Carelessness Has Its Reward

She finished folding the last few items of laundry, putting them away, and turning off the television, before going downstairs to check on supper. She was making clam chowder, which she knew He loved. She wanted everything to be perfect for her Master tonight. She would serve Him His favorite wine, and while He relaxed and unwound, she would kneel between His knees and suck His cock until He moaned and released His load of thick, warm semen into her hungry mouth. Oh, how she loved to please her Master. When He was happy, there was nothing better on Earth. It was her job to make sure He was always happy. If she did her job properly, the rewards were great. If she fucked it up, His wrath was greater.

Satisfied that the chowder was finished cooking, she turned off the stove and ran back up the stairs to double check that everything was in its place, just the way He liked it. One more look in the mirror told her that her hair was the way He liked it-neat and loose. She left it hanging down her back. She glanced at the clock and smiled. 7:55....He had said He would be home at 8 or so.

She went back downstairs to get into the required position. She picked up her kneeling pillow and moved it to where she was required to kneel when greeting Him. Removing her robe, she knelt, spreading her thighs apart and sitting back on her heels. She rested her hands on her thighs, palms up and bowed her head humbly as she waited for the sound of His jeep on the gravel in the driveway. She heard it at 7:57, and smiled with pleasure at the thought of seeing His handsome face.

She knew how it all would go. He would enter the house and walk past her, putting His things down on the chair. He would pick up the stack of mail and sort through it. He would then wander into the kitchen and get Himself a soda, stopping to pet His beloved cats. Then He would come back in the living room and circle her, slowly, knowing how uncomfortable this made her. His eyes would take in every inch of her totally exposed body. She would feel so vulnerable, embarrassed, humiliated. He would then lean over and whisper in her ear. "You are such a good girl," He would say. Then He would lean over and kiss her on top of her head, the way one would kiss a cherished child.

"Now, pet," He would say, You may look at Me." She would immediately clasp her hands behind her back, pushing her breasts out for His viewing pleasure. Then she would raise her eyes to His. He would lean over her, raise her chin with His forefinger, and look deeply in her eyes before kissing her on the mouth, parting her lips with His tongue. He would push His tongue down her throat and she would suck it as if it were His cock. He would moan into her mouth. Then he would pull away and say, "Suck your Master's cock, little slut" and she would suck like it was her last meal.

Sometimes, when she had been really good, He would let her swallow His cum. Other times He would force it down her throat and hold her head still as she choked and gagged on His enormous penis. This tended to make Him harder and He would fuck her mouth without mercy, pulling back occasionally, but only long enough for her to take a small gulp of air, before plunging His cock down her throat again. Then when He could hold out no longer, He would pull His swollen cock out of her sucking mouth and squirt His hot cum all over her face. Sometimes it went in her hair and her eyes and up her nose. She felt honored to wear His cum on her face. She felt honored when He allowed her to swallow every precious drop. In fact when He did allow it, she knelt before Him and bowed her head humbly for a few seconds before thanking Him for feeding her His nectar. When He did honor her with His seed, letting her swallow, it bound her to Him; captivated by His power. Eternally possessed by Him.

She continued kneeling, eyes downcast out of respect for her Master. She heard Him disable the security monitor and turn the doorknob to enter. She knew immediately something was amiss. He just stood there--saying nothing. She knew He was looking at her though, as she felt His eyes burning into her. She was afraid to look up. God, how she wished He would just speak--tell her what was wrong.

He was angry. The tension in the air was almost visible. She could not figure out what she had done to provoke His anger. She heard Him take a deep breath and in a very controlled voice He said, "I received a call today; apparently you did not send the electric bill out like you were told. So where is it? Did you send everything else or am I going to be getting more calls at work, bitch?"

She was frozen. She could not speak or even think. She remembered mailing everything. It was just the other day. How could this happen? She felt His hands grab her hair and yank her head back. "Look at Me when I am speaking to you, bitch!" He growled. She raised her eyes to meet His. "What have you got to say for yourself?" He asked. "Master," she gulped. "I sent the electric bill out with the rest of the bills. It was there, I saw it."

