Learning Her Place
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The sun of a pleasant and warm afternoon shone through the deep red curtains casting the room in a crimson hue . In the corner of this room I sat with my two girls, carrying light conversation with my submissive, and allowing my slave to listen on, but not a word was uttered from her lips, like the good slut she was. My submissive sat at my feet on a small stool I’d created especially for her, the soft velvet was a small comfort she’d earned, the new slave however knelt on the cold marble flooring her bare bottom I’m sure was dotted with goose bumps. As the conversation with my submissive came to a slight lull, she tilted her head down and spoke in a soft voice, her full lips parting, for a moment. “Daddy may I please be excused to freshen up for dinner?” I gave her a nod and watched as she tilted her head back, her long curls touching at her bottom, she waited patiently for a kiss as she knew I would be expecting her to. Taking a drink of my brandy, I swirled it in the cup and inhaled the aroma, enjoying making her wait. Grasping her by the chin, I pulled her forward and pressed my lips to her, catching my desire and putting it in check before I released her. Watching her stand stirred all kinds of desire deep inside of my body and soul. Her olive skin was only made more beautiful by the light from the windows. Thick thighs showed as her dress shifted with her rising, the silk of it cut up the thighs so that I could lift it easily, and catch glimpses of her lack of panties whenever I wanted. Placing a hand on my pants, I shifted slightly to the side and adjusted before I sat back and let out a puff of air, relaxing. Clearing my throat after a moment, my voice echoed slightly against the wood paneling. “I’d love a cigarette right now.” Waiting to see if she would take the cue, I was very pleased as my slave rose and returned a moment later with a cigarette. Taking it from her delicate fingertips, I took a puff then sat up straight as my slave sat where my submissive had just left.
Merie walked away from Master smiling to herself as she thought of the way he’d kissed her lips with passion, she couldn’t help but to feel slightly embarrassed as she felt her lust for him rise. Making her way to her bedroom, she slipped inside and began to rummage through her clothing, finding a beautiful silk kimono, she quickly showered and dressed before making her way back towards the study. Pausing in front of the door, she listened carefully, not wanting to disturb him one bit if he were in the midst of something important.
Lacing my fingers in her hair, I pulled her towards me, gently but steady releasing her hair as she got close enough. Raising an eyebrow I leaned forward so that her hair tickled my face, my lips close to her ear. “My aren’t we bold..” I let the gravity of my words hang in the air for a moment before I leaned back and templed my fingertips, watching her carefully. She appeared startled for a moment before she lowered her head, “Sir?” sliding my leg up and resting an ashtray on my calf, I ran my fingers through the back of her head, getting a good grip on her hair as I spoke in an even tone. “Where are you supposed to be?” She dared not look up into my eyes as she cleared her throat and tried to hide the fact that she was uncomfortable by the slight hair pulling. “You are supposed to be sitting by my side like the good little girl you are, aren’t you?” Giving a nod, she slid down and moved to my side, but not before I pulled her onto my lap and swatted her bottom a few times. This was her first mistake and my role as Master required patience, but only for so long. I knew as well that physical pain is nothing like the emotional pain that comes with being displeasing to Master. “I’m disappointed that you would even attempt to sit where a submissive sits, but I know you won’t make that same mistake again, will you girl?” I kept my face straight as I heard a sniffle escape her kneeling form. Most people viewing the scene would see me as a monster, who degraded these women, but I did not make them stay in this place, it was a decision they made on their own. “No, Master, I will not sit in a submissive’s places any longer.” Giving an approving nod, I was nearly about to start another smoke when my submissive entered. Her curls were pulled tight into a bun on top of her head, stray curls here and there lined her heart shaped face, a face I’d loved for nearly seven years. We’d started out as any normal couple would, courting and dating before she went to the dark side as it is jokingly referred to. She’d been introduced to it by her eldest sister, a woman that I’d come to know and love in my own right. She was a keen Mistress and expected results in a curt manner, a woman who had formed my wife into a perfect submissive. She did nothing without my permission, as she wanted to be most pleasing to the one that had collared her. Watching her walk forward and stop just behind my chair she didn’t even have to bother as I waved her forward. “Don’t sit though my girl. Slave bitch needs to clean it as she soiled it by sitting there.” Merie moved forward but didn’t sit as ordered, tilting my head to the side and leaning over the side so that my head hovered over slave girl, I let out a soft tsk tsk and motioned for her to come forward.
