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He grabbed her wrists as she tried to move away. "Be still, he commanded. She still struggled. Slap. He backhanded her. She caught her breath and paused for a second to measure in her mind his new aggression. "Let me go," she pleaded. "Be quiet and be still," he commanded again. "You will do as I say." She looked at him with contempt and then jerked again, hoping to free herself from his grip but without success. Slap. He slapped her again. She was startled by his violence. "I require that you obey me," he said. "Do you understand?" She was beginning to. Her mind was in turmoil. She had never bowed to any man's will before and now this hulking man held her captive both physically and emotionally. She was repulsed yet excited by him. She had valued her independence, yet was now being told to abandon and forsake it. She was frightened too. She tried to calm herself and to be still until he released her. Then she planned to run. She could feel his grip relaxing a little. She relaxed also, thinking that this would soon pass, and he would become reasonable. However, she was wrong. Feeling her calmer now, he released her for a moment and turned his back. She could not see what he was doing, but did not try to move as he was still too close to her. He turned to face her, grabbed her wrists again, and quickly looped a cord around them before she realized what he was doing. Panic filled her mind as he secured her wrists tightly together. "Please don't. That's not necessary," she pleaded. He finished tying and then pulled the loose cord length as he stood. She was pulled up from the chair by him and was forced to walk behind him as he went out of the room. She had to walk quickly to stay with him in order to keep the cord from hurting her. She was surprised when she saw the room. There were pegs and eyehooks securely installed to a massive wooden frame. The frame was attached to the wall and stood about a foot away from it. The top of the frame extended out about three feet and was heavily braced. Her heart raced faster. She felt hot and a little sick. He looped the end of the cord through an eyehook, pulled it hard, and drew her arms up above her head. She had to stand up straight to keep her wrists from hurting. He tied the cord back to the frame and stood back looking at her. She looked at him, her eyes full of fear, and begged "Please let me loose. I will not run, and I will obey you. Don't hurt me." He did not answer, but instead moved across the room and opened a large box. He reached inside and searched for something. She could not see what he was doing, but she knew he had no plans to release her now. She tried to breathe, but found it hard to control her panic. He came back to her, carrying more cord and other items. He knelt down and placed a cuff around each ankle. She pleaded with him not to continue. After a furtive kick, she stood still as he looped cords through the eyelet of each cuff and looped the end through a hook on the frame on each side. He pushed her legs apart and tied the cord back to hold her spread in that position. He brought out a studded leather collar and fastened it around her neck, being careful to have it snug, but not choking. He returned to the box and searched again. Soon he returned with a cat-o-nine, a paddle and a lash. He held them up for her to see. "I think you disobeyed me because you wanted to be punished. Didn't you?" "No. I just didn't like you telling me what to do," she replied. "Well you will learn to obey me whether you like to or not", he said. In addition, with that remark, he brushed the cat across her breasts, and then quickly flicked it across her. She cringed at the first blow, but did not feel any pain, so she relaxed a little. "He is just trying to scare me", she thought. She soon found out he was doing much more as she felt the sting of the paddle across her buttocks. She shrieked in pain as he swung again. The force of his blow almost knocked her off balance, and she would have fallen had she not been tied. "No," she screamed. Moreover, in response he swung again. "Stop," she yelled. He responded with another blow, and then another, each time harder. Her buttocks stung and she felt pain radiating across her ass. Repeatedly he hit her, until she was quiet. He then began to undo her shirt and then opened it up and unfastened her bra. Her breasts were free then, and he felt them and cupped them in his hands. Her nipples betrayed her by their hardness. He pinched them and pulled them, stretching them away from her chest. He went back to the box and brought two clamps that he placed on her nipples. The pressure was intense as they clamped hard onto her sensitive nipples. He flicked and moved them to toy with her, and laughed as she groaned and her body shook and shivered with the manipulation. He took the cat again and flicked it across her naked breasts, the laces slapping her with little stings. He flicked harder as she writhed under the blows. Her white flesh was turning light pink. Her areole and nipple buds were dark red. Repeatedly he flicked the cat across her. She moaned with each slap. Guttural moans of pain and excitement. She was ashamed to think that this abuse was exciting her. How could that be? When he was tired, he stopped and moved a chair near to her and sat silently studying her. She was tired of this position and her body ached for some movement and relief from the tight cords. She did not ask though and he did not release her. He left the room, fixed a drink, and made a few telephone calls. He finally returned and went to her. He removed the tit clamps and rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. They were so sensitive and hurt from the pressure they had been under, but she groaned as he played. The pain became pleasure and she was lost to it then. "Will you obey me now?" he asked as he teased her. "Yes, release me now so we can make love." "That's the wrong answer," he replied as he loosened her slacks and lowered them. He pulled her panties down and examined her buttocks. They were still pink from the earlier paddling. He rubbed and