“Come,” I said in a commanding tone. She walked up to me, never looking me in the eye, and I placed the collar around her neck.

“She is yours until 12 p.m. Enjoy!” Sam said.

I led the girl into a room and shut the door.

“Name,” I said in an assertive tone.

“Cordelia,” she said.

“I am Mistress Spencer to you now. Your safe word is ‘peaches.’ You will do whatever I tell you, when I tell you. You are not to speak unless I say you can. Do you understand?” She nodded her head in response.

The room had a king size bed with a deep red comforter and wine color carpet. There were two tables in the room displaying at least ten different types of dildos, condoms, paddles in various sizes, whips, ball gags, scarves, hand cuffs, and feathers. My imagination went wild at the things I could do to this girl, the places I could take her.

“Put on the catholic school uniform on the chair,” I ordered her. I went to the table a picked up a dildo that would make Ron Jeremy blush. I put some lube on my clit to numb it because I want to fuck this girl into unconsciousness. I strapped the dildo to myself. God, I am hung like a fucking horse. I stood in the middle of the room.

“Come,” I said, the word coming out hoarsely. She walked to me and I kissed her on the mouth, sweetly at first. My hands rubbed her breasts, causing her nipples to stand at attention. Her hands slowly reached out to touch the dildo. She could only fit one hand around it. I nipped at her lip, and then my tongue plunged into her mouth. I pulled her hair aside, giving me access to her neck, and my teeth grazed her skin. Her eyes became dilated. I reached down to her hot center. It was like a river.

“Someone’s ready to be fucked.” I pushed her back on the bed. “You can’t cum unless I say you can, got it?”

“Yes, Mistress Spencer,” she panted, as I ran the tip of the dildo up and down her slit a few times just to make sure she was ready. Her juices coated the tip.

“Clean me now, Cordelia.” She got on her knees and put her luscious lips around my head. She moaned, tasting herself on me I ran my fingers through her hair, telling her that she had to please me greatly.

“Stop,” I order her, and my massive organ plopped out her mouth. “I am going to fuck you until you have no voice left to scream my name. Then you’re going to black out and I will still be fucking you,” I said. Cordelia said nothing, but her eyes were bright and she was ready to go. Just the tip of the dildo was in her. She was so exposed, lying wide open; mine for the taking. I applied constant pressure, even though it looked like no progress had been made; I was only two inches inside.

“What is the safe word?” I asked as I played with her nipples.

“Ohhh, peaches, Mistress Spencer.”

I was half way in. It is a powerful thing, to hear a girl beg you to let her cum. Her hips began to pull me in more each time I pulled out. Her nipples were erect, and I bit one.

“OHHHHHHH god, I need to cum, please!” Cordelia begged.

“No.” I pulled all the way out. Then I placed my finger tips on her lips and bent my head down to lick her for a few minutes. My tongue battered her clit, and she was on the verge of cumming. I stopped, and her eyes were pleading with me to let her cum. I stuck the dildo back in, and a few strokes later she was ready to cum again. Her legs started to quiver.

“Please,” she sobbed, tears were starting to form in her eyes. On the second stroke, I ordered her to cum. She came so hard she blacked out, and Mistress Spencer was born.