He was so angry. She did not know what else she could say. "Go upstairs and wait for Me on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees, head and shoulders down, ass up. You know the position." She got up and ran upstairs and got into the required position. She waited for what seemed hours before He finally came upstairs. In truth it was only a very few minutes. He had cooled considerably. He refused to punish her just to blow off steam. He often would just sit and chill out a bit before He came up to deal with the problem. She heard him open the closet door and wondered what was in store for her. She didn't have to wait long.

"It was a big mistake not to double check and make sure everything was there to be mailed." He said, shaking His head. Reaching into His pocket, He pulled out the envelope, which was stamped and addressed and all ready to be mailed to the electric company. She looked at it, not quite understanding where it had come from. "It was under the car seat." He stated. "I gave you 8 things to mail and it would appear only 7 things got mailed. You were very careless, my dear, and of course you will have to be taught a lesson, little one. I am afraid it's going to be a hard lesson." She shivered, thinking that this was so unjust, but not willing to say so audibly. Besides, who was she to decide what was unjust? Maybe she really did need to learn a lesson. It really had been careless of her and she was not usually a careless person. Especially when it came to things of her Master's.

She stayed on her knees with her face buried in the pillow, praying He would just do it and get it over with and knowing this was not destined to be a quick lesson.

"Now, My little slut, it appears that pain is the only stimulus that you respond to and since I want you to remember this for a long time, this is going to hurt a lot. I think that you can count on it. Of course you can still use your safe word whenever you need to and I will stop immediately. Do you understand this?" He asked. "Yes, Master," she sobbed. "Good" He said. He leaned over her and pushing her hair out of her eyes, kissed her gently on her lips. "Who am I, pet?" He asked. "You are my Master, Sir. You are the One who owns and controls me." she answered, softly. "And what are you, pet?" He asked. "I am Your submissive, Sir. Your slave, slut, servant. Your plaything. Your puppet." she answered. "And who do I love?" He asked. "You love me, Sir."

"Yes, indeed I do, pet. Do you realize that what I am doing is perfecting you? Do you know that it hurts me to have to do this?" He was firing off questions at her quickly, and before she answered one, He was asking the next. She wanted to scream, "PLEASE SIR PLEASE JUST GET IT OVER WITH!" but thought that it might not bode well for her if she did, so she kept her mouth shut. Her nerves were taut as violin strings. The air was volatile; charged with electricity, with the tension, the absolute power of One over another, the eroticism of it all. The chemistry between them was explosive. They were inalterably bound One to the other.

She waited patiently to receive the punishment He had determined she was due. It came and came hard. The paddle connected with her ass over and over. He kept raising it and paddling her red, sore ass until she thought she would go mad. He did not vary his technique or even where the paddle landed at all. Each paddle fell in exactly the same places, on each of her ass cheeks; one, then the other, over and over again, causing welts to form on her tender flesh. She cried out after each paddle and begged for mercy. "When the appropriate word is spoken, I will have mercy and not before." He said.

She knew He was hell-bent on her using her safe word. She was just as determined not to. She had always been so certain that taking His pain, however severe, would make Him happy. She thought for sure if she used her safe word He would not be as happy or proud of her. All she cared about in her entire life was making Him happy. He was all she had and all of her joy and happiness was a direct result of His.

She was a stubborn bitch, He thought to Himself. Sometimes He thought it was a control thing with her--that she did not use her safe word because she was trying to have some control in the relationship. For some reason this really pissed Him off. In His view this was pure rebelliousness and there was no place for rebelliousness in a D/s relationship. He decided that He was going to take that control away from her. If she was going to give Him anything, she was going to give Him EVERYTHING; or He was going to take it.

She was whimpering softly after each slap of the paddle fell upon her burning flesh. She told herself that eventually His arm would get tired and He would have to stop.

He had changed her entire life, everything she'd believed, every dream she had dreamed, even her values. Her viewpoints on every subject were now exactly the same as His. She had virtually lost her identity. He possessed every part of her. It felt so right. She did not miss, in the least, the person she was before she had met Master. She had given Him her very soul. Her mind, her thoughts--He controlled all. She had even given Him her tears, finally. What else did He want? She was about to find out.