massaged them gently for a moment. When he was certain she was unharmed, he picked the paddle up and swatted her ass again. "Unnnnhhhhh," she moaned as the paddle struck her bare flesh. She jumped under the sting and he continued raining blow after blow across her ass. She groaned and begged him not to continue. Her pleading drove him on and he began to hit her harder and harder, and had to subdue himself so he would not permanently hurt her. She was crying when he stopped. He sat in the chair again and stared at her. She looked back at him, cried harder, and shook violently. "How can you hurt me like this?" she asked. "I thought you loved me." "I would not spend this time punishing you and training you if I did not love you," he Answered. She was struck by his answer and wondered how he could hurt someone he loved. She knew she could not. "How can you say that, when I am hurting like this?" "You don't have to hurt", he answered. "Simply obey me and I won't have to punish you." "What if I don't think you are right when you tell me to do something?" she asked. "Do not question me, just do it," he answered. She thought for a moment and decided that the only way she was getting out of the restraints and being safe from more punishment was by agreeing to whatever he said. "OK, I will. Now let me down. I am tired of this game and my arms and legs are hurting and my ass is sore." He shook his head and picked the paddle up again. Whap. He struck her harder again and again. She screamed with each blow. He beat her until his arm tired. Her buttocks were deep red and swollen with the marks of the paddle. Tears streamed down her face. She looked defeated. All defiance had left her expression now. He sat for a moment and then he said, "I am your Master. You are mine. I control you. I decide what you do and when. You serve at my beck and call and for my pleasure. If you please me, you should get pleasure from serving me well, and I will give you pleasure as well. If you do not please me or disobey me, I will punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes Master", she answered. In addition, as the words flew out of her mouth, she realized she now understood her destiny, and knew why she was there. She relaxed then and a calm feeling flowed over her. She was his now in every way. Chapter 2 He sensed a change in her then. The look in her eyes was different and her posture was more submissive, so he released her and helped her to the couch. He got her a drink and massaged her calves and then her shoulders. She melted under his touch, knowing that he did care for her, and she was happy that she was his. When she was rested, he picked up his leash and fastened it to her collar. "Throughout your life, you will be tested many times and many ways. Some things that happen may merely be a test or they may just be random occurrences. You must assume that everything is a test. A test to reinforce your commitment and resolve as mine. In the next few days, I intent to train you in the way you will life from now on. Consider every task, no matter what it is, to be both training and a test. Do you understand little one?" "Yes Master." He stood up and pulled her leash. She stood and followed him. "On the floor," he commanded. She dropped to her hands and knees and followed him as he led her about the room. Stopping, starting, pulling her up and then forcing her down. He walked her through the paces until he was satisfied, then took her back to the room and removed the leash. "You will wear this collar at all times. It is a symbol of my possession of you. Others will see it and know you are under the control of a Master. Only fools will attempt to gain your attention, and you will recognize them as that. You are mine now. You are under my control. You are for my desires. You serve at my pleasure. In addition, you are under my protection. Do you understand?" "Yes Master." "I need to make a few calls. Put these on while I am busy." He held up a matching pair of white lace panties and bra, and then handed them to her as he left the room. She dressed and waited, shaking in anticipation. Soon he returned and sat in the chair across from her. "Please me" he said. She was unsure about what he wanted, but she rose and began to sway and slowly dance before him. Turning sensuously and moving so that he could see her body. She could soon tell that he was pleased by his obvious arousal. She moved between his legs, bent over him, and waited for his hands to touch her. His hands touched her face and then moved down her body, tracing her shape and moulding her flesh with his firm power. She was breathless and she leaned closer for his kiss of approval. Instead, he pushed her down to the floor and took her head in his hands. "You are not in control," he said. She reeled back slightly, for she was only seeking his approval and blessing through a physical act. He held her chin in his hand and looked directly in her eyes. "You will respond to my needs, not I to yours." In addition, he stood and pulled her up and led her to the frame again. Her heart raced in panic as she realized he planned to restrain her again. She prayed that he would not whip or paddle her again so hard. She was thrilled from the sting of the paddle and the wispy pain of the cat on her breasts, but the continued assault from before had gone beyond painful pleasure to simply pain. She did not make a sound and struggled to be sure not to show any defiance as he secured her wrists. He looped the cord through the eyelet and hoisted her up. He did not secure her ankles. He retrieved more cord, came to her, and removed her bra. Her breasts felt warm even though the room was cool. She felt her nipples harden from the temperature, but mostly from excitement. He licked and sucked her nipples, stiffening them even more, until she felt that warm liquidly sensation run down from her chest to her stomach and then further below. She felt flushed and needy, but fought to remain calm and quiet as he played. When he was satisfied, he began to wrap the cord around her breasts, crossing over from one breast to the other and when he had almanbahis a few rounds