The Floor is our Canvas

He looked at me in disbelief as his hands pushed up my skirt and stopped at my butt. “You are wearing underwear, girl?” I was confused, what was wrong with wearing underwear? I was wearing the see-through body suit he had bought for me last week, and I felt sexy in it. I thought it would please him, he liked it when I dressed up for him. I looked up at him.

-“I don’t understand. It’s the body suit you bought for me.”

-“What day is it?”

-“It’s Sunday. But what does that have to do … “. Oh no! I swallowed hard. It was Sunday. The one day of the week I am not allowed to wear underwear. And I was wearing something that covered me. I panickly tried to come up with a way to get out of getting punished. Or was I?

-“It’s not technically underwear, you know? It’s clothing. And I wanted to look good for you. I don’t feel like I broke any rule here!” , I yelled out.

He squinted his eyes at me, while pulling me closer to him. “Who decides if you have broken a rule, mmm?”

-“You do.”, I sighed.

-“What was that?”

“I said you do”. I pouted. I hadn’t even intended to break a rule. I had forgotten. Stupid rules.

He pulled my ear, hard. “I don’t have a lot of rules for you, puppet. And you are a smart girl, you have good memory. There is no excuse for your behaviour, so don’t even try. If you were looking for punishment, well done, because that is what you will get now! So who decides?”

-“You do, Master.”

I moaned. My ear hurt. He pulled me by my ear into the bedroom, I had no choice but to follow him. He turned me around and pushed me on the bed, pushing my shoulders down. My butt was now in the air. I knew what was to come. I smiled. He pushed my skirt up. I heard the buckle of his belt opening. My whole body tensed up.

-“You have been a bad puppet”, he said. And the hard first strike hit me and left a hot burning sensation on my skin. Tears shot into my eyes. I squeaked. It hurt! Another strike hit me, and another, and another, and another. With each impact my whole body reacted. I closed my eyes and my breathing slowed down. I started to feel very relaxed. And aroused.

-“I can smell your wet cunt from here, girl. You are not supposed to enjoy this!, he said while striking me with the belt once again. And again. I moaned loudly. “Not enjoying this, I swear!”, I said, while turning my head around, looking at him and then sticking out my tongue.

He pulled my hair. “You are very disobedient today.” My head was pulled back and I closed my eyes. If only he would fuck me now. I needed him. I needed to feel him inside me. But I knew better than to express that need right now. I stayed silent. And enjoyed his finger following the red streaks he had left on my body. And then he paused. “Mmm. You enjoyed this too much. Get up and turn around!”

I did as I was told. He pulled my skirt down and let it drop to the floor. He pulled my top over my head and threw it on the bed. “Which chore do you hate the most, girl?”

-“I don’t know. Cooking! Doing the dishes!”

He chuckled. He knew I was lying. “Good try, but no. I know you. I know exactly how to punish you, girl. Adorable, how you are trying to get away with disobeying me. Stay here.”

I sighed. I knew what he would make me do. I could already feel the pain in my knees and back. The cold floor touching my bare skin. He returned with a bucket full of water and soap, a sponge, latex gloves and a towel. “You are going to scrub the kitchen floor. And it is going to be spotless once you are done. Now!”.

I froze. I didn’t want to. But I also wanted to please him. I waited one second too long. “I don’t like repeating myself, puppet. I said NOW!”, he uttered while looking at me with a stern expression on his face.

“Yes, Master.” I grabbed the bucket, sponge and towel and followed him to the kitchen.

“Now clean. Spotless, understood?”

“Yes, Master.” My arousal was still strong, I loved when he was being strict with me. I loved him taking all control away from me.

I went down on my knees and starting scrubbing. He was standing in the door, his arms crossed, observing me, watching me, making sure I was doing what I had been told to do. I was starting to sweat, my knees on the hard cold floor began to hurt. But every time I looked at him, his head tilted, and he silently pointed to the floor. And I scrubbed, scrubbed and scrubbed. After 15 minutes I heard him say: “Now stop, girl. Well done! The floor is spotless! See, you can do as you are told, if you really want to!”

I smiled. I did good. I tried to get up but he leaned down and pushed me back on the floor. “Take your gloves off.”, he said while pushing me against the wall. I took the gloves off and put them on the clean floor. He kneeled in front of me, and with his hands on my knees, he spread my legs. His eyes were focused on my eyes. I was lost in him. I felt his one hand slowly making its way to my yet again wet happy place. I heard a click. One button of the body suit was open. Another click, and the second button open. And a third. I was now exposed. His fingers gently circled my clit, and then squeezed it. I moaned. He squeezed it harder and my legs automatically tried to close and protect me from more pain. But he wouldn’t let me.

The squeezing and rubbing intensified. My breathing got faster. He whispered into my ear: “Good, obedient girls get rewards. This is yours, puppet. You have been a good girl”. I smiled and let go. I felt the arousal becoming almost too overwhelming and before I could even ask for permission, he gently said: “Come, puppet!” and my body went into a twitchy orgasmic spasm.

Two fingers entered me, fucking me, hard. Three fingers. I was being spread and I was lost in pleasure. Four fingers. Inside me. In and out. I could hear how wet I was. I could feel his finger tips playing with my cervix, I could feel his knuckles inside me. And in and out again. I felt it built up. I was not moaning anymore, I was screaming now. In and out. Faster and harder. I wasn’t breathing anymore. I heard him whisper in the distance: “You can come when you want, puppet.”

I felt the pressure building up. He felt it building up, his movements were faster now, harder. I screamed. He quickly pulled his fingers out of my wet cunt. And he slapped my clit. A wave of pleasure ran through me, and a fountain of cum left my body. He slapped my clit again, and I squirted again. My whole body now helplessly following the spasmic waves of orgasm after orgasm, until I eventually let out a long sigh and opened my eyes. I was sitting in my own cum, my whole body was covered in my own fluids. And so was the floor.

-“Good girl. Now someone needs to get back to cleaning again, eh? The floor is not spotless anymore.”

I smiled. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

(The picture is of me, by me)

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