The making of a monster. Pt 2. The exotic princess.

He slams forward...

And with one thrust, he fills me. I'm already on the edge and the feeling is a drug I crave. I love being here. Dangling before the drop and my master loves putting me in this position.

He pounds into me again and again, I keep my mouth shut and he keeps the grip on my throat tight. I love the way he uses me. Like I'm only a doll to satisfy my needs. I don't need an orgasm, his touch sets my body alight and that's all I'll ever need. My flamed arousal grows and my moan comes forward.

"Aah, master. I'm such a slut that I love being your toy. Fuck me however and whenever you want. I'm your doll. Ahhh. Your slave. Fuck! Fuck... I'm whatever you want me to be."

He's happy with the way of my moaning as he ignores me. If i did wrong, I'd have heard his voice telling me so. A punishment to come would have been in my head. I don't mind my punishments when I know I don't deserve them. It's because he has needs and I'm happy to be the one to help those needs be met. It's when I deserve the punishment it hurts... That's when I know I have done wrong and displeased him. That's when I feel bad.

"On your knees whore!" He pulls his cock from my sore hole and I drop to my knees quickly. I love this part.

He wanks himself fast and hard, pointing the head of his dick toward my face. "Beg me for your reward Seven!" He grows out.

"Please cum on my face Master. I beg you to let me feel your hot cum all over me... I need this reward. I've been a good slut." just before I finish speaking, he comes. His hot milk spraying my face and I feel the familiar feeling of peace mixed with euphoria as the heat soaks me.

This is my orgasm. His orgasm is mine... Mentally, of course. I feel proud of myself as he turns to get dressed. He leaves me in this position on my knees whilst he begins to cover his God like body. I hate when he puts himself away like this... I wish I could look at him all the time. The cum dries against my skin which probably means I'm not allowed to swallow it today.

He looks at me as he begins to button up his crisp white shirt, his blue eyes sparkling. "Get showered and dressed Seven. I need your help today. I'll put the clothes out for you."

Dread fills me. "Yes master." I stand and head to the spare shower while worry forces my eyes to water. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe it's because he has a new slut now. I can't remember the last time I wore actual clothes. I let the anger escape the small cage in my mind as I hit the shower on. Leaving the water at a cold temperature so that it can freeze my heart as it freezes my body. My nipples harder and my clit pulses as I rub the coconut shampoo into my hair.

It doesn't take me long before I exit the bathroom and walk into my own room. The room is barely used and consists of an old thin bed, a shitty mattress that the springs poke through, and a chest of drawers. On my bed are real clothes. Not a school girl costume or a ripped lace negligee. But a black dress, black bra and panties and black shoes. This is something a business woman would wear. I don't like it.

I mentally argue with myself for around two minutes before picking up the panties and slipping them up my legs. They're soft. Silky. I hate this. Why do I have to wear real clothes? This slut is going to try and take my place and there's no way I'll let that happen!

I'm going to have to be careful now. Master putting me in clothes can't be a good sign. Even shoes! Unless he's sending me on an errand. I finally finish dressing and catch sight of myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my door. That doesn't look like me. I look like a posh lady. One that snaps her fingers and gets what she wants.

I cock my head to the side and my blonde hair falls over my shoulder, then I click my fingers of my right hand and raise a brow. Perhaps I'm supposed to look like this. I smile. It's strange and it feels as though I'm looking at somebody else.

I turn to leave when I catch the white box and note on my dressing table.

I head over to it and pick up the note... Its from master.

"Seven... Don't worry. Wear this and come to the kitchen. You're still my number one."

I like that he understands me so well. He knows I'm panicking and he's done what he needs to, to soothe me. Deep down, my other voice is yelling at me. Telling me I'm stupid. He's only doing this because there's reason to worry. Otherwise they'd be no need for a damn note. He must think I'm stupid!

I pick up the white box and open it by sliding the gold switch at the side.

It's a necklace. It's bright and shining with diamonds. A large Sapphire stone in the middle of the choker. If he wants me to wear this, I have to take my proper collar off.

I exchange them and look in the mirror again. I feel numb. It's beautiful and cold. It has no feeling like my collar did and I want to rip the jewels apart. I look like a rich bitch about to cause havoc and I hope against hope, that it's a new roleplay he'd like to try.

I know that's not going to be the case. He wants to get rid of me. This is my goodbye present.

I take my time as I walk down the stairs, and through the large marble Hall. My Addiction stands in the kitchen, he cooks something while the naked slut stands. She's out of her cage and she's stunning.

Her dark hair drifts down her back like a waterfall of treacle. I see the tattoo creeping over her backside and up the side of her back. She has a perfect figure and large black eyes. She's an exotic princess. She's a beautiful slave. I want to kill her.

"Master." I state as I stand at the door awaiting instructions.

He turns to me, wearing his suit, gorgeous as always. "You look beautiful, Sapphire. I'm going to need your help today. So sit down, whilst I fix you breakfast. Then I'll explain."

No! No no no no. He called me by my name. He's fixing me breakfast. He's allowing me to sit on the actual chair.

I slowly lower my backside to the wooden chair as though I could break it with the slightest touch. Then I stay, wide eyed as I wait with dread for the awful news that's about to hit me.