Master K Punishes A Bad Girl pt 1
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Kink left the room and entered his private office. He turned to the houses master computer control and turned the temperature for the master suite down to fifty five degrees. A body had more than one basic need and a lack of food with a lack of heat should hurry the process along. He felt as though he hadn’t slept in a week and lay down on the couch to catch a short nap before he went to again offer his Kitten comfort.
He woke two hours later and set the computer to start warming the master suite in another thirty minutes. He then went into the kitchen where he retrieved the fruit, poured more juice and made fresh coffee. He again carried the items upstairs. Arriving at the door to his room he was greeted by the sight of Kitten huddled on the bed shivering. He put down the tray and went to her, retrieving the down comforter from the bottom of the bed. “Here now little girl if you had called out for me I would have made sure you were warm”, he crooned to her taking her into his arms, “I know how much you hate the cold Kitten I won’t let you be cold anymore”. She came to him willingly, snuggling up close to him, shivering almost uncontrollably. He wrapped himself and the comforter around her and held her tight against his body heat. He knew there were other battles to come but he’d take each small victory over her and savor it.
It wasn’t long before she had warmed and the room was again a comfortable temperature. “Kink, she whispered to him her voice muffled into his neck, Kink, I have to go”,… Kink shushed her. He didn’t want this battle now. There were other days to come and she hadn’t eaten or drank anything since last night. “Come on, you need a shower. I’ll take you to the bathroom just this once. It’s a privilege you have to earn but since I have to take you there anyway and because you have quit yelling I’ll take you now”. He left her wrists in cuffs and chained together but released her shackles from the bed. As he helped her up he told her firmly, “This is the only time I’m taking you to the bathroom today. You will take care of your needs and then I will wash you. When we are done I will bring you back to the bed and restrain you again until I have time to see to your punishment. I will also give you something to eat and drink. Do you understand me? As long as you behave it won’t get any worse for you.”
In the black marble bath Kink sat her on the toilet and then gave her a small amount of space. He knew she wasn’t happy about him being there but she didn’t voice her objection out loud. He stripped off his clothing set the lights to a very dim level and adjusted the water temperature. He had left the mitts covering her hands and when she was done she softly said, “paper”, letting him know and he saw to her needs. He then took off the mitts and the blindfold and led her into the shower with him. As she kept her jaw clenched tight and glared at him he washed her hair and body with the scented body wash. He took extra care to add the caresses and soothing strokes he knew would ease her and mentally grinned at her silent show of temper.
He had mentally scheduled seven to ten days for this phase and he was aware there would be more tests of will but thankfully she was one of the most intelligent people he knew, male or female and she was weighing her options in favor of acquiescence. After they were both washed he dried her delicately with a warmed towel and then picking up the mitts and blindfold led her back into the overlarge bedroom.
This step was critical to his plan and he guided her very slowly into his room. She was familiar with how it normally looked. They had played chess in front of the fire, had both political and philosophical discussions in the sitting area. He needed her to note all of the changes before he blindfolded her again.
Her eyes widened with each sweep they made of the room. The dog cage with the food bowls sat prominently off to the side but within sight of the bed. The tens unit was on the night stand, floggers, whips, crops now hung on the walls, all the tools of his trade. The chain flogger lay across the footboard while the dresser was covered with an assortment of clamps gags and candles.
She eyes grew wider and wider as they darted about the room. By the time he got her settled on the bed she looked like one of those waif paintings that were all eyes. He was proficient at what he did and had the chains reattached and shortened before she knew it. She just stared at him as he put the mitts back on her hands. It wasn’t until he went to reapply the blindfold that she whimpered and whispered “no, please”. Kink ignored her and reattached the leather behind her head. Only one tear had fallen and as we wiped it away he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. “I need you to learn I’m here for you little girl, I need you to be positive in your heart and soul that I will take care of you. Now I’m going to get you something to eat and drink”
Kink returned to the bed carrying the tray the carafes had kept the coffee hot and the juice cold. He sat on the bed beside her. Put a linen napkin over her lap and held the glass of orange pineapple juice up to her mouth. Kink cringed as she took a big swallow not knowing how anyone could drink that mix but he knew she loved it. He knew so much about her. Her wants, her needs, her likes and dislikes. They had started their relationship on a completely different level than any other in his past.
