My f*******: tab lights up, flashing: "Elle messaged you". Messages from my slut always brighten my day at work. I read her message.
"I want to misbehave, Master. A lot."
I shake my head; Elle is always such a slut for me, and such a good girl to ask her Master's permission. Before I can reply, another message appears:
"My p***y aches, Master. Please may I touch? I'll be such a good girl for you."
I smile, feeling my c**k swell as I read, and reach for my keyboard to reply.
"No, slut, you may not. But you will be ready for me when I get home."
A few moments pass, and then she replies.
"Yes Master. How do you want me?"
I think a moment, considering the possibilities, and then respond.
"You will be waiting with your collar when I get home, wearing that slutty short skirt you like."
