First Master – Breaking in the Bed
The house was enormous! Everything about it was big; big rooms, big screen big tubs... big bed... There was an indoor pool, a dining hall, and a room which her Master called the "love room". The room was lit dimly and was covered in Persian-looking cushions.
She was instructed to stay in the bedroom while the staff was on duty, and those that came in to clean the room knew of her. They were also there to tend to her every need.
They had taken a bath together, but to her relief, it was without incident. Apparently, he had limits as to how much of her he wanted.
"I'm going to go out for a while," he told her as he climbed out of the tub. "I'll be back tonight. Remember what I told you on the ride home. And make sure you're thoroughly clean at all times, especially your ass.
"You may use the television in the bedroom. I have an extensive DVD collection you can use. Just don't scratch any of them." With that, he dried off, got dressed and left.
She got out and dried herself before checking the TV. 300+ channels on the digital satellite, and not a thing was on. After about an hour of surfing the channels, she decided to check out his DVD's.
There really was an extensive collection. One stack had over a hundred different movies, mostly action and sci-fi. She found one that was considered a classic – the one with the two governors. She found the violence repulsive and went for another movie about halfway. This one was one of Clint's many cop movies – something that she managed to tolerate.
About half-way through, one of the maids entered the door with lunch. It was a nice pork chop with a salad on the side. To drink were two small glasses; one had milk, the other one had grape juice.
"Here you go, my dear," the older woman said with a heavy Russian accent. "It is so good that the boss has someone to play with. I really hope you make him happy!"
After viewing one more movie, she noticed that the sun was almost down. Time for one more movie, she thought to herself. She finished browsing through the first stack and went on to the next stack.
This stack caused her to blush. They were all pornographic in nature! She knew they were dirty, and under normal circumstances she'd move on. But her circumstances weren't normal, anymore. Curiosity got the better of her and she put it in. This one had all scenes with two girls sharing a guy. The girls sometimes even shared each other.
She felt flushed all over as she watched. Try as she might, she couldn't look away at the spectacle. At one point, one of the guys took his cock out of one girl's ass and fed it to the other girl's mouth. The other girl sucked it eagerly, despite where it had been. Could this be the reason he wanted her to keep her ass clean? She wondered.
As the video went on, she found herself reaching once again for her tiny little breasts. The rubbing and fingering made her flush even more, and her other hand reached for her pussy. She started mimicking what he did to her in that limo. Parting her lips, dipping her fingers in, rubbing her clit; all of this while keeping her eyes on the screen. Almost there...
As if he knew she was about to come, he walked into the room. Her passions sank and panic replaced them, as she quickly sat up and covered herself.
He reacted to her with a hearty chuckle. "Getting in some practice, I see. Good, girl! It makes my job easier, then"
His smile quickly turned into a scowl. "Where is you collar!?"
Nervously her hand reached for her neck and found it was as naked as the rest of her. She quickly got up and bolted for the bathroom and fumbled the collar back on, then stood by the door to the bedroom, not daring to look straight at him.
He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bed. There, he sat down and threw her over his knee, with her tight little butt sticking in the air.
"You disobeyed me," he said angrily. "I told you that you may only take the collar off when bathing. Now you get punished. I'm going to give you a good spanking, and I want you to count out how many whacks I give you. Understand?"
She just laid there across his lap. Her head was moving around looking for and escape. She tried to struggle out but he held her firm.
He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head a bit. "Understand?!" he barked at her.
"Yes, Master!" she cried out.
He gave her cheeks a little rub. "Here we go. Remember to start counting or I start over."
He raised his hand and it came down with a resounding whack on her ass! She yelped in pain, but failed to start counting.
"I suggest you start counting, or it won't stop," he warned her. His hand came down again.
WHACK!!! "One..." she said shakily. His hands stung against her sensitive rump, and each strike hurt more than the last.
WHACK!!! "Two!" Tears started welling up in her eyes. Why did she have to suffer this humiliation?
WHACK!!! "Three!" She started fighting the sobs that threatened to come up. She just wanted this to end.