She had waltzed into his life just asking a couple of simple questions by private message that he hadn’t minded answering. She had been fascinated by a chain link flogger he had built. She had seen it on the internet on a porn site of all places and wanted to hire him to build her one. He was not interested. His professional life was certainly a caliber above building floggers! His natural assumption had been she was into the lifestyle and was either a sub or a Domme. As he sat patiently feeding her sliced strawberries and peaches interspersed with drinks of juice and ice water he thought back to the day she had invaded his world. He had originally turned her down and sent her a general outline of how to make one herself. He had not expected to ever hear from her again.
It had been two weeks later that his doorbell had rung on a Saturday mid-morning. He had opened the door to see a bright eyed cheeky little thing standing there. She was wearing his least favorite attire for women skin tight jeans and a t-shirt. He had been so taken aback by her blinding smile that when she had blurted out in a single breath, “Hi! Remember me? I know you weren’t expecting me quite so soon. Can I come in?” Stunned he had actually stepped aside and let her in. She had stepped past him pulling a small suitcase with her, suitcase? Remember her? Expecting her? Only two truly coherent thoughts had registered; one was that she was an American the other was he couldn’t possibly remember her, he had never seen her before in his life, he knew he had never seen her before in his life, because if he had ever seen her before in his life, he would never have forgotten her. The only verbal response he had made to the babbling onslaught had been,” excuse me”? The tiny little five-foot three inch pixie had smiled blindingly again looking up at his six foot five and said “I wasn’t clear on the directions you gave me, you know for the chain flogger”? I was in the neighborhood, just passing by so I thought I’d just stop in and ask for some clarification. With that announcement she had beamed him another one of those smiles. Where the hell where his sunglasses?
He had replied with the only thing he could think to say, “excuse me”? He had never been so dumbfounded in his life. Since he was just staring at her, she had continued to babble on. “Of course if this is a bad time, I can just wait outside on your stoop until a better time. It’s not supposed to rain all day, just a storm passing through. As if the very gods were working with her and against him, this last announcement had been accompanied by a rolling grumble of thunder and a flash of lightning. “No, no”, he finally managed, “you can’t just stay on my stoop”! “Oh. Thank goodness, I thought for a minute you weren’t going to ask me to stay”! With that has come another fifty thousand watt smile.
He at last had enough of his senses back to focus on at least one thing she had said. “You were in the neighborhood, just passing by? Where do you live”? Again with the smile, he really needed his shades. “Oh, I live in D.C.”, she had replied as if it were the next street over. “D.C.? As in Washington? The United States? and you were just passing by my door? Not to mention how did you know this was my door”? He grumbled. “Oh, ok, you were a little bit out of the way but I had a chance to hitch a ride on a flight coming here for the conference and well my friend looked you up for me, of course”. She had said this last as though he was the one not making any sense. “Your friend”? He queried. “Yes, he works at one of those initial places” she said with a wave of her arm. “You know how Washington is, everyone has initials. FBI,CIA, NSA I forget, one of those”. He was a Dom; she had found him on a porn site. He had subs in frequently and had a dungeon in the house. He was also a prominent scientist. Now some initials in Washington had his name and address? She wasn’t very big, maybe he could hide the body! No, better not she seemed to have friends in high places.
About then she turned her head, “enough Kink, I’m full”. She had eaten most of what he had brought up to her with no complaint. “Good girl, you ate most of it. Would you like some coffee”? She shook her head to indicate no, “maybe later”. With that she turned her back to him. She moved as far from him as the chains allowed and lay down. All right, he thought so everything wasn’t rosy it was only the first day. At least she wasn’t fighting him and she had eaten. He cleaned up the remnants of the makeshift meal and took the tray away to the wet bar. With that he leaned back in his recliner and continued to reminisce about the day they met.
