Slut knelt on her heels, awaiting her Master's return. She was nervous, but excited. She knew if anything was out of place, on assignment not done perfectly, she would be punished. Slut feared the punishments, but her Master deserved the best, and if he was not happy, she needed to be punished. She was known only as slut, and she deserved everything she got.
Master's vehicle pulled up, and slut glanced around nervously, hoping everything was in place. Nothing is wrong. But that does not mean anything. Her hands behind her back, she heard his key is in the door, and he entered.
Master stepped over to her. Quickly he reached down and grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her into an upright kneeling position. "When I come home, this is the position you will be in, Bitch!" Slut knew that, and mentally kicked herself. A lot of this is new to her, and she sometimes forgets the smallest things.
Before, when she mentioned this to Master, he told her "I understand, Slut. That is why I am lenient with you." Slut shuddered to think what will happen when he stops being lenient.
Master leaned down and kissed her deeply. After it is done he whispers in her ear. "Remember, no matter what, Dear, no matter how hard I am on you, I love you" Slut knew this, she felt it in his kiss, his touch.
Master straightened, and ordered his slut to the inspect position. She stood, assuming the position that she did every evening. He walked around her, his eyes going over every inch of her body. His fingers trace lines across her skin. She felt his fingers on her arms, her neck, her breasts. He pauses at her mons. She wondered why, apprehensive, until he slapped it, hard.
"There is too much stubble here. I told you that I want this smooth EVERY day. Today especially." Slut knew this as well, and had meant to shave. But her free time had run a little long, her online game taking longer than she expected. She did not have time to shave, and do the other chores. She bowed her head and did not explain, she knew that it was no excuse.
Her punishment is swift. A large dildo is forced in her mouth, deep so that she gags. "Keep it there, Bitch." He bent her over a table so that her ass was exposed. Reaching around her, he forced the dildo another inch into her mouth. Again she gagged. Then the spanking begins.
He was rough, there is no build up. The first blow was as hard as the last. After 3 blows she was trying to scream through her gag. After 5 she was crying, and by the time the tenth and final blow lands she was sobbing, tears flowing down her face.
"Now stay there. I will have to get my own coffee, bitch." She knew that this angered Master as much as the shaving, and lays there while she listened to him making the coffee. When he was done, he grabs her hair and dragged her to the office. He put a pillow in her kneeling place in the corner and guided her there, facing the corner. He removed the dildo from her mouth.
He kisses her cheek. "Think about this, slut. Do not come out until you can be a good, happy slave. You may kneel or sit in anyway that does not hurt you. I need you in good form tonight. Let me know when you are ready." He turns her head and kisses her deeply and long.
At first, slut felt fear and anger. He was strict and harsh with her. She let the emotions flow across her mind and bathe her feelings. After time, they started to subside, and as time passed, she started to understand. She thought about it from a different angle. She realized the love he feels for her, and that this harshness maked her stronger, better. Besides, she is his property. He may do with her as he pleases, and she has no right to deny him a good and obedient slave.
"Master? I am ready" "Good Girl." Her Master came over and kissed her again, deeply. "Now, open the package. We are going out tonight.
Slut opened the package and found a back dress. It was cut low, to just below her breasts. And the hem of the dress fell just below her crotch. There was a red garter belt, and black silk stockings. She looked at her Master. Master had worked with her to be more sluttish in public, but she had never worn anything this revealing. "Master?" she looked up, plaintively.
"Go take care of that stubble slut. Then get dressed. Your black heels will do, I think. Hurry up. I have wasted too much time with you already. MOVE!"
She scurried to do her Master's bidding and was rewarded with a chuckle as she slipped trying to get out of the room. "Don't you dare cut yourself, bitch!" he yelled after her. She took a deep breath, practicing the relaxation that Master taught her to cope with these situations. She reminded herself that Master loved her, she thought of the kisses, the way he holds her. Master loved her, and would always love her. She breathed again, and began to remove the stubble, carefully.
It took time, too much time to remove the stubble, but it was finally done. Slut collected her things, and raced up the stairs to her Slave space. Her slave space was a walk in closet, just big enough for her cage and a bureau. There was a wooden stool for hr to sit on, and a small desk and mirror. It was a small space, but it was hers. She was allowed to do with it what she wanted and when she was here, she could smoke as she choose and relax. The only thing Master told her was to keep it neat and pretty, and that she must follow her slave protocols if he were there.
Slut did not spend a lot of time in here, perhaps one or two hours a day. She usually was granted the privilege of sleeping on the floor at Master's side. The cage was for punishments, or if Master had an occasional female friend over. Those nights Master would cage her, and turn on a baby monitor, forcing her to listen to her Master making love.
She dressed quickly. Master had not mentioned makeup, so she applied it lightly. Master thought she was beautiful, and liked only a little makeup. Sometimes he told her none, or sluttish. Save had had to read to learn how to do sluttish. Sometimes that was fun.
She stood in front of the mirror and smoothed the dress. She was right when she first saw. The dress showed a lot of cleavage, and the skirt was very high, the red garter belts poked out beneath the black dress. She was not given panties or a bra. She felt naked and vulnerable.