circling each breast, he looped between them causing them to tighten. Her breasts were forced into conical shapes and stuck straight out. They were swollen from the constriction and were red. He tied off the cord and stood back looking at his work for a moment. Then he reached for her nipples and teased them. Flicking them with his fingers...Pinching them and pulling them. Rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. She was almost faint from the strength of the sensations, and felt like she would burst. Then he stopped and took his seat again, gazing at her there in that awful situation, her body on fire... tied up... her breasts tortured from his attentions and the cords. In addition, she would have done anything for relief. She tried to stay focused on her role, and struggled to stay still. He laughed and said "Now who has enticed whom?" "You have, Master," she replied. Moreover, with that, he came to her, reached into her panties, felt her wetness, rubbed her, and fingered her until she heaved and shook under the orgasms. Then he loosed her restraint, lowered her arms, and untied her wrists. He pushed her down where she stood and unzipped his pants. His cock leapt out and he pushed her head toward it. She looked up for approval before she sucked it deep into her mouth. Later when she was alone in her room, she lay thinking about the day. A shiver ran through her as she wondered what tomorrow would bring. Chapter 3 The next morning was rainy and dreary, and she felt listless as she lay in bed. She needed to get up and run some errands, but her mind was full of the previous day's experiences. She fell asleep last night replaying the events and found herself excited and needing relief. She brought herself to a shattering climax as she imagined what he might have planned for her today And now the day was upon her. She showered, dressed, and made some breakfast. She had just started a little cleaning when the phone rang. She ran to answer it. It was Master. "I want to meet you for lunch at Toni's Grotto at 1:15." "Yes Master." "You know what to wear I believe." "Yes Master, my collar." "Yes little one." He hung up and she sat quietly. Her heart raced and she could not breathe. It was 8:35. She wished the time would fly by faster and busied herself with house chores until 12. Then she dressed in a green pantsuit and put her make up on. When she was ready to leave, she looked in the mirror and realized she did not have the collar. She gasped at how close she had been to causing a huge problem for herself. She buckled it and turned it around in position then left for the restaurant. As she drove, she noticed people in cars passing her, looking at her. She was puzzled at first, then realized they were looking at the collar. That did not make her uneasy at all. She found herself strongly proud and excited that they noticed and were curious. She told herself that it was a sign of commitment to her Master and she wanted everyone to know she belonged to him. She soon pulled into the parking lot and went inside. The hostess met her and took her immediately to his table. He rose to greet her and looked at her approvingly. "You are beautiful," he said. She blushed like a schoolgirl and smiled in appreciation as he held the chair for her. "I took the liberty of ordering wine," he said. She thanked him for the consideration and looked around the room. Eyes were fixed on her and that made her a little uncomfortable. She turned uneasily in her chair. "Don't worry about them. They are curious and probably haven't seen a woman as beautiful as you." She smiled at his compliment. The waiter arrived with the wine and offered it for Master's approval. He nodded his head and had two glasses poured. "To knowledge and memory and of course to passion," he said. They drank together and she felt very relaxed and mellow through lunch. He leaned to her and said, "We will continue your training now my little one." As he spoke, he revealed the leash, which he had stowed under the table. She nervously looked around as he attached it to her collar. "I can't do this," she thought, but she rose with him and stood waiting for direction. "Down", he said. She went to her knees and hands. She felt flushed and hot as she crawled behind him to the back of the room. A hush fell over the room as they passed by. Eyes burnt into her. Soon whispers filled her ears. He led her back to the table and then made a pass around the entire room, exhibiting her as he would a champion at the Westminster Show. They returned to their seats. She sank into her chair and was afraid to look up. He took her face in his hands and made her look up at him. He smiled, then leaned to her and kissed her lips...tenderly and lovingly. He took her hands and held them as he said, "You pleased me today with your submission. I know it was difficult for you to allow me to lead you before others." He kissed her hand gallantly and then stood up to leave. He pulled her chair back and they walked out together. "Each day will have lessons and tests for you. How you meet them will determine if they are difficult for you or easy. Facing and accepting the difficult and unfamiliar will make you stronger and the tasks easier. I want you to be submissive yet strong. Do you understand my little one?" "Yes Master." When they arrived at her car, he put her inside, leaned in, and kissed her deeply. "Tonight, you will know pleasure like you have never known before." He stood watching as she drove away. Her mind swam with images of the lunch and the feeling of his kiss. She was giddy imagining what pleasures he had in mind for her. Her life would be full of challenges and many exciting moments from now on, she realized. Chapter 4 When she returned home, she undressed and lay on the bed. She was wired from the excitement of being led in the restaurant. She had no idea previously how stimulating it could be to demonstrate her submission in such blatant ways. She found her fingers touching and caressing her legs and then moving between them, as she thought about how it must have appeared to the other patrons. She writhed on the bed with her passion, as