“Ah, look Miss, let me call my car and my driver will take you to your hotel”, he had said this hopefully expecting to be able to get rid of her in short order. At that exact moment the skies had opened. It had begun pouring rain with thunder and lightning as added special effects. A major storm and the streets would be flooded in no time. He had called his driver only to be reminded he had said he didn’t need his car and Martin had put it in for servicing. He really had pissed of the Gods it seemed. As he had turned back to her she had beamed at him again and said, “about that hotel, ah, it seems with the conference in town and I didn’t call ahead, and I ah, I don’t seem to have a hotel room. His eyes had gotten as big as hers were. “Excuse me? What do you mean you didn’t get a room”? He glanced between the raging storm outside his window and the pixie in his living room. Pixie hell, he’d thought, she’s no pixie she’s a fucking demon! My own personal tiny fucking demon. When he had queried what she was going to do, she again blinded him with a smile and shrugged, “I don’t take up much room and I don’t eat much either, maybe you could spare your couch? I had a chance to catch the flight and I thought it would be a good time to make my flogger! Please?”
“Oh No. No. No. You have to call someone, You certainly can’t expect to stay here. You know it’s not alright for you to be here. You have to go. An enormous boom of thunder and a crack of lightning accompanied his babbling statement. Christ, he had been babbling maybe she was contagious. “Besides you’re wearing jeans”. She had looked down at her jeans as if he was the one that wasn’t making sense. “Jeans”? She’d questioned. “Yeah, you have to go I don’t allow my subs to wear jeans. That was it she had flashed her smile and said “oh, well thank goodness then! I’m not a sub. Not yours or anyone’s so it’s perfectly ok for me to stay. Thank you, so very much. Where should I put my bag”? Steamrolled. All 6’5” of him steamrolled by no more than 5’3” of her. What the fuck! Looking back she had done a remarkable job. At the time she had come off as a complete ditz. Thus when she boxed him in he had been completely blindsided. He looked across the room at her and grinned, she had some cheek! Here it was five weeks later and she was still in his house, still wearing jeans and in her own room. Well, she had been now she was in his and he was going to keep her. He still had seven weeks of her hiatus to work with.
To be continued
He woke two hours later and set the computer to start warming the master suite in another thirty minutes. He then went into the kitchen where he retrieved the fruit, poured more juice and made fresh coffee. He again carried the items upstairs. Arriving at the door to his room he was greeted by the sight of Kitten huddled on the bed shivering. He put down the tray and went to her, retrieving the down comforter from the bottom of the bed. “Here now little girl if you had called out for me I would have made sure you were warm”, he crooned to her taking her into his arms, “I know how much you hate the cold Kitten I won’t let you be cold anymore”. She came to him willingly, snuggling up close to him, shivering almost uncontrollably. He wrapped himself and the comforter around her and held her tight against his body heat. He knew there were other battles to come but he’d take each small victory over her and savor it.
It wasn’t long before she had warmed and the room was again a comfortable temperature. “Kink, she whispered to him her voice muffled into his neck, Kink, I have to go”,… Kink shushed her. He didn’t want this battle now. There were other days to come and she hadn’t eaten or drank anything since last night. “Come on, you need a shower. I’ll take you to the bathroom just this once. It’s a privilege you have to earn but since I have to take you there anyway and because you have quit yelling I’ll take you now”. He left her wrists in cuffs and chained together but released her shackles from the bed. As he helped her up he told her firmly, “This is the only time I’m taking you to the bathroom today. You will take care of your needs and then I will wash you. When we are done I will bring you back to the bed and restrain you again until I have time to see to your punishment. I will also give you something to eat and drink. Do you understand me? As long as you behave it won’t get any worse for you.”
In the black marble bath Kink sat her on the toilet and then gave her a small amount of space. He knew she wasn’t happy about him being there but she didn’t voice her objection out loud. He stripped off his clothing set the lights to a very dim level and adjusted the water temperature. He had left the mitts covering her hands and when she was done she softly said, “paper”, letting him know and he saw to her needs. He then took off the mitts and the blindfold and led her into the shower with him. As she kept her jaw clenched tight and glared at him he washed her hair and body with the scented body wash. He took extra care to add the caresses and soothing strokes he knew would ease her and mentally grinned at her silent show of temper.
