And he said ......
She waited, naked, alone, on her knees, blindfolded ... She heard the door open ....
shivers
What was she expecting? She had defied Him once again. Such a simple task and she failed.
She wasn't ready for Him when he arrived home. It was an easy enough task.... Skirt, no top, no panties, His drink in hand. No top.
She was shy. The panties and drink were easy but no top? How odd was it that this was the thing that messed with her head. Her insecurities had gotten the better of her... to her own detriment.
He had walked through the door, expecting obedience and finding His instructions were flauted. What choice did He have? She needed to learn. Her value was not in how she looked, it was in how well she served Him.
"Three ...... two ........." He didn't have to finish the countdown before she fled from the room. She tore off her clothes and waited. The blindfold was used in extenuating circumstances and these were such.
She had failed Him.
She knelt waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Waiting .....
The door had a slight squeak to it so she knew he had entered the room. It was no happenstance that he had requested her top off. He was testing her devotion and her commitment to Him in that He desired obedience far more than physical perfection.
A few short steps and He was within tasting distance. She could smell Him, His scent, and feel His presence so close she could have reached out and touched Him. But, she knew better. One disobedient act did not absolve all disobedience. She must now face the consequences of her doubt.
He drew closer to her and she felt the smooth glide of the crop on her back.
"Master, please." she begged. Her failure was as good as defiance. She pleaded to His softer side, yet he had none.
Smack
The crop struck her ass with the precision of a horseman. Again and again the blows fell upon her backside. Her ass cheeks were red and stinging.
"To the web" He ordered.
There was a chain metal web in the corner of the room. She scurried over and stretched herself across the chains. She felt from memory as the blindfold kept her in the dark.
"Why are you here?" He whispered in her ear.
"I've failed You, Master."
"And how have you failed Me?"
"Vanity, Master."
He pulled away from her and she hear the whip crack. She flinched.
The first strike was across her ass. The second across her shoulder. She whimpered yet help firm. Three, four, five ..... the blows fell upon her.
Was she enjoying this or fervently accepting her punishment?
He came up behind her and grasped her throat.
"Whore, are you enjoying this?" His inquiry was menacing. She trembled and honestly nodded her head. "Yes, Master."
He pushed her to the ground, back on her knees. Had she disappointed Him again?
He came behind her and pressed the dreaded object against her lips. The mouth ring was affixed to her face. Lips drawn tightly in the most unforgiving fashion. The brace spread her mouth apart and drool began to spill from her lips. There was no more room for pleas of mercy now.
"Now you are Mine."
She nodded.
On her knees she was pressed forward, ass in the air, hands splayed out in front of her.
She felt the lube coat her ass and the pressure of a plug. She pulled forward and immediately regretted her response. The gentleness with which he had been inclined was gone. The object was thrust into her ass with such force she cried out as best she could in the circumstances.
His hand was on her back as he walked in front of her.
The plug was a distraction, a painful distraction, she was not trained yet in such things.
"|'m going to fuck that pretty, little mouth of yours before I replace that plug with my cock."
"No, please!" she begged intelligibly. She shook with fear and tears began to well up in her eyes.
The blindfold was ripped from her face and His beautiful cock greeted her. How could she possibly object to getting the one thing she'd begged to receive?
His cock rammed into her throat and he pulled the back of her head toward Him. His hardness hit the back of her throat causing her to gag and drool even more. There was nothing she could do. Again and again he pulsed into her mouth causing her to pull back and gasp for air. His hand held her firmly in place and she had no choice but to accept her punishment.
Abruptly he withdrew.
Swiftly he released her mouth from the restraint.
She was wet and wanting yet terrified at the threat (promise?) of what was to come. Tears came to her eyes. She couldn't ..... He wouldn't .....
She desperately wanted to take him back into her mouth and feel his hot cum spew into the back of her throat. But she knew ..... punishment wasn't about what she wanted, it was about what He wanted. And He wanted her ass.
"Please, Master. I'm so sorry."
Her own vanity had gotten in the way of pleasing Him the easy way. Now she would pay the price.
She was still on her knees, ass raised and begging for mercy.
"My slut. My whore. You are wetter than a mid summer rain." He declared as his hand slid up from her clit to her ass where the plug remained firmly entrenched.
He tugged slightly and it slid out easily.
She was ashamed and embarrassed at how excited he had made her. However, she was a virgin in that area and she was equally terrified.
He came behind her, rubbed her clit and inserted two fingers into her wetness. "That's my girl." He cooed at her.
The tip of his cock pressed against her. "Relax," he spoke reassuringly. She could not. As much as she wanted this, she was still terrified. Her pussy dripped with anticipation, defying her reticence.
He coated his fingers with her own juices and pressed against her again. The pain/pleasure was more than she had expected and she cried out! "Please!"
Was she begging Him to stop or begging Him not to stop? She didn't know.
What she did know was that she was His. Only His. And he would do with her as He pleased.
And he said .............. "Mine!"
