Unknown - Her brute master

"Whatever you wish, Master," I said, without letting go of His cock.

Eventually, we both drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I was brought rudely into wakefulness by His hand painfully twisting my hair.

"What have we here?" He had pushed the covers off the bed, exposing our nakedness. He twisted my hair in His fist even tighter, causing me great pain. "What were your instructions, bitch?"

"To suck you all night, Sir."

"Just 'all night'?"

"No, Master," tears ran down my cheeks and I gasped with pain as He twisted my hair savagely in His fist. "To suck you continually all night."

"And did you?"

"No, Master, I fell asleep."

"You fell asleep. What punishment do you think you deserve for that?"

"Any punishment you think is appropriate, Master."

Without letting go of my hair, He got out of bed, dragging me after Him. He strode down the hall to His pleasure room, holding my head down at His side. I had to crawl along on my hands and knees, moving as fast as I could to keep up. It was humiliating as well as painful.

When we got to the pleasure room He slammed the door behind us and flung me to the center of the flour.

"Any punishment I think appropriate, eh? Do you really want to subject yourself to ANY punishment I think is appropriate?"

I stayed on my hands and knees and lowered my head to the floor, salaaming before Him. "Yes, Master."

"What if I were to tell you that the appropriate punishment was for you to be banished from my house forever?"

"Please, Master, I am weak. Please train me to serve you better."

"What if I were to tell you that the appropriate punishment was for you to die a slow and painful death?"

"Master," I said, trembling, "I rely on your mercy and good judgment."

He waited a few moments while I groveled at His feet, not raising my head from the carpet. "I shall have my breakfast, now. While I am eating I will give some thought to your punishment. I suggest you do the same."

After He left I got up and explored the room again, looking for something, anything, that could be used to soothe His anger without banishing me from His house.

In the second closet, the one not used for cleaning supplies, I found a straight-backed chair. In the other display case, the one not used for dildoes, were some leather whips, I selected a long, thin one. The leather was soft and flexible. I hit myself across the calf with it. It stung sharply and left a thin red welt without breaking the skin or doing any permanent damage. In one of the drawers in that display case I found some shackles and hand-cuffs. I chose four chrome-plated pairs that had the keys attached.

I moved everything out to the center of the room and arranged the scene I wanted Him to find when He returned. I wanted Him to see that I was truly repentant and deserving of His forgiveness. I was willing to accept His discipline. No, not just willing, eager to accept His loving training and stern discipline.

I placed the chair in the center of the room with the hack to the door. I placed the whip and the keys to the handcuffs beside it. Then I attached one set of handcuffs to each of my wrists and ankles. The feel of cold metal against my skin gave me an unexpected thrill.

I stood behind the chair and attached the hand-cuffs on my ankles to the chair legs, above the cross braces so they wouldn't slip off. Then I bent over and attached the other handcuffs, the ones on my wrists to the front legs of the chair, again being careful to hook them above the cross braces. It was a little tricky, attaching the last one using only one hand, but I was able to do it after only a couple of tries.

There I was, completely naked and helpless, bent over and handcuffed to a chair, unable to move or save myself, completely reliant on Him to help me. I looked over to the whip on the floor beside me. Would He use it? Would He give me a simple lashing for my punishment? Or would He require a more elaborate form of discipline.

I remembered that in the same case where I found this one, there were several other whips, some were long and wicked looking. There was one that made me shudder to recall. It was a cat-o-nine-tails, each thong was over two feet long and had a metal bead attached to the end. There was something dark brown encrusted on those beads. I was afraid that it was probably blood. I didn't want mine to join it. I hoped He would be satisfied with the punishment I had prepared for Him.

I continued waiting. Hours passed. I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. Bent over the chair as I was, my legs started to fall asleep from lack of circulation. I bent my knees and wriggled my hips rhythmically, trying to restore some circulation before they became completely numb. My head started to ache and throb as well. I wished I had waited before shackling myself in that way. I was giving myself more punishment than I would otherwise have received.

Finally, my master returned. I heard His footsteps approaching from down the hall. The doorknob turned and the door sighed open, letting in a gust of cool air. I stopped moving and waited, holding my breath, hoping for the best.

"Well, well, well." I could hear the slight smile in His voice. My heart leaped in my chest. Everything was going to be all right. He was going to forgive me! "I see you have been giving the problem some thought." He walked around, making a slow, leisurely circle around my chair. When He came into my field of vision, I could see that He had put on a white, silk dressing gown. It flattered His darkly tanned skin and curly dark hair.

He stood to one side, His hands on His hips, looking down at me. I gazed up at Him, trying to appear as meek as possible. I was thrilled and delighted to see an unmistakable bulge in the front of His gown. I couldn't help smiling.

"Yes, yes," He laughed at me, "your little idea has worked." He hunkered down on His heels and pushed my hair out of my face so He could see me better. "Believe me when I tell you that I had something rather different in mind for your punishment, something not quite so subtle as what you have devised."

"I only hope I can atone for my error and win back your love and approval."

"That sounds like a set speech." He petted my head, again, like a dog's. "Do you mean it sincerely?"

For an answer, I craned my neck and kissed His hand, using my tongue.

"We shall see," He said, "we shall see."

He stood up and took off His robe. It was the first time I had ever seen Him completely naked that I could get a good look at Him. He was slightly over six feet tail, dark curly hair, deep blue eyes, and had a slim, muscular body that was evenly tanned from head to foot.

His ten-inch member was hard and stuck straight out in front of Him. I was grateful and relieved that I was able to arouse Him like that. He walked around and stood directly in front of me.

"Look at me," He ordered.

I had to lean my elbows on the seat and crane my head back to see Him. His cock was right in front of my face.

"See what you've done to me. My member is painfully swollen."

"I'm sorry, Master. How may I relieve your discomfort?"

Without speaking He merely pushed His prick forward, between my lips. I opened my mouth to accept Him. After having already sucked Him so many times yesterday and last night I was feeling more at home with His cock in my mouth than not. He moved it back and forth a few times, fucking me gently in the mouth and then pressed further in.

Inexorably, I felt the head of His cock move down my throat. With my head tilted back like that my throat and mouth were in a straight line. He had no trouble getting all ten inches into me. His pubic hair brushed and scratched my nose. I was having a good deal of trouble breathing and my gag reflex was trying to make me retch, but I managed to suppress it and merely moaned with pleasure. I was proud to finally be able to give someone a "deep throat" blow job, and I was grateful that it was this wonderful, domineering man, my new master, who had made me do it for Him.