He had mentally scheduled seven to ten days for this phase and he was aware there would be more tests of will but thankfully she was one of the most intelligent people he knew, male or female and she was weighing her options in favor of acquiescence. After they were both washed he dried her delicately with a warmed towel and then picking up the mitts and blindfold led her back into the overlarge bedroom.
This step was critical to his plan and he guided her very slowly into his room. She was familiar with how it normally looked. They had played chess in front of the fire, had both political and philosophical discussions in the sitting area. He needed her to note all of the changes before he blindfolded her again.
Her eyes widened with each sweep they made of the room. The dog cage with the food bowls sat prominently off to the side but within sight of the bed. The tens unit was on the night stand, floggers, whips, crops now hung on the walls, all the tools of his trade. The chain flogger lay across the footboard while the dresser was covered with an assortment of clamps gags and candles.
She eyes grew wider and wider as they darted about the room. By the time he got her settled on the bed she looked like one of those waif paintings that were all eyes. He was proficient at what he did and had the chains reattached and shortened before she knew it. She just stared at him as he put the mitts back on her hands. It wasn’t until he went to reapply the blindfold that she whimpered and whispered “no, please”. Kink ignored her and reattached the leather behind her head. Only one tear had fallen and as we wiped it away he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. “I need you to learn I’m here for you little girl, I need you to be positive in your heart and soul that I will take care of you. Now I’m going to get you something to eat and drink”
Kink returned to the bed carrying the tray the carafes had kept the coffee hot and the juice cold. He sat on the bed beside her. Put a linen napkin over her lap and held the glass of orange pineapple juice up to her mouth. Kink cringed as she took a big swallow not knowing how anyone could drink that mix but he knew she loved it. He knew so much about her. Her wants, her needs, her likes and dislikes. They had started their relationship on a completely different level than any other in his past.
She had waltzed into his life just asking a couple of simple questions by private message that he hadn’t minded answering. She had been fascinated by a chain link flogger he had built. She had seen it on the internet on a porn site of all places and wanted to hire him to build her one. He was not interested. His professional life was certainly a caliber above building floggers! His natural assumption had been she was into the lifestyle and was either a sub or a Domme. As he sat patiently feeding her sliced strawberries and peaches interspersed with drinks of juice and ice water he thought back to the day she had invaded his world. He had originally turned her down and sent her a general outline of how to make one herself. He had not expected to ever hear from her again.
It had been two weeks later that his doorbell had rung on a Saturday mid-morning. He had opened the door to see a bright eyed cheeky little thing standing there. She was wearing his least favorite attire for women skin tight jeans and a t-shirt. He had been so taken aback by her blinding smile that when she had blurted out in a single breath, “Hi! Remember me? I know you weren’t expecting me quite so soon. Can I come in?” Stunned he had actually stepped aside and let her in. She had stepped past him pulling a small suitcase with her, suitcase? Remember her? Expecting her? Only two truly coherent thoughts had registered; one was that she was an American the other was he couldn’t possibly remember her, he had never seen her before in his life, he knew he had never seen her before in his life, because if he had ever seen her before in his life, he would never have forgotten her. The only verbal response he had made to the babbling onslaught had been,” excuse me”? The tiny little five-foot three inch pixie had smiled blindingly again looking up at his six foot five and said “I wasn’t clear on the directions you gave me, you know for the chain flogger”? I was in the neighborhood, just passing by so I thought I’d just stop in and ask for some clarification. With that announcement she had beamed him another one of those smiles. Where the hell where his sunglasses?
