Owning susan chapter III
John finished his dinner at a leisurely pace, pausing to tell Susan to top up his wine glass, but otherwise ignoring her. He was actually quite impressed with the food. While it was simple, it was well prepared and cooked. And it occured to John that maybe the only thing better than taking possesion of a girl was taking possesion of one that knew how to cook. So his stomach was now almost as happy as his cock.
He put down his cutlery on his plate and leaned back contentedly, looking at Susan while she seemed to be totally fascinated with a bit of carpet a couple of inches in front of her toes.
meanwhile Susan was trying to keep her mind focused and keep still. She was feeling hungry and hoped Sir would let her eat before the leftovers got completely cold. Apart from her stomach complaining, the only thing she could focus on properly was the pulsing heat of her pussy and the fact that she wanted to play with it.
'Go and make me a coffee Susan' said John abruptly, startling her. She rushed off to make it and John eased out of the dining room chair and flopped happily back into his armchair turning the TV back on even though he had absolutely no interest in whatever was on it.
Susan bought his coffee in and put it on the small table next to his armchair.
'Good girl Susan' john said ' Now get back into your waiting position next to me Susan. You will get a chance to clear up later when I have let you eat the scraps off the table'.
Again, susan felt pathetically grateful for such a paucity of praise, and geting into position realised that she may not be eating for a while, and that what she would be eating would be thoroughly unappetizing by the time she got to it. She stood there for maybe half an hour being ignored while Sir watched the television, and her red hot pussy was the centre of her universe. But suddenly Sir asked her a question without warning that threw her completely off balance yet again.
'So, tell me Susan,' began John ' why did you spend so much time with your hand up your skirt while you were making my dinner? Were you playing with yourself Susan?'
'I....I....I couldn't........I.....I.....Sir' stammered Susan incoherently. John observed that her cheeks were turning red with embaressment, while she clearly could not put a sentence together. John leant forward and put his hand under Susan's skirt cusping the crotch of her panties in his hand. He had a hard job not showing his delight at what he found there. He was absolutely certain he had never come across a girl before that was even half as wet with arousal.
Susan was so embarassed. She didn't think that she had been seen, and then to be asked such a question!
And then suddenly she saw Sir's hand going up her skirt and felt it holding the crotch of her panties in it's palm. It shocked her so much, that her head shot up and she found herself looking into Sir's eyes. All she could see was his look of disgust, and a wave of humiliation such as she had never experienced washed over her. They remained looking at each other for a few seconds and it seemed to Susan that time was frozen.
John didn't react for a few seconds, merely enjoying her discomfiture. Then he stated slowly and clearly, ' Put your eyes back down now Susan. I do not expect you to ever look me in the eye unless I tell you to do so. You are my inferior and you will keep your eyes lowered at all times. Do you understand Susan?'
Susan cast her eyes down again even as she felt tears of humiliation welling in them and just managed to gasp out a 'yes Sir' in acknowledgement.
John was delighted with how it was unfolding and continued,
'Susan, I have had my hand up numerous skirts in the past and I have to tell you that I have never come across such a disgusting swamp of overexcitement before. You should be ashamed of yourself for having such a lack of self control young lady.'
He paused and watched her get redder and redder with her embarassment, and smiling inwardly as he considered how he had to keep his legs crossed to hide his own excitement while humiliating her for her excitement.
He continued...' I can't quite believe that i invited you into my home, and allowed you to clean and then cook for me. And THEN, you disrespect me by playing with yourself when you were preparing my food. What have you got to say for yourself young lady?' ( He loved calling her young lady as she was twice his age.)
Susan just burbled a bit incoherently 'I....I......I.....sorry Sir'
John slowly but surely got to the point he was aiming for - 'Susan, this is not acceptable behaviour and you will of course understand that I am going to have to punish you for this later this evening. I will not have you diddling yourself while you prepare my food. In fact you will not play with that disgusting swamp between your legs ever again except on my orders. Do I make myself clear Susan?'
There were silent tears sliding down Susan's cheeks now. 'Yes Sir, perfectly clear' stumbled quietly out of her mouth and John reveled in the total and utter humiliation that he was inflicting on her, while he could now clearly feel the production of more juice from her pussy trickling out and making his hand wetter and wetter. This just confirmed to him that he would have no major problems with punishing her and in his mind he ramped up his punishment ideas a couple of notches.
John withdrew his hand from her skirt at looked at it in fascination. It shone with Susan's juices, and it kept his cock as hard as rock.
'Susan, get down on your knees' John demanded, which she did quickly. Then he waved his hand under her nose... 'Now clean my hand Susan. I want you to lick all of your filthy slime off my hand right now'.
Then he watched her licking and glowing red from humiliation, but knowing that she was no doubt dribbling even more juice out of her pussy even now. It just astonished him how much of a natural slave she was turning out to be. He laid down a couple more ground rules now......
'Susan, I hope you realise that if you had sat down at any point you would have made my furniture filthy and I can't allow that. So, you are forbidden to use my furniture...ever, Susan. The only reason you will ever touch my furniture at all is to clean it, understood Susan.
