Free Undercover Submissive by Michelle Hughes

with that training exercise yet.
    Her face flushed at the reprimand, but her hand quickly replaced her mouth.  She pumped him with slow even strokes, amazed as his shaft grew even long and thicker. Pressing her thighs together again, she was amazed at how touching him seemed to only make her body ache to find release.
    His hand covered hers as he quickened the pace, they had many things to accomplish today and his cock was near to bursting already.  He helped her get him off quickly, and bit back his own groan of fulfillment.  "Now clean me girl," he stated in a no nonsense voice. 
    She released him and reached up for the soap but his soft chuckle stopped her.  She understood what he meant then and flushed again.  Her tongue lightly flicked out and lapped at his essence, before allowing her tongue to lave across the small stream that remained on the head of his shaft.  Her tongue ran over the thick length of him and her eyes closed at how exciting she found this small task.
    "Stop," he was very close to getting hard again and this was not where he planned on taking her education today.  As she released him, he grabbed the cloth and turned on the faucet wetting it.  He wiped her face first before cleaning his cock and his ass.  "You're learning very well," he smiled and stepped out of the tub, retrieving a towel.
    As he handed it to her she was smiling at his praise and dried him carefully. She was somewhat shocked as he took the towel and dried her with a strange tenderness.  As the towel patted her sex, she held back a groan at the ache even the smallest touch gave her. She wanted to arch against his hand there but somehow knew he would not be pleased so she refrained.
    She was doing so well for someone untrained, he thought as he walked back out to the bedroom.  He knew she was still aroused and planned on keeping her that way for now.  The lesson wasn't one of cruelty though, she was about to walk down in front of his servants and he wanted her mind on him, more than on her own nudity.  He placed her cuffs and collar back on and instructed her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  Walking into the bathroom, leaving her in that position, he cleansed the plug before walking back out.
    He dressed quickly in a pair of shorts and polo shirt, and even slid on a pair of sandals before walking back over to her.  Rubbing the plug against her wet sex, he was pleased at the moisture there.  Parting her ass cheeks he slid the plug back in place, pleased that her body didn't resist as much as it had last night.  "We will eat now," he walked toward the door and held it open for her.
    He meant for her to walk downstairs in broad daylight, she surmised and felt her heart skip a bit.  The servants, she wondered if they were still here and felt her face heat.  Lowering her head and forgetting her posture she walked out the door he held.  It was one thing to be alone with him in this state of undress, but those people were just servants, she thought in humiliation.
    The sting of his hand on her bare bottom startled her out of her thoughts and she bit her lip miserably.  She had disappointed him, she thought to herself and quickly changed her stance.  Her sex still ached and the strange plug she wore made her feel like a walking sex sign, even so she didn't like the idea that he wasn't happy with her.
    Thankfully as they made it into the elegant dining room there were no servants to greet them.  She thought with a relieved sigh that maybe he had asked them to give them privacy.  He held out a chair for her at the table to the right of the head chair and she sat down.  The strange plug pushed deeper inside of her at the motion and she jumped slightly.
    "You will grow accustomed to it," his voice was understanding, knowing that this would take some getting adjusted to for her.  He rang the small bell on the table knowing that this next lesson would probably be harder for her.  As the male servant walked in he could see