she relived that humiliating, yet so exciting moment. She knew then without doubt that he would bring her out of her mundane world and into one that she had never imagined. She was ready and willing for anything he would require. She flew in ecstatic bliss from orgasm to orgasm and finally collapsed, weary and sated, and fell asleep. Her dreams were vivid and active until she woke three hours later. She fixed a light dinner and soaked in the tub. Candles and perfumes blessed her in this pleasure, and she was calm and relaxed when she finished and dried her body. She dressed slowly, being sure to make the best presentation when he came later. She hummed as she readied herself. She was so absorbed that she jumped in surprise when the phone rang. "I am late today. I want you to meet me at my place about 7," he said. "Yes Master. Shall I bring any dinner for you or may I fix you something there?" "No. I plan to feast on you," he responded. A chill of excitement ran through her. Her hands shook as she placed the phone back on the table. She felt nervous deep in her stomach and she could sense her face flushing. She breathed deeply and begged time to fly. Finally, she was at his door. She knocked twice and finally heard footsteps approaching. He opened the door. He wore black satin pants and a white linen shirt, open almost to his waist. She had never seen him dressed like this before. She stared for a moment, and then he took her hands and led her inside. He had chilled wine ready. They sat and talked for a long time. It was very relaxing and she was happy for his interest. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she returned, he was gone. She sat for a minute and when he did not call or reappear, she walked around the room, looking at the books in the shelves and his paintings. "Join me back here," she heard. She walked to the sound and found him sitting in his chair in the room she had been in before. She knew he was there for a purpose, and she suddenly grew anxious. He rose and led her to the bed. "Lie down and relax," he said. She lay back, but was very tense and nervous. He sensed this and sat beside her. His hands massaged her shoulders, and soon he felt her muscles soften. She began to become comfortable and when he could tell she was ready, he stood up. He went to the box and removed the ankle cuffs and cord. Her heart beat rapidly. She prayed under her breath that he would not beat her with the paddle tonight, but she was silent and tried not to seem afraid. "Remove your clothes," he said. She slowly sat up and began to unfasten her blouse and then pulled it out of her skirt and placed it on a chair. She unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and laid it on top of the blouse. She stood before him in her bra and panties. She was still for a moment as he stared at her, examining her body and devouring her with his eyes. He sat down in his chair and motioned for her to continue. She reached back, undid her bra snaps, and pulled it away from her breasts. She dropped it to the floor. Her hands rubbed across the front of her panties, lighting touching her stomach and then her mound before slipping between her legs for a few seconds. He shifted positions and crossed his legs as he watched. Her hands slid down the sides of her panties and she pushed them down, rolling them as they were lowered to her knees. She raised a leg and stepped out of them, letting them drop to the floor. She stared at him as she sat back on the bed and slowly swung her legs up. She reclined flat on her back with her arms spread and her legs slightly open, waiting for him to take her. He sat for a few minutes more and then walked to the bed. He took her left arm, looped the cord around her wrist, and tied it securely. He loosely tied the free end to the corner post of the bed on that side. He went around the bed and secured her right arm in the same manner, but he moved her so that the cord would not have much slack. She was tied by her wrists to the bed and unable to roll over or move from that position. He moved to the foot of the bed and pulled her left leg to him. He placed the ankle cuff on, threaded a cord through the eyelet, and tied it. He pulled the loose end to the lower corner post and tied it. He tied her right leg in the same manner to the opposite post. She lay still, but she was breathing deep fast breaths. Her chest heaved and her face, neck, and chest were flushed. He sat back down and looked at her. Her eyes met his, and he could see she had willingly given herself to him tonight. There was no resistance in her look...only slight concern and submission. "I am pleased with you tonight, and I want you to be pleased also," he said. He went to the bed, leaned down, began to kiss her feet, and then moved slowly up her legs, being careful to cover every part of her with his kisses...wet lips moving and pressing against her. Leaving a trail of wet sucking marks as he kissed his way up her legs. His hands caressed her, massaged her muscles, and prepared her for his lips. She lay back, with eyes closed as he worked his sweet magic on her, and she was lost to all but that rich feeling that filled her body, soul and mind. In addition, he continued until he reached her upper thighs. She was full of anticipation as he came so close to her secret womanless. She bit her lip to prevent herself from begging him to touch and kiss her then. However, he did not. He moved up her stomach and then continued his attentions up to her breasts. She was becoming more excited as he kissed and fondled her breasts. His fingers and thumbs rolled her nipples, pulled, and pinched them. His hands constantly moving and each touch changing and then changing again. Her breasts and nipples had never received such attention before. She squirmed as much as she could, her needs increasing with every kiss and lick and suck he lavished on her. She felt herself building to orgasms and then felt her body shake as she climaxed. It was a strong, yet strange sensation almanbahis yeni giriş she felt as the orgasms flowed through her body. She was cumming but still did not feel the complete release she