Susan nodded, unable to speak as she was still licking Sirs hand clean.
He put down his cutlery on his plate and leaned back contentedly, looking at Susan while she seemed to be totally fascinated with a bit of carpet a couple of inches in front of her toes.
meanwhile Susan was trying to keep her mind focused and keep still. She was feeling hungry and hoped Sir would let her eat before the leftovers got completely cold. Apart from her stomach complaining, the only thing she could focus on properly was the pulsing heat of her pussy and the fact that she wanted to play with it.
'Go and make me a coffee Susan' said John abruptly, startling her. She rushed off to make it and John eased out of the dining room chair and flopped happily back into his armchair turning the TV back on even though he had absolutely no interest in whatever was on it.
Susan bought his coffee in and put it on the small table next to his armchair.
'Good girl Susan' john said ' Now get back into your waiting position next to me Susan. You will get a chance to clear up later when I have let you eat the scraps off the table'.
Again, susan felt pathetically grateful for such a paucity of praise, and geting into position realised that she may not be eating for a while, and that what she would be eating would be thoroughly unappetizing by the time she got to it. She stood there for maybe half an hour being ignored while Sir watched the television, and her red hot pussy was the centre of her universe. But suddenly Sir asked her a question without warning that threw her completely off balance yet again.
'So, tell me Susan,' began John ' why did you spend so much time with your hand up your skirt while you were making my dinner? Were you playing with yourself Susan?'
'I....I....I couldn't........I.....I.....Sir' stammered Susan incoherently. John observed that her cheeks were turning red with embaressment, while she clearly could not put a sentence together. John leant forward and put his hand under Susan's skirt cusping the crotch of her panties in his hand. He had a hard job not showing his delight at what he found there. He was absolutely certain he had never come across a girl before that was even half as wet with arousal.
Susan was so embarassed. She didn't think that she had been seen, and then to be asked such a question!
And then suddenly she saw Sir's hand going up her skirt and felt it holding the crotch of her panties in it's palm. It shocked her so much, that her head shot up and she found herself looking into Sir's eyes. All she could see was his look of disgust, and a wave of humiliation such as she had never experienced washed over her. They remained looking at each other for a few seconds and it seemed to Susan that time was frozen.
John didn't react for a few seconds, merely enjoying her discomfiture. Then he stated slowly and clearly, ' Put your eyes back down now Susan. I do not expect you to ever look me in the eye unless I tell you to do so. You are my inferior and you will keep your eyes lowered at all times. Do you understand Susan?'
Susan cast her eyes down again even as she felt tears of humiliation welling in them and just managed to gasp out a 'yes Sir' in acknowledgement.
John was delighted with how it was unfolding and continued,
'Susan, I have had my hand up numerous skirts in the past and I have to tell you that I have never come across such a disgusting swamp of overexcitement before. You should be ashamed of yourself for having such a lack of self control young lady.'
He paused and watched her get redder and redder with her embarassment, and smiling inwardly as he considered how he had to keep his legs crossed to hide his own excitement while humiliating her for her excitement.
He continued...' I can't quite believe that i invited you into my home, and allowed you to clean and then cook for me. And THEN, you disrespect me by playing with yourself when you were preparing my food. What have you got to say for yourself young lady?' ( He loved calling her young lady as she was twice his age.)
Susan just burbled a bit incoherently 'I....I......I.....sorry Sir'
John slowly but surely got to the point he was aiming for - 'Susan, this is not acceptable behaviour and you will of course understand that I am going to have to punish you for this later this evening. I will not have you diddling yourself while you prepare my food. In fact you will not play with that disgusting swamp between your legs ever again except on my orders. Do I make myself clear Susan?'
There were silent tears sliding down Susan's cheeks now. 'Yes Sir, perfectly clear' stumbled quietly out of her mouth and John reveled in the total and utter humiliation that he was inflicting on her, while he could now clearly feel the production of more juice from her pussy trickling out and making his hand wetter and wetter. This just confirmed to him that he would have no major problems with punishing her and in his mind he ramped up his punishment ideas a couple of notches.
John withdrew his hand from her skirt at looked at it in fascination. It shone with Susan's juices, and it kept his cock as hard as rock.
'Susan, get down on your knees' John demanded, which she did quickly. Then he waved his hand under her nose... 'Now clean my hand Susan. I want you to lick all of your filthy slime off my hand right now'.
Then he watched her licking and glowing red from humiliation, but knowing that she was no doubt dribbling even more juice out of her pussy even now. It just astonished him how much of a natural slave she was turning out to be. He laid down a couple more ground rules now......
'Susan, I hope you realise that if you had sat down at any point you would have made my furniture filthy and I can't allow that. So, you are forbidden to use my furniture...ever, Susan. The only reason you will ever touch my furniture at all is to clean it, understood Susan.
Susan nodded, unable to speak as she was still licking Sirs hand clean.
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