Merie watched as her Master made the girl kneel before him. This was an error that could not be forgiven in his eyes, with a simple pat on the bottom which was evidenced in the way the slave’s ass was red. Merie tried to swallow down the feeling that she herself was in trouble as she watched her Master lean forward and take the girl’s hand. Bit into her bottom lip as she was wont to do when nervous, as Master tugged off what little clothing the slave was allowed to have and ordered her to clean it. This was humiliation at its finest, and both girls were being subjected to it. He knew however that Merie had a slight taste for humiliation, as he watched the girl brush off the small ottoman. Her large breasts swaying lightly as she scrubbed hard. Snatching the cloth from the girl after a moment, he pointed her back to his side and Merie sat before him. The fact that she was his wife was well hidden from those that first came in; he didn’t want the other girls to think that at any time he showed her favoritism. He expected obedience from all of the submissive types that entered his domain. A soft smile crossed her lips as she thought of a pet Master had kept around not too long ago. The boy was not used sexually as Master felt that a pet was merely there for his own entertainment, Merie was there for the sexual urges that struck him. Just because Master hadn’t used him sexually for himself didn’t mean that Master didn’t use him sexually for other things.I bit my lip and sat back, listening to the sobbing of the slave girl.
She was trying to be as quiet as possible, but to Merie’s hearing and thereby my own, I could hear her loud and clear, sometimes I called it her bitch dog hearing, that girl Merie could hear things a mile away spoken in whispers. Her hearing brought back a memory that had been pleasurable for me, for Merie on the surface not so much. When Merie and I first entered into our contract, she’d quickly disobeyed one of my first rules, putting oneself down. I didn’t appreciate it from any of those I owned, it was almost like openly insulting my choices and I found it in strong distaste. My boy pet, one that I loved so dearly, Fido we’d taken to calling him. He was young and like a dog, he humped everything that came walking through the door, a lot of beatings with a newspaper for that one. I noticed though that he had a love for Merie, who was the one girl that wouldn’t touch him or allow herself to be touched by him. It came about though that she did deserve punishment and he was the route I saw most fit to go. She’d taken to calling herself a number of horrid things, things that one would hear directed at a disobedient a****l, but my Merie was supposed to be a gem to me. It doesn’t help when this gem constantly throws herself in the mud and destroys her value. I’d called her into a dungeon of mine and Fido had followed on her tail, as usual. “Merie, I have heard you time and time again put yourself down, I want you to understand how insulting that is to me.” At my words she’d turned her face to the floor and began to cry just as the slave girl was crying now. Fido had taken her hand and rubbed it against his face, he hated seeing her cry. “Since you speak of yourself like you are a disgusting bitch dog, then you will be treated like one.” That was when the waterworks had come, she reflected on it later, telling me that she’d cried not because of the punishment, but because it hurt her so to see the truth of things made so plain in front of her. I want to make clear that I never, not once, made Merie do anything sexual, she was always made comfortable in a way, I knew what her limits were and tried my best to never cross those boundaries that were set. At my words, Fido knelt behind her and began to sniff at the space between her legs. This made her jump as she’d not been expecting it, letting out a soft whistle he took that as his cue to take it easy on her at first and began to back down a bit. Merie knelt down near him and licked his cheek as she knew I would be expecting her to act like a canine companion to Fido. She sat there for a moment and waited as I walked to her, replacing the collar that she was used to with a choke chain, one that she’d seen me fit on Fido before he learned what the rules were. I remember crumpling the black silk of her former collar and fitting it into my pocket. Crossing my arms across my chest, I looked down at her and spoke in a firm voice. “When you learn to act like the beautiful young submissive I know you are, then you can rise up once more, until then you will eat with Fido, play with him and sleep with him.” I left the word sleep up to her own interpretation and turned my back on them, I filled the rest of my day with my regular duties while Fido introduced her to life as a bitch dog. I delighted in a way with how she went into “heat” on the days of her calendar in which she would be ovulating. I will admit that it brought a stiffness to my nether regions when she walked past me and knelt in my peripheral view while I was doing some paper work. Fido trotted up to her and dug his nose into the space between her legs, after a moment, he pushed her face into the floor and mounted her, pinning her down and taking her hard and fast, he had even invested in an attachment that allowed him to swell inside of her and lock her body to his. If she’d managed to pull away she would be in pain, so she laid there like a good slut and yelled out as he swelled inside of her and pumped every last drop of his sperm into her. I think Fido was slightly a sadist as he mounted her several times during that day, the same pained yells would echo in the chamber, but I knew that she would take only what she could stand before she came to me and begged for forgiveness.