Suddenly the paddling stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief although her ass was on fire. He leaned over her, wrapped His fingers in her hair and yanked her head back, and in a controlled voice--a voice which chilled her to the bone, He said, "you little fucking whore, all you are good for is to get me off. You are just a hole to stick my cock in. That is ALL you are, you bitch." He screamed in her ear. You certainly can't follow simple fucking directions. So I guess I am going to use your slutty body to get off since I can't count on you for anything else. SO, my little sorry bitch, be forewarned, you thought the paddling hurt but rest assured that was a day at the beach." She was alarmed at the venom in His voice. She was not used to it. Until now, His voice had always soothed her. Now He was scaring her. He knew He was scaring her. He could see the terror in her eyes and it tore at His heart, but He also knew she needed this if she was ever going to learn total submission, which was their goal. He demanded only her complete obedience. He only wanted from her what He knew she wanted to give--her entire being, to be controlled, to be dominated. He would accept no less.

"Lay on your back, cunt," He commanded. She turned over and looked at her Master, seeing Him for the first time in His present state of mind. She was surprised not to see hatred in His eyes. As angry as He was and by the sound of His voice, she was sure she would see hatred. All she saw was the same love that was always there when He looked at her. He smiled at her and kissed her tears. She smiled back and breathed a sigh of happiness that He still loved her.

She closed her eyes and gave into the delightful feeling of His warm body next to her; His lips kissing her. His hands travelled down both of her arms towards her hands. She lost herself in the sensation and was shocked to hear the clink of the metal handcuffs as they were clasped on her wrists. He lifted her arms over her head and still smiling, He attached a metal chain to the cuffs and attached it to an 'O' ring He had mounted to the wall behind the headboard of His bed. He then instructed her to spread her legs. She spread them apart but not far enough for what He had in mind and He scowled at her and said "useless bitch." He leaned over and smiled again as He kissed her on the tip of her nose and covered her eyes with the black fur-lined, leather blindfold. God, but she was confused. One second He was smiling and kissing her and giving her such warmth and speaking so softly and sweetly to her, and in the very next breath He called her all kinds of things: slut, whore, bitch, cunt, etc. She was almost not able to keep up. In spite of her confusion, she grew wetter and wetter between her legs.

She felt Him get off the bed and she lay quietly with her legs spread, feeling very exposed and vulnerable. She heard sounds in the closet and wondered what He was up to. He returned to the bed and placed leather cuffs on her ankles. Then He attached first one and then the other leg to the metal spreader bar that they had never used before. She felt her legs being pulled apart wide, almost beyond what she could even bear. She could only imagine how she looked. She thought she must look horrible, but as if reading her thoughts, He said, "Sweetheart, you look beautiful. You look radiant, lying there so vulnerable and dependant on Me. This is how you should always look and this is how you should always be--exposed and vulnerable to Me."

She felt her pussy drip at the sound of His voice and the predicament she was in. As difficult as it was to be in such a position, it was so very erotic to her. She lay there in an almost euphoric state. "Raise your ass," He said, "so I can put this pillow under it". She raised her hips as best she could with her legs apart and restrained. He helped lift her ass off the bed and slid a pillow underneath. If she felt exposed before, she now felt as if He could look inside her and see all her internal organs, perhaps even her soul. "Do you know how hard my cock gets seeing you like this, slut?" He asked. She moaned at His words. He laughed and said, "God you are such a little fucking whore aren't you? You can't get enough of my cock. You can't cum enough. You are such a pathetic fucking bitch. Well, bitch, you are about to get more than you ever thought you wanted." Before she could react she felt Him slam a huge rubber cock in her pussy!

