"Get up slut!"
I slowly opened my eyes.
"Move it! Get into the shower NOW!"
I scurried from my sleeping mat at the foot of Master R's bed into the bathroom. I can't believe I slept through the alarm!
I'd been living with Master R for six months now. He was strict and punished disobedience severely, but, at heart, he was a kind soul. He looked after me well-- made sure I had enough to eat, exercised properly and had medical care.
Giving up my job and my old life was a huge step, but it was worth it. I love pleasing Master R. His pleasure is my only goal in life and it is through obeying him and following his guidance that I will attain that goal.
In the bathroom, I shaved-- my legs and my pussy, taking care not to arouse myself-- and stepped into the shower. I had to make sure I was squeaky clean to avoid displeasing Master R and receiving punishment.
After showering, I patted myself dry as Master R had taught me to and went to present myself to him.
He was in the living room. As I entered, I dropped to my hands and knees-- at home, I was not allowed to stand upright in his presence, unless he instructed me to do so-- and moved toward him.
I stopped in front of him. I raised my upper body and clasped my hands behind my back so that my breasts stuck out more. I raised my head high and spread my legs wide.
Master R leaned forward and pushed my long hair off my shoulders. He caressed them gently-- knowing how much he conveyed in his manner of touching.
He moved to my breasts-- flicking and pulling gently at my nipples. He moved to forward and began drawing out patterns on my tummy before touching my pussy with his fingertips-- he traced the outline of my lips, flicked my clit just once and buried to fingers inside me. His other hand gently squeezed my buttocks. I was getting aroused.
All too soon he pulled away.
"Very good Alex. You have been a good slut and cleaned yourself properly. However, your failure to wake up on time this morning will be severely punished. That's fair, is it not?"
"Yes, Master R, that's fair."
"Good. I'm glad we agree. But that punishment will have to wait for this evening. I have something planned for you today. I think I might incorporate some punishment into those tasks too though, just to reinforce the lesson. On all fours-- butt in the air."
I moved into the required position, wondering what he had in store for the day ahead-- it must be really important if he is delaying my punishment for it.
Master R stood behind me, and pulled my buttocks apart. He applied a cold lubricant to my asshole.
"Hold still and relax Alexia."
He inserted a finger as deep as it could go and pulled it out. He added more lubricant and repeated the process with two fingers.
"Good Alexia. Now the next bit is part of the punishment for disappointing me this morning."
"Yes Master R. I am sorry to have disappointed you."
"Sorry won't help you now my slut."
With that, he shoved the tip of a butt plug into my asshole-- stretching it wide apart. I honestly didn't think I could take anymore.
"Please Master R. I can't take anymore of it. It won't happen again. You can punish me in other ways."
"No! I choose how to punish you! Now if you just be quiet and still, I might consider being gentle. "
I burst into tears. Master R stopped and rubbed my buttocks as a sort of consolation.
While I was somewhat distracted, he slammed the rest of the butt plug into me.
I screamed out in pain. It felt like fire in my rear end!
"Yes, my dear slut, punishment hurts. That's why it works."
I continued to cry.
"Stand upright," he instructed.
I did so, feeling the butt plug move slightly too.
"Ok my slut. Today we're going out. Go wash your face. Empty your bladder and then I want you to put on no panties over that butt plug. Put on your short, black skirt. Wear a low-cut t-shirt-- no bra and those red stilettos. Meet me here in 5 minutes. Hurry! I'm timing you!"
He clicked something on his watch. I rushed off to do as instructed and returned quickly to the living room.
I dropped to my hands and knees and went to him.
"Ah, late again my dear slut. Six minutes and three seconds. This behaviour cannot go on."
"I'm sorry Master R. I really tried to be quick but this butt plug..."
"Slut, neither excuses nor sorry will help you now, but we do have to get going. Pull up the skirt and lay over my lap-- butt up."
I was expecting a good spanking, but he barely touched my ass. Instead, he tied some rope around my hips-- as a sort of rope belt. He then attached another piece of rope to the middle at the back-- leaving the loose end free over my buttocks.
"Turn over slut."
I did so.
He pulled the loose rope from the other side hard-- forcing it between my buttocks and pushing the butt plug in hard.
I yelped.
"Save the sound effects and spread your legs. Bend your knees."
I did so, almost in tears.
He pulled at the loose rope hard, then pulled it up against my pussy-- forcing it up against my clit-- and then tying it to the front of the rope belt he made earlier.
"Good. That will keep things in place. Stand upright."
He left the room, leaving me standing in my stilettos and short skirt with a butt plug stretching me out and rope eating into my flesh.
He returned moments later with a litre bottle of water, my pills and some porridge.
"Quick slut. We're late already. Make sure you drink all that water. I'll be back in 10 minutes. You will make sure you are done by then. Is that clear?"
"Yes Master R."
He set off. I took my pills and ate the porridge. The water was tough to drink. I was bursting before I got halfway through. I had to do it though-- I couldn't disappoint Master R further.
With much difficulty, I managed to down the last drop just as Master R returned. My tummy had expanded and I looked pregnant.
"Good slut. Now my dear Alexia, its time to get busy. You will, however, do twenty sit ups and twenty push ups first. You will do so with your knees together at all times-- like a lady. I will sit here and use the whip on you when I feel you have not put in your best effort.
I did the required exercise despite the discomfort of the butt plug, earning only two whacks.
"Ok Alexia, stand up, pull up your t-shirt and pull at your nipples away from your body while I speak to you."
I stood up, pulled up my t-shirt and pulled at my nipples.
"So Alexia, today we are going somewhere near the mall. Because you haven't had a full exercise session today, we will be walking. You will do it in those stilettos as punishment. You will not speak during that walk unless I give you express permission to do so. You will keep up with the pace I set. You will walk with your hands clasped behind your back and your legs closed tightly such that your knees rub against each other. I will from time to time spray your chest with water so as to show off your breasts. You will also have another litre of water to drink. It must be finished before we reach the mall. Any questions?"
"No Master R, no questions."
"Good. Fix your clothes and wait here."
I did so as he left the room and returned moments later with a spray bottle filled with water and two one-litre bottles. He handed me one. He opened the other and poured the other over me. It was cold but refreshing. It made my clothes and my hair cling to my body. It did put my breasts on display. My t-shirt was a pale pink, through which you could see my dark, engorged nipples. It also clung to my now large belly and the top part of my skirt stuck to the top of my buttocks-- showing to anybody that cared to look that they were spread apart.
My bladder was beginning to get full, but I dared not ask for permission to empty it now.
He led me out the house and we began our path to the mall.
The mall was only a few minutes away, but with every step I was reminded of the huge butt plug embedded inside me. My bladder was filling up. Master R was walking fairly briskly and it was hard to keep up in my stilettos. Also, I was self conscious about who was watching-- I got many stares-- and I still had to drink my water.
My bladder soon became pretty full and I knew I had to take care of it very soon. I tried giving Master R pleading looks but he only looked at my chest when he was wetting it-- never at my face.
We reached the mall. I'd finished the water and disposed of the bottle. My desperation to run to the bathroom grew stronger with every sip and every step, but it increased exponentially when I saw the restroom sign.
I knew it was wrong to ask, but I was desperate.
"Master R, may I please use the ladies room very quickly?"
I could immediately see that I had angered him.
"What did I say about no talking? You will not use the ladies room! You delayed us this morning and now you want to stop and use the ladies room! No! Let's move! NOW!"
