1. No Messes Sir


    Date: 12/19/2017, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Domination / Submission, Author: Siena, Source: sexstories.com

    I look up from my position on the floor. I tilt my head like a puppy to focus on the footsteps outside my door. I know those footsteps, the steady and confident stride, to belong to my Sir. I smile and turn to face the door. I don’t put down my paints or brushes solely because I’ll make a mess and Sir doesn’t like messes. The door opens and Sir walks in with his arms open and a smile lighting up his handsome face. I squeal and drop my tools, quickly forgetting about messes and clean up afterwards. I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. Sir easily takes me into his hold and keeps me close against him. I sit back and look at his elegant features. He looks at me with those deep brown eyes, seeing so deeply into me I can’t help but move onto a different part to avoid the intense stare. His lips slide into an easy smirk from his knowledge of what he can do to me by just looking at me. Those lips that have been so silent at work while mine were loud as a freight train passing by…His stubble adds a grown man quality to his tan 23 year old features. I know he isn’t young but surely 23 isn’t a stage of complete growth. His eyelashes are full and his eyes narrow slightly at me. I press my lips together and wonder what that look is for. He takes one of his large hands and wipes my cheeks. When he pulls his hand away, he shows me the bright pink paint that I smeared on my face accidentally. I drop my legs and he lets me stand on my own. I take a step back and lower my ...
    gaze, understanding that he noticed the mess finally. “Young lady, what did I say the last time you were painting?” I shiver at the sound of his baritone voice. “Not to make a mess, Sir.” “And what have you done?” I keep my gaze on the floor as he crosses his arms across his well-defined chest. “I made a mess, Sir. I’ll clean it up, I promise! I just was excited to see you, Sir…” I dare to glance up at him and he smiles down at me. I relax a little and look outright at him. “I was excited to see you too Princess. Now go get the supplies and clean this up.” He slaps my ass as I walk past him into the hallway. I giggle and run into the kitchen to retrieve the cleaning supplies. Sir isn’t mad at me! I’ll clean better than I ever have in appreciation for his forgiveness. When I get back, Sir stops me in the doorway. He rakes his eyes over my body. His gaze pauses on the hem of my skirt that hits the top of my thighs and barely covers my bum. He works up my flat belly and small, round breasts in the black low cut tee. I blush and look down to hide it. He hooks a finger under my chin and makes me look at him. “You will clean on your hands and knees. You will make sure you put a show on for your owner. Understood?” “Y-Yes, Sir.” I press my legs together due to the tingling sensation he made me have. He can affect me so greatly, so easily. I get on my hands and knees with my bum facing him. The skirts sits atop my ass and gives him a full view of everything he likes to see. I start ...
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