The Importance of following Master s Directions
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His text was short and to the point: Go directly home. Strip down to collar. Get everything ready for me. A shiver went all the way through my body. I sent a short text in reply indicating that I understood and would comply. My pussy contracted and my clit started pulsing. I started packing up quickly and made my goodbyes for the day as naturally as I could, electrified with the knowledge that I was going home to meet my Master. I forced myself to drive the speed limit even though I wanted to defy it and race home as quickly as I could. As I pulled into my driveway at home, I felt my heart racing and my pussy growing wetter with anticipation of the sight and touch of my Master.
Inside the house, I arranged on a small table in the living room the implements I anticipated my Master might want: the belt, spoon, brush, paddle, paint mixers and rulers and whip. I also set out the medium-sized butt plug, the vibrators and the lube. I hoped that was the “everything” he had alluded to in his text. If I had forgotten something, I would pay for it.
I went into the bedroom and stripped down completely. Master had recently given me a necklace to wear which served as my collar when I was out in public. It was a simple enough chain with a heart pendant. The heart pendant seemed fairly nondescript, but anyone who looked at it closely could see that there was a tiny lock attached to it. One of my co-workers told me one day it looked “cute”. It was eye-catching and when I received compliments on it, I was grateful because to reflect upon the secret bond I had with my Master.
I poured my master’s favorite drink and placed it on the table next to the implements. I heard his footsteps approaching, so I rushed to the front door and got on my knees. When he walked in, he patted my head. I saw out of the corner of my eye, that he had a bag of ice. He walked to the table and then told me to come over to the couch and take off his boots. I crawled as quickly as I could and knelt at his feet. I removed his boots, trying to judge his temperament. From his text I could not tell if he was in a playful mood or in a mood to punish. I would find out soon enough. I set his boots aside.
“Face the front door and let me see that asshole,” he told me.
I was confused by his request, but I knew from experience not to question it. I turned, on all fours to face the front door and placed my head on the floor, my hips into the air.
“Spread those cheeks so I can really see, Slut.” I did as he asked, feeling vulnerable, but also thrilled at the chance to serve him. He placed his thumb at the opening and then massaged all around it.
“Good girl. Now face me and put your head in my lap, Slut.” I did as I was told.
“I can see that you are in a mood to disobey your Master. I told you to get ‘everything’ ready, but yet, I do not see your at-home collar, your leash, the riding crop I bought you last week. I also see that the bar of soap is missing, the nipple clamps and most importantly the rope I need to tie up my disobedient little slut. He grabbed my hair roughly and drew my head toward him.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Slut?”
“I’m sorry, Master. I was so excited to see you that I guess I forgot to put everything out, as you commanded.”
“I ‘guess’ you did”, he said, throwing my words back at me.
“I can get them now—“
He tugged my hair roughly.
“Oh, no, don’t trouble yourself, pet. I will get them and you will get double the treatment I planned for you for not following my orders completely.”
He released the grip on my hair and stood up. He grabbed a barstool from the dining room and placed it in front of me.
“Bend over that while I get what I need.”
I scrambled up to do his command. I heard him from the bedroom and the bathroom collecting the objects I hadn’t with a growing feeling of dread. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the bag of ice he had come in the door with was still resting in the living room. I had no idea what he had in mind, but I didn’t want to ask and risk arousing his displeasure with me any more than I already had.
I felt him behind me. He slapped my knees open and quickly tied my wrists and ankles to the legs of the barstool. He went over to the bag of ice and took it into the kitchen. He set it in the sink and I could hear him open it He returned and stood behind me.
‘I brought you a little present. Some ice. To reduce the swelling from the spanking I had planned. Aren’t I a thoughtful Master?’ He asked me and started painting my ass cheeks with the ice.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I replied.
‘But since you decided to disobey me…’ Here he raised his hand high in the air and brought it down very hard on my ass. I moaned at the sensation amplified by the water on my ass.
‘Since you decided to disobey me, you will get the ice before and after.’ He smacked my other cheek harder than the first and I cried out.
‘Let me tell you what is going to happen to you,’ He said and slipped his fingers inside my pussy which was dripping.
‘I am going to punish you because you obviously need a concrete reminder to follow directions. It will please me to punish your body. When my pleasure requires release, I will use your body for that release. After that, I am going to wear you out again. You are allowed to say ‘thank you’ and ‘yes, Sir’ and that is all I want to hear out of your mouth. Are we clear?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Good. Let’s begin.’
As my Master spanked and whipped me, I felt a flood of emotions wash over me. Following his commands, now, I said (or moaned or cried out) ‘thank you’ as he striped my ass.
He had never spanked me so thoroughly before and I couldn’t imagine going through a second session. I felt sorry for displeasing my Master. I felt glad that Master cared enough to make me better for his use. I felt grateful to belong to such a strong, precise and sexy Master. I felt proud to be taking the punishment without tears.
He paused once and massaged my asshole again. He applied lube on the outside and inside of the tight passageway and then I saw him lubing up the plug. He pressed two fingers inside me and moved his fingers back and forth. I knew the plug was next, so I relaxed as he pressed it all the way in. He spanked it home and that seemed to amuse him.
‘I want this to stay in, Slut. Make sure you hold it in.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
I felt the belt slide along my already sore ass. I clenched involuntarily. He patted with his hand softly until I relaxed. Then the stripes came one after another on my cheeks and on my thighs. The pain was intense and I cried out.
‘Thank you, Sir?’ he asked me and laid two harsh stripes on my thighs.
‘THANK YOU, SIR!!’ I screamed and clenched.
He stopped and stood behind me.
‘You have gotten me really hard, Slut. You need to take my dick in that ass’
I felt like I was in a haze. I heard myself say ‘Yes, Sir, Thank you, Sir’ over and over. He untied me and roughly rubbed my wrists and ankles. He stood me up and set me on the floor on all fours.
He told me to move my knees apart.
I felt him remove the plug and I felt the absence of it for a moment only before he slid his erect cock inside me. I cried out with the mixture of pleasure of his cock inside me and the pain of his thighs pressing against my ass.
He wrapped his arm around my chest and fucked my ass like an animal. His grunts of pleasure aroused me even more. I felt the pain of my punished ass and thighs and I felt the pleasure of my Master’s cock fucking and claiming his slave’s ass in the most primitive and secret way he can.
I focused on the sensations and anticipated my Master’s release feeling the explosions of joy inside me being used for his pleasure.
We lay together for a time like spoons until his heart calmed itself and he got up.
He lifted me up and led me over to the barstool once more.
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