needed. He slowed down his activity as she moaned, and then he stood up and went back to the box as she relaxed and calmed down. He returned with a long scarf and a hand-massaging vibrator. He sat beside her, began to caress her thighs, and slowly moved to her pussy. His hands massaged her legs, kneading the muscles of her thighs and relaxing her, yet making her tense from excitement as he moved up further with each circle of his hands. Soon he pressed his hand against her vulva. His fingers curled slightly and then slipped down between her legs and into the wet opening between her labia. She gasped as she felt his fingers enter her. She struggled to move, wanting him to go deeper and give her more then, but she could not. He slowly examined and explored her with his fingers. They traced her lips rubbing up and down the length both inside and on the outside. She felt his hands pulling her lips apart and his hot breath blowing across her tingling vagina. Then she felt him rubbing and teasing her clit, bringing it up and out of its shroud, stiffening and hardening. His lips closed around it and he sucked and flicked it with his tongue and pulled it. She groaned and sighed as he worked on her. His fingers probed into her, massaged, and caressed her inside and his lips and tongue bathed her lips and clit and then he sucked and kissed her lips and drank up the juices that now flowed freely from her. She heaved and raised her pelvis, offering herself to him, and wanting more of his delicious pleasure. He sensed her needs and moved faster. His tongue darting in and out, flicking like a serpent's, lapping and teasing her. His lips closing around her pulsing, throbbing clit, urging her on. His lips kissing and loving her lips. His face pressed hard against her pussy, wet from her passion. Then she began to buck uncontrollably in the throes of orgasms again, and this time she felt that complete release she wanted. Repeatedly she rose and fell with climaxes until she was spent, and she lay still. He rested his head on her stomach as she relaxed for a few minutes. He sat up and when she had lost her sensitivity, he began to touch her again, slowly, tenderly. His fingers rubbed and massaged her lips and soon she was open and her pink wetness shone in the lights. He knotted the scarf, with little double knots about a half inch in diameter every two inches apart. She watched him work, not certain of his plans, but thrilled at the prospect of something new. When he was finished, he returned to her pussy and again touched her, exciting and reawakening her passion. He placed the end of the scarf inside her lips and pushed it inside with his fingers. He slowly worked the entire scarf, one knot at a time inside her. She felt a soft fullness she had never experienced before. He strapped the hand massager on his right hand and turned it on. The humming sound filled the room. She watched, as he made ready. He smiled at her as he reached down to her. She felt the vibration immediately, as he began to massage her vulva, again pressing down on her mound and then moving across her labia, down between her legs. His hand retraced every inch of her pussy, along the lips, around her clit, up her thighs, and inside her slit. She shook and vibrated without control as he massaged her. She lay back and gave herself over to the power of this new play, and she was washed away again by climax after climax after climax. She lost all sense of time and reality. Moreover, when she had become too sensitive for his touch, he stopped and withdrew his hand and let her rest. He leaned down and kissed her lips, calm, slow, loving kisses. In a few minutes, he got up, unfastened her restraints, and helped her up. She sat at the edge of the bed. "I have to leave for an errand now", he said. "After I am gone, I want you to remove the scarf in your own private moment. Pull your legs together and slowly pull the end of the scarf so that the knots will pass through your lips one at a time. Take your time, for it may be intense." He stood up, kissed her, and left the room. She sat for a few minutes gathering her composure and then started to dress. The scarf inside her was heavy on her mind. She was satisfied already, but she wondered what sensations would be caused from the scarf. She could not wait any longer, and did as he said. When the first knot passed between her lips, she almost fainted. She was swollen and sensitive from the manipulation he had given her, and she felt the pressure against her lips magnified. She continued pulling and each knot wracked her until she thought she would explode. She collapsed and fell asleep. When he returned, he covered her with a blanket and let her sleep until morn ing. Chapter 5 She slept soundly all night and when she woke in the morning, the smell of coffee filled her nose. She went to the bathroom and when she was dressed, she joined him in the kitchen. "You slept well, I believe," he said as he greeted her with a kiss. "Yes Master. Thank you for such a wonderful night." He smiled at her as he poured her a cup of coffee. He scooped up an omelette from the grill, placed in on a plate with wheat toast, and set it on the table. He pulled her chair out and she sat down. He joined her across the table. "What do you expect from our relationship," he asked. She thought for a moment and then replied, "You are my Master and I do whatever you tell me too." "Yes. That is correct but there is more to it. Many people play at this lifestyle and treat it like a game, and for them that is fine. They use the power as stimulus for sexual excitement. You and I both found that pleasure in our interactions too. However, I believe that there is a deeper relationship that can be enriched if they both want to live the lifestyle. I intend that you be tested to see if you are capable of serving me in the manner that I require. Are you willing to submit yourself to such tests, without knowing in advance what they are?" "Yes, Master." "At all times you will wear one of the two collars I have for you. One has the studs and the leash eyelet. The other is plain black leather. The leash collar will be worn when I accompany you, so that I can walk you properly. The other collar is worn at all other times. You are not to conceal them, but to wear them proudly so all will know that you belong to me. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." "I want you to do the following today. Buy yourself a pair of black spike heels and a black leather dress. It should be short enough to reveal your legs and should fall above your knees. I want you to go to a Music City and buy a CD of George Benson "Breezin." I want you to go to Krogers and buy groceries and then I want you to have your nipples or your eyebrows pierced. Any questions?" "No, Master." "Good. I will plan to meet you here then tonight at seven. I want you to show me your purchases and tell me about the day. I must leave now, so feel free to go when you choose." He rose and kissed her cheek and left. She finished her breakfast, tidied up the kitchen a little, and removed the studded collar in favour of the plain black one. Then she left to do his bidding. She drove to the shopping mall, where he had bought her clothing before and went into the shoe store. A salesman greeted her and followed her as she looked through the high heels. She soon found two pairs that seemed to meet his requirements and she asked to try them on. She sat as the salesman went into the back to find them. He soon returned and sat across from her. He took the shoes and slipped hers off and helped place the new ones on her feet. She stood and looked at them in the mirror and walked around. She sat back down and tried the other pair on. She liked them much better and decided to take them. He carried the box as they went to the cash register. "That is a beautiful choker you are wearing," he said. "Thanks," she replied. "Was it a gift?" he asked. "Well, sort of," she replied. H He completed the card transaction and wrapped the box and placed it in a sack. He thanked her for the business and she left the store. Next, she went to the dress store across the mall. She walked around looking at all of the beautiful clothes. She really enjoyed seeing the styles and colours that were now popular. She found a Donna Karan black velvet dress and took it to the dressing room to try on. She called the saleslady and requested another size. It fit perfectly. She redressed and took it to the counter. "Special occasion?" the sales lady asked. "No," she replied, "just a party dress." "Well it goes well with your collar. I'm sure your Master will be pleased." She felt flushed and embarrassed and felt the need to declare, "No, it is just for me." She rushed from the store. She felt a little sick and walked quickly out of the mall. She sat in her car for a while and wished she had not been defensive about the collar, but she was unprepared for the question. She drove out and immediately went to her favourite restaurant, but when she parked, she decided not to go in. Some of her friends might be there and the waitresses knew her well. She did not want any of them to see her like that. She had started to think of the collar as a beacon. She started the car and shifted into reverse, then suddenly put it back in park and turned the ignition off. She reached up and unfastened the collar, removed it and placed it in the sack with the dress. She sighed in relief as she went in. She ate lunch quickly and left for the music store. She did not want to drive the extra eight miles to Music City , so she stopped at another chain a few blocks away. She went in, found the CD, and purchased it. She only had one errand yet to complete, she thought. She had discussed piercings before with him, and he had encouraged her to get them if she wanted. Now she was excited as she drove. She decided to get her navel pierced, instead. She thought that looked so cool on her friends that had them. She screwed up her courage and went into the studio. It was brightly lit and did not look at all like the old grungy tattoo parlours used to. She soon was on a table and the clinician was started to prepare her. After a few painful minutes, she was finished and she carefully walked out to her car. She lifted her blouse to look, but could not see much because of the protective covering. She drove home, carried her packages inside and undressed to relax. She lay on her bed and took a short nap. She was awakened by the telephone. It was him, reminding her to wear casual clothing when she met him at seven. She showered and got ready and soon it was time to go. She was excited to show him that she had followed his instructions, and knew he would reward her. She tried to imagine what her reward might be. She felt a tingling deep in her stomach. He was in a back room when she entered. She called out and he told her to meet him in the room. She knew which room he meant and went there. He entered soon and motioned for her to sit in a chair across from his. "Did you do as I instructed?" he asked. "Yes, Master," she answered and proceeded to show him her purchases, and then she lifted her shirt to show her navel stud. He looked at the dress and shoes, and then the CD. He looked back at her and asked, "Where did you have lunch?" Her heart skipped a beat. He did not wait for an answer. "So you are ashamed to be collared by me?" he quietly asked. "No Master," she said. "Then why did you remove your collar and why did you deny the significance of it to the saleslady and salesman?" Her heart sank. He continued. "Where did I tell you to purchase the CD? Wasn't it at Music City ? Did I tell you to get a navel piercing?" She looked at the floor, unable to answer. His voice was louder now. She could feel his anger and worse yet his disappointment. "It is obvious that you can't serve me as your Master, so get out. I don't have time for games and you have failed the simplest tests today." She burst into tears and crawled across the floor to him. She grabbed his legs almanbahis giriş and looked up, pleading, "Please Master, I was foolish and disobedient today, but I want to serve you more than anything in the world. If you give me another chance, you will see that I truly mean it. Please Master. I need you." He pushed her away and