He makes me get on the floor on my hands and knees naked. I start to shake and cry. He always demands me to do things for him, to him. He is so disgusting I want to throw up. He makes me call him Master. I hate when he makes me call him this. Its so humiliating. He likes making me feel so low. He lives for this. I cant help sometimes feeling a little excitement. He knows how much this bothers me and makes me cry. He knows he makes me feel good.
I get so wet when he ties me up to the radiator and walks back and forth telling me how i was a bad girl. I know he is going to hit me with his whip...I know its going to hurt...He tells me I need to be disciplined and I will learn to want to be disciplined. After a while I do want to be disciplined. I know how bad I have been. He said I would learn to be good and I would want to be a good girl. After two weeks of being here I want to always do the right thing for my master. I crave to do things the right way. Why am I always being punished? "Look what you have done?" My master yelled at me. "Come to me and kiss my feet!" I crawl to where he is as far as my lead will allow and hugged and kissed his feet. I licked his ankles and toes. He brought the whip down on my ass...It hurt so much but I wanted the discipline. "You want me to hit you again girl?" you yelled at me
"Yes master, I know I deserve it. I will try and do better, I promise." He brought that whip down over and over on my ass until it was beat red and bubbled. It hurt so much but I could feel my pussy getting wet. I could feel that tell tale sign in the pit of my stomach that I was going to start enjoying this even though he didn't want me to enjoy it.
"I am so sorry I have to do this to you girl...." My master said to me as he knelt down in front of me. "I will make it up to you...suck my dick."