Merie walked away from Master smiling to herself as she thought of the way he’d kissed her lips with passion, she couldn’t help but to feel slightly embarrassed as she felt her lust for him rise. Making her way to her bedroom, she slipped inside and began to rummage through her clothing, finding a beautiful silk kimono, she quickly showered and dressed before making her way back towards the study. Pausing in front of the door, she listened carefully, not wanting to disturb him one bit if he were in the midst of something important.
Lacing my fingers in her hair, I pulled her towards me, gently but steady releasing her hair as she got close enough. Raising an eyebrow I leaned forward so that her hair tickled my face, my lips close to her ear. “My aren’t we bold..” I let the gravity of my words hang in the air for a moment before I leaned back and templed my fingertips, watching her carefully. She appeared startled for a moment before she lowered her head, “Sir?” sliding my leg up and resting an ashtray on my calf, I ran my fingers through the back of her head, getting a good grip on her hair as I spoke in an even tone. “Where are you supposed to be?” She dared not look up into my eyes as she cleared her throat and tried to hide the fact that she was uncomfortable by the slight hair pulling. “You are supposed to be sitting by my side like the good little girl you are, aren’t you?” Giving a nod, she slid down and moved to my side, but not before I pulled her onto my lap and swatted her bottom a few times. This was her first mistake and my role as Master required patience, but only for so long. I knew as well that physical pain is nothing like the emotional pain that comes with being displeasing to Master. “I’m disappointed that you would even attempt to sit where a submissive sits, but I know you won’t make that same mistake again, will you girl?” I kept my face straight as I heard a sniffle escape her kneeling form. Most people viewing the scene would see me as a monster, who degraded these women, but I did not make them stay in this place, it was a decision they made on their own. “No, Master, I will not sit in a submissive’s places any longer.” Giving an approving nod, I was nearly about to start another smoke when my submissive entered. Her curls were pulled tight into a bun on top of her head, stray curls here and there lined her heart shaped face, a face I’d loved for nearly seven years. We’d started out as any normal couple would, courting and dating before she went to the dark side as it is jokingly referred to. She’d been introduced to it by her eldest sister, a woman that I’d come to know and love in my own right. She was a keen Mistress and expected results in a curt manner, a woman who had formed my wife into a perfect submissive. She did nothing without my permission, as she wanted to be most pleasing to the one that had collared her. Watching her walk forward and stop just behind my chair she didn’t even have to bother as I waved her forward. “Don’t sit though my girl. Slave bitch needs to clean it as she soiled it by sitting there.” Merie moved forward but didn’t sit as ordered, tilting my head to the side and leaning over the side so that my head hovered over slave girl, I let out a soft tsk tsk and motioned for her to come forward.