sat quietly. She sat on the floor, sobbing. Her head was down and she was drained. "You are so pathetic," he said. "I can't believe I am such a bad judge of character that I would waste my time on someone as wretched as you. You are like a little child, taking shortcuts, and lying about your mistakes and denying your self." "Yes Master. I am all of those things. I cannot deny that because the truth is so painfully obvious. I do not deserve your patience and guidance. Nevertheless, Master, I look in your eyes as I tell you that I do want to serve you and I will prove myself to you if you give me one more chance. Please Master. I know I am useless without you. Make me something worthwhile by being your servant." He was moved by her sincerity and he motioned for her to stand up. "You have but one chance. Do not fail, for if you do, I will not even speak to you or of you again." She bowed and fell around his feet and kissed them in gratitude. "But you will be punished severely for your bad judgment and for failing to obey me." Her eyes were wide as she heard these words. Chills ran down her spine. She was frightened and excited. "Remove your clothes. Go to the bathroom and then go get a drink. Then, sit at the edge of the bed. I need to get a few things and I will be right back." She did as told and sat shaking as she waited. Chapter 6 Soon he returned. She sat nervously waiting for him to do something. He moved to a table next to the frame, and with his back to her, he placed some things on it. She could not see what he had or what he was doing. He turned to her and motioned her to come where stood in the middle of the frame. She walked to him and stood, resigned to her immediate fate. He tied her wrists and hoisted her arms up. This time he was rougher and he strained to reach high enough so she would not feel the cord cutting into her. He kicked her legs apart with his boots and tied cords to her ankles. She felt the cords bite into her, without the softness of the cuffs. She suddenly realized that he planned to punish her severely. His hands were rough and he tied her impatiently. Soon he had secured the cords back to the frame, and he walked back to the table, leaving her straining against the cords. It had been only a few minutes since he started restraining her, but she was already tiring. He came back to her, reached behind her, unsnapped her bra, and slid it forward. "Didn't I tell you to remove your clothes?" he asked. He did not wait for her reply. He was unable to remove it over her arms, so he went back to his table and returned with scissors and promptly cut her straps so he could remove the bra. Her heart was racing now, as she became more frightened. This had become very serious. He grabbed her panties and tore them off her. He ripped them in two and let the pieces hang on her calves above the cords. He stood back and looked at her with disdain. "Even when you are going to be punished, you disobey me," he said. "I planned to remove my underwear before you started Master," she answered. "Just shut up." He held a ball gag up so she could see it clearly, and then he placed it against her lips. She had never been gagged before, but she had an idea how it worked and opened her mouth wide as he placed it in and fastened the strap in the back. Now she was silenced. He held his open hands before her for a moment before he slapped her breasts. His palm stung as he struck her nipples and fleshy breasts. The moaned with each blow. He breasts were flailed and knocked swaying back and forth. She braced herself as well as she could in her position, but it was difficult to keep still as he continued his assault of her breasts. She groaned from the pain, but mostly from the sadness, she felt as she looked into his face and saw contempt and anger. He looked deep into her eyes as he slapped her. His hands were pink from the slaps, but not as dark as her flesh. She was red and her nipples stood hard from the attacks. She was in pain, but was also stimulated. She wished he could not see that she was getting some pleasure from this torture. When he tired, he sat in his chair across the room and stared at her for a few minutes. Then he left the room and returned with a glass. He sat back down and drank, refreshing himself. She hung from the frame, drained, sore, and hurting. Her eyes looked like those of a trapped animal, uncertain of its fate. She saw him return to the table and watched him come to her side. He held up a cane. It was about three feet long and was limber and thin. He snapped it in the air to show its flexibility. He stood behind her, and she took a deep breath, waiting. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. She felt needle like stings across her legs. Screams built up deep in her lungs but were trapped by her gag, and she could only snort through her nose to release that built up burst of air. Her mind was panicked and she was begging inside for mercy...for release...for an end to his switching. However, he continued, cane against her thighs and calves in the back and then the front. Moreover, tears filled her eyes as she hung from the frame, the cords now pulling into her wrists. She was weak and unable to support herself adequately to hold her arms up high. She prayed for an end to this. She became aware that he was no longer switching her and she looked around to see where he was. