bulge that made her lips quiver.          

       Discussions arose of her hard day at work. She knew this made me annoyed. I'm not a hair dresser. My silent ignorance drove her to talk as much as how badly she wanted release. In this form of release I chose my basic cold bedded metal platform with leather strap restraints and oil. The poor unfortunate soul tortured by her high paying job needed to experience her primal urges to be controlled by her Master. As I locked the chamber door she immediately shut her mouth. A good slave always knows what to do and when. I slowly walked up to her.

       The sound of my boots treaded a loud echo. A precursor to the sounds arriving. She stood motionless for me to inspect her.

Master: "Undress slowly."

Slave: "Yes, master."

Jillian began with unzipping the back of her dress. Followed by her black lace bra exposing breasts that can feed a village of Vikings. Slid her thong over wide hips and thick thighs that glimmered in the candlelight. Gracefully stepped out of her heels like a ballerina. Not doing so would be painful. Clumsimess isn't tolerated. Finally bending over for me to fully inspect the rest of her while rolling down hose from upper thigh to toe.

Master: "Now lay flat on your stomach. Arms to your sides. Chin up. Legs shoulder width apart."

Time wasn't wasted as if it mattered. The restraints were administered with tight force making the leather belts smack across her flawless skin. I took perveted appreciation watching her skin jiggle as she squirmed from these actions. Oil was poured very slowly all over her backside. I worked it into her skin. Her milky white skin shined like the scum that she is. It was also poured into her hair for my own personal amusement. She looked like a wet dog.

Slave: "Master."

I ignored her while I admired the sight.

Slave: "Master?"

Master: "This better be important."

Slave: "Can I request a mirror, Master?"

This piqued my curiosity.

Master: "What do you want with a mirror?"

Slave: "I want to see myself as you are working, Master."

I contemplated. She is a beautiful woman. The oil slowly dripped down her face from her crown. A full length mirror was retrieved. It was sat arms length from her face. She grinned.

       I began with open handed slaps that rained down on her tight jiggling ass. She worked out vigourously. Her ass was harder than I remembered. I looked at her through the mirror.

Master: "Why are you here?"

Slave: "Sir?"

I walked up beside her face. Ran my fingers gently through her hair. Immediately gripped hard and jerked her head back and held her there so I could lean in and whisper.

Master: "I am referred to as Master."

She squinted in disappointed at her mistake.

Master: "Why are you here?"

Slave: "For you, Master."

Master: "Liar."

       I released her head and retrieved a cloth to tied off the lower half of the mirror, blocking her reflection from herself. I retrieved an anal plug and oil. I mounted her prone body revealing myself to her in the mirror.

Master: "Now that you're here for ME, we can begin."

The anal plug was briefly oiled. I began to shove it inside of her arduously, but on her opening terms. Painful screams filled the chamber. My cock was throbbing against her flexing ass. The plug bottomed out finally.

       She layed whimpering loudly. I rubbed the tip of my cock gently on her clit to calm her down. Oil was pouring down her pussy and laid in a puddle witb her red hair. No more time was wasted. My cock was forced into her pussy. She whelped uncontrollably. The combination of her workout regimen and anal plug forced her vaginal walls to grip my cock extremely tight. It was over before it started.

       I pulled out and walked to the front displaying myself to her face. I shoved my sack into her shaking mouth. My cock draped across her face. I began thrusting while she coated my scrotum with her salivated tongue. I pulled away to shoot a much desired load onto her face. I looked down upon her and smirked. The cloth was removed from the mirror. The anal plug remained.

Master: "So you're truly here for me?"

Slave: "Yes, Master!"

She replied with a splattered grin.

Master: "Good."

I left her there while I retired to my thrown for a brief nap. Jillian was there for me. At least until I said otherwise.