He had replied with the only thing he could think to say, “excuse me”? He had never been so dumbfounded in his life. Since he was just staring at her, she had continued to babble on. “Of course if this is a bad time, I can just wait outside on your stoop until a better time. It’s not supposed to rain all day, just a storm passing through. As if the very gods were working with her and against him, this last announcement had been accompanied by a rolling grumble of thunder and a flash of lightning. “No, no”, he finally managed, “you can’t just stay on my stoop”! “Oh. Thank goodness, I thought for a minute you weren’t going to ask me to stay”! With that has come another fifty thousand watt smile.
He at last had enough of his senses back to focus on at least one thing she had said. “You were in the neighborhood, just passing by? Where do you live”? Again with the smile, he really needed his shades. “Oh, I live in D.C.”, she had replied as if it were the next street over. “D.C.? As in Washington? The United States? and you were just passing by my door? Not to mention how did you know this was my door”? He grumbled. “Oh, ok, you were a little bit out of the way but I had a chance to hitch a ride on a flight coming here for the conference and well my friend looked you up for me, of course”. She had said this last as though he was the one not making any sense. “Your friend”? He queried. “Yes, he works at one of those initial places” she said with a wave of her arm. “You know how Washington is, everyone has initials. FBI,CIA, NSA I forget, one of those”. He was a Dom; she had found him on a porn site. He had subs in frequently and had a dungeon in the house. He was also a prominent scientist. Now some initials in Washington had his name and address? She wasn’t very big, maybe he could hide the body! No, better not she seemed to have friends in high places.
About then she turned her head, “enough Kink, I’m full”. She had eaten most of what he had brought up to her with no complaint. “Good girl, you ate most of it. Would you like some coffee”? She shook her head to indicate no, “maybe later”. With that she turned her back to him. She moved as far from him as the chains allowed and lay down. All right, he thought so everything wasn’t rosy it was only the first day. At least she wasn’t fighting him and she had eaten. He cleaned up the remnants of the makeshift meal and took the tray away to the wet bar. With that he leaned back in his recliner and continued to reminisce about the day they met.
“Ah, look Miss, let me call my car and my driver will take you to your hotel”, he had said this hopefully expecting to be able to get rid of her in short order. At that exact moment the skies had opened. It had begun pouring rain with thunder and lightning as added special effects. A major storm and the streets would be flooded in no time. He had called his driver only to be reminded he had said he didn’t need his car and Martin had put it in for servicing. He really had pissed of the Gods it seemed. As he had turned back to her she had beamed at him again and said, “about that hotel, ah, it seems with the conference in town and I didn’t call ahead, and I ah, I don’t seem to have a hotel room. His eyes had gotten as big as hers were. “Excuse me? What do you mean you didn’t get a room”? He glanced between the raging storm outside his window and the pixie in his living room. Pixie hell, he’d thought, she’s no pixie she’s a fucking demon! My own personal tiny fucking demon. When he had queried what she was going to do, she again blinded him with a smile and shrugged, “I don’t take up much room and I don’t eat much either, maybe you could spare your couch? I had a chance to catch the flight and I thought it would be a good time to make my flogger! Please?”
“Oh No. No. No. You have to call someone, You certainly can’t expect to stay here. You know it’s not alright for you to be here. You have to go. An enormous boom of thunder and a crack of lightning accompanied his babbling statement. Christ, he had been babbling maybe she was contagious. “Besides you’re wearing jeans”. She had looked down at her jeans as if he was the one that wasn’t making sense. “Jeans”? She’d questioned. “Yeah, you have to go I don’t allow my subs to wear jeans. That was it she had flashed her smile and said “oh, well thank goodness then! I’m not a sub. Not yours or anyone’s so it’s perfectly ok for me to stay. Thank you, so very much. Where should I put my bag”? Steamrolled. All 6’5” of him steamrolled by no more than 5’3” of her. What the fuck! Looking back she had done a remarkable job. At the time she had come off as a complete ditz. Thus when she boxed him in he had been completely blindsided. He looked across the room at her and grinned, she had some cheek! Here it was five weeks later and she was still in his house, still wearing jeans and in her own room. Well, she had been now she was in his and he was going to keep her. He still had seven weeks of her hiatus to work with.
To be continued
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