She screamed. "OMG, Master, that hurts so much, oh god please don't – please ohhh, stop, Sir. It hurts." He continued fucking her with it and in spite of herself she started moaning. "Look how wet you are. OMG you are fucking drenched. You are truly a pathetic pain slut. GOOD GIRL!!!!!!!!" He began pinching her nipples with one hand and continued fucking her with the other. She felt the clamps being attached to her nipples. He left them on the tightest setting. They were biting into her more than ever before and she realized He must have taken the protective rubber tips off leaving the sharp metal exposed. If she moved too quickly it could take her nipple right off. She lay perfectly still as His hands found their way to her clit. He rubbed it and squeezed it a little bit and then bent His head down between her legs and she felt His warm tongue and hot breath on her very open pussy.

He took her clit between His teeth and gently bit it. She moaned and lifted her hips higher to meet His tongue as it licked her clit. Then as quickly as it started it stopped and she felt what she had never felt before--the other set of clamps being attached to her clit. Thankfully He had left the rubber tips on this set. He then attached a chain from her clit clamps to the chain connecting her nipple clamps. If she moved at all she was going to feel it on her nipples and her clit. She tried to lay still and was nearly successful until she felt His tongue connect with her clit again. The sensation was so incredible--like nothing she had ever felt before. She moaned and without thinking she began raising her hips, trying desperately to get more of His tongue on her pussy. "OWWWWWWWW" she cried, as both her clit and her nipples were pulled mercilessly. He laughed in spite of Himself and then reached up and pulled the chain between her nipples. She cried out and her eyes welled up with tears--and her cunt gushed.

"You horny slut, look at your little wet pussy. You really love to hurt for your Master, don't you? You love when I yank on this chain, don't you, pet? You love when I slam my cock into your slutty pussy, don't you?" As He spoke, He positioned Himself between her widely spread legs and with no warning, slammed her hard with His massive cock, all the while pulling on the chain between her breasts, which pulled on the clamps on her clit. Her clit was swelling up and the clamp got tighter as it became engorged. He was ramming His hardness deep inside her pussy. When He could no longer hold back, He pulled His cock out and knelt over her mouth, pushing His cock against her lips. "Take Your Master's cum, slut. Swallow it."

She opened her mouth and took His cock in deeply, feeling it pulsing against the roof of her mouth and the head of it swelling to massive proportions as His cum flooded her throat. "That's it, baby, suck it hard. Swallow that cum, bitch." She swallowed it all and thanked Him for feeding His slut His precious seed. He held her face between His hands, His orgasm seeming to last forever, as He held Himself deep in her throat. When she had sucked His cock dry, He returned to her clit with His tongue. Godddd it felt sooo good. He sucked her swollen clit between His teeth, biting it gently, in spite of the clamps.

"Oh God, Master, i can't hold back this orgasm," she moaned. "NO!!" He screamed. Do NOT cum yet. You do NOT EVER, EVER, EVER cum without My permission and as He said it He yanked the chain hard. She saw stars. The pain was so intense she began crying. He continued to pull on the chain causing excruciating pain. Her tears flowed freely as He continued to pull on her swollen clit with his lips. It was so engorged and the pain from the clamps was so erotic. It was so different than anything she'd ever experienced before...intense pleasure caused by intense pain. She had had pain before--floggings, whippings, paddlings...all of which started off as pain and ended up as pleasure but until now she had never ever had pain and pleasure from two different sources at the same time.

She was being propelled by both to near orgasm. She hovered on the edge, waiting for Master to give her permission to fall over the other side into sweet release. He released her clit from between His teeth. "Did you think I was going to let you cum??" He asked incredulously. "Do you think ANY of this is for YOUR fucking pleasure? You fucking little insatiable whore!! Do you think I have just forgotten what you did and am now going to reward you? You are really an amazing cunt, aren't you? As He was hurling these humiliating words at her, He began flogging her on her breasts and belly. He was hitting really hard and the 30 suede tongues of the flogger were biting into her. She had no doubt that her skin was extremely welted. Everytime the flogger came whooshing down, she was terrified one of its leather tongues would stray and hit her face. But Master was very careful not to hit her face or leave any permanent marks on her body.

Then she felt a new sensation and she was certain she would die from the pain. He brought the crop down hard on her clit, which, being engorged and clamped, caused agonizing pain. Again and again the crop bit into her clit. She was crying uncontrollably. She had never ever felt such pain.