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him stretching out a bright fabric cord. He strung it out on the floor then rolled it up in a loose loop over his arm. When he had it all played out and then looped, he came to her and started to wrap it around her breasts. He pulled the fabric tight around her breasts and then connected the loops together. Her breasts were constricted and held tightly in the strips and made to stand out from her chests in pointed cone shapes. She could feel the tightness and easily see her tits standing out in front of her in some grotesque cartoonish fashion. When he had used all of the strips, he took his thumbs and forefingers and pulled her nipples, stretching them out. Then he pinched them, squeezing and tightly gripping them, flattening them. She closed her eyes, hoping to get lost in some memory that would take her away. However, there was no escape as he abused her captive nipples. He soon tired of the nipple game and went back to the table. He returned after a few seconds and clamped clothespins to her nipples. They were already so sensitive and tender from his pinches and pulls that they pulsed and throbbed with pain under the pressure of the clamps. He left the room for a few minutes, as she stood there, racked in misery. She was aware of his presence next when she felt him releasing her ankles. "Stand up correctly" he said. She struggled to move her legs together, but was stiff and any movement brought pain. He then released the rope from the frame and undid her wrists. She staggered to gain her balance. He held her until she was steady, then took her hand and led her to his chair. She stood there waiting for instruction. He went to the table and brought a few items, which he set down beside the chair. Then he sat down, and pulled her across his lap. She laid face down, her ass up in the air and her upper body hanging down, as were her legs. His hands felt the fullness of her ass, and then down her thighs. She started to relax a little. After a few moments of touching her, he stopped. She looked back to see him pulling on a pair of very tight leather gloves. She looked away quickly. The first blow on her buttocks surprised her. The second blow knocked the air out of her lungs. The third blow jarred her all over. Each successive blow on her ass shot pain through her body. Her ass was on fire as he spanked her unmercilessly. His hands were almost orchestrated and choreographed as they slapped and spanked her ass over and repeatedly. She cried uncontrollably as he spanked her naked ass. Pink welts rose on her as he continued. Her ass heaved in the air as he rained blow after blow on her. Minutes passed until he finally stopped. She had lost all sense of time and was only vaguely aware that he had ceased. He removed his gloves and examined her ass to be certain she was not bleeding or hurt other than red bruises. His hands massaged her round buttocks and she felt him gently and tenderly caressing her, almost as if he were apologising for his spanking by those caressing touches. His hands covered her and she felt his finger slip down between her legs, almost tentatively at first. Then she felt in move deeper and slip inside her. His finger massaged and probed in her slit and rubbed against her lips. He pulled back for a second and then returned his hand. This time inserting two, then three fingers into her pussy. She moaned as she felt them, moving in and out and touching her deep inside. She moved her legs apart as much as possible, welcoming his hand and fingers. When he had opened her up and she was soaking wet, he stopped for a few seconds. Then she felt a semi-hard object moving between her legs and forcing her pussy open even more. He pushed the dildo further inside her until it was at least six inches inside. He stopped and left it there. She felt his fingers now massaging around her asshole. Slow circling massages and caresses. Relaxing and soothing her muscles. Then a finger pushing against her puckered muscle. Pushing slowly, then stopping for a moment and then pushing again. Soon she felt his finger in her ass. He was still, as she relaxed as much as possible. Then he began to rub his finger in circles and stroke it in and out, and she liked that feeling and relaxed more. He removed the finger and she felt another object pressing against her hole. Smaller than the other one, but still larger than his finger. She felt a cold liquid dripping on her, lubricating the toy. Now it slipped into her ass easier. She sighed as she felt it filling her ass and pressing against the other toy deep in her pussy. She felt his hands unfasten the gag and then pull it away from her. She stretched her jaws and bit down a few times to make them work again. He pushed her off his lap. She stood before him. Her tits were still bound and clamped. Her pussy and ass were filled by dildos. She was red all over from her beatings, caning, and spankings. He motioned for her to kneel before him. She knelt down between his legs and looked into his eyes. He held her face in his hands and stared back. Then she heard his zipper, as he unfastened his pants. She dared not break the eye contact, but she could see in her peripheral vision his hand reaching into his pants, and then pulling his cock out. He took her head with one hand and pushed her down. His cock was hard and he moved her lips to it. She looked up. "Suck my cock," he said. She sucked it deep into her mouth and hungrily sucked and licked and devoured it. She moaned with him as she pulled it deep into her mouth, feeling his balls against her chin and the velvety head back against her throat. She gulped air as she stroked it in and out, relishing the feeling of his hot meat filling her mouth. Pulsing, throbbing, hot. She played it with her lips and sucked it with her throat and held it tight between her lips, eager to please, and desperate for his approval. Moreover, he let her pleasure him, and soon he held her head tight in his hands and she felt him stiffen and then stop moving as he shot his hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed quickly as load after load pumped into her. In addition, she stroked his shaft, urging the last drops out and onto her lips. He sat back and watched as she cleaned his cock off and licked the last wetness away. She was so excited that she squirmed over the toys inside her. She started to reach down to move them for her pleasure, but he stopped her. "You have not earned the right to that pleasure", he said. "Go lie on the bed and rest, but do not touch yourself." She waddled to the bed and lay down. He sat in his chair and watched her for almost an hour. Finally, he said, "Go clean up and get dressed. Take those out and off and leave them on the table. I have things to do. Go home. Perhaps I will call you sometime when I feel charitable." She did as he said.
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