Merie watched as her Master made the girl kneel before him. This was an error that could not be forgiven in his eyes, with a simple pat on the bottom which was evidenced in the way the slave’s ass was red. Merie tried to swallow down the feeling that she herself was in trouble as she watched her Master lean forward and take the girl’s hand. Bit into her bottom lip as she was wont to do when nervous, as Master tugged off what little clothing the slave was allowed to have and ordered her to clean it. This was humiliation at its finest, and both girls were being subjected to it. He knew however that Merie had a slight taste for humiliation, as he watched the girl brush off the small ottoman. Her large breasts swaying lightly as she scrubbed hard. Snatching the cloth from the girl after a moment, he pointed her back to his side and Merie sat before him. The fact that she was his wife was well hidden from those that first came in; he didn’t want the other girls to think that at any time he showed her favoritism. He expected obedience from all of the submissive types that entered his domain. A soft smile crossed her lips as she thought of a pet Master had kept around not too long ago. The boy was not used sexually as Master felt that a pet was merely there for his own entertainment, Merie was there for the sexual urges that struck him. Just because Master hadn’t used him sexually for himself didn’t mean that Master didn’t use him sexually for other things.I bit my lip and sat back, listening to the sobbing of the slave girl.
She was trying to be as quiet as possible, but to Merie’s hearing and thereby my own, I could hear her loud and clear, sometimes I called it her bitch dog hearing, that girl Merie could hear things a mile away spoken in whispers. Her hearing brought back a memory that had been pleasurable for me, for Merie on the surface not so much. When Merie and I first entered into our contract, she’d quickly disobeyed one of my first rules, putting oneself down. I didn’t appreciate it from any of those I owned, it was almost like openly insulting my choices and I found it in strong distaste. My boy pet, one that I loved so dearly, Fido we’d taken to calling him. He was young and like a dog, he humped everything that came walking through the door, a lot of beatings with a newspaper for that one. I noticed though that he had a love for Merie, who was the one girl that wouldn’t touch him or allow herself to be touched by him. It came about though that she did deserve punishment and he was the route I saw most fit to go. She’d taken to calling herself a number of horrid things, things that one would hear directed at a disobedient a****l, but my Merie was supposed to be a gem to me. It doesn’t help when this gem constantly throws herself in the mud and destroys her value. I’d called her into a dungeon of mine and Fido had followed on her tail, as usual. “Merie, I have heard you time and time again put yourself down, I want you to understand how insulting that is to me.” At my words she’d turned her face to the floor and began to cry just as the slave girl was crying now. Fido had taken her hand and rubbed it against his face, he hated seeing her cry. “Since you speak of yourself like you are a disgusting bitch dog, then you will be treated like one.” That was when the waterworks had come, she reflected on it later, telling me that she’d cried not because of the punishment, but because it hurt her so to see the truth of things made so plain in front of her. I want to make clear that I never, not once, made Merie do anything sexual, she was always made comfortable in a way, I knew what her limits were and tried my best to never cross those boundaries that were set. At my words, Fido knelt behind her and began to sniff at the space between her legs. This made her jump as she’d not been expecting it, letting out a soft whistle he took that as his cue to take it easy on her at first and began to back down a bit. Merie knelt down near him and licked his cheek as she knew I would be expecting her to act like a canine companion to Fido. She sat there for a moment and waited as I walked to her, replacing the collar that she was used to with a choke chain, one that she’d seen me fit on Fido before he learned what the rules were. I remember crumpling the black silk of her former collar and fitting it into my pocket. Crossing my arms across my chest, I looked down at her and spoke in a firm voice. “When you learn to act like the beautiful young submissive I know you are, then you can rise up once more, until then you will eat with Fido, play with him and sleep with him.” I left the word sleep up to her own interpretation and turned my back on them, I filled the rest of my day with my regular duties while Fido introduced her to life as a bitch dog. I delighted in a way with how she went into “heat” on the days of her calendar in which she would be ovulating. I will admit that it brought a stiffness to my nether regions when she walked past me and knelt in my peripheral view while I was doing some paper work. Fido trotted up to her and dug his nose into the space between her legs, after a moment, he pushed her face into the floor and mounted her, pinning her down and taking her hard and fast, he had even invested in an attachment that allowed him to swell inside of her and lock her body to his. If she’d managed to pull away she would be in pain, so she laid there like a good slut and yelled out as he swelled inside of her and pumped every last drop of his sperm into her. I think Fido was slightly a sadist as he mounted her several times during that day, the same pained yells would echo in the chamber, but I knew that she would take only what she could stand before she came to me and begged for forgiveness.
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