Forgetful Slut

I woke early the sun not even up and already I was ready for you. My body warm lying next to you felt like being nestled in the most luxurious sheets available. I looked over at you and saw a faint smile on your lips and I felt contractions of pleasure. I gingerly got out of bed as not to wake you and tip toed to the bathroom, looking in the mirror I smiled at every mark. Running my fingers over the bruises on my breast, throat and stomach. Knowing the front of me could never compare to the back. My muscles ached from my sweet surrender to you. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair removed my collar and bathed quickly. I had taken to much time in front of the mirror and knew if I didn't hurry you would be ready with the belt when I got back.

In the kitchen I depressed the button waiting for the pot to make a cup of coffee so I could bring it to you in bed. My legs were shaky from having been on my knees most of the night and leaning against the counter with my hip a sharp pain spread through me. Turning to see if I could find the source I almost laughed at the belt mark that ran from hip to hip. I passed my hand it was thick and raised and I loved it. The coffee pot seemed to be taking a long time as you rounded the corner very angry. Immediately I fell to my knees trembling I couldn't remember what I had done to upset you. Then I saw it hit the floor as you threw it at me. I had forgotten to put my collar back on.

You asked me what I thought my punishment should be and I inhaled sharply not wanting to disappoint you in lack of severity. You said to me, "It doesn't matter what you think, I will do what I want when I want to do it. Your thoughts are worthless and if you think you are sore this morning wait until I get home tonight slut. Now go to the bedroom there is something I need you to get done for me. Don't forget the coffee cunt." You picked up the collar and walked to the bedroom.

I stood to get the coffee and tears pressed to the backs of my eyes. How could I be so inconsiderate of you? You have done so much for me taken me in and cared. I love wearing my collar for you. It makes you happy and your happiness is mine. How could I forget to put it on?

I walked into the bedroom careful not to slosh your cup as I usually do and put it on the table by the bed. You were in the bathroom so I knelt nervous but thankful that you thought I was worthy enough for your punishment. I deserved whatever was coming to me. My fingers tensed and released my already sore muscles jumping in anxiety. I waited berating myself for my own stupidity. You walked back into the room in your hands dangerous looking things. A discipline collar (which makes me very uneasy as I am not able to relax) and a whip, which I had never seen before the handle was wrapped in leather but there were five or six pieces of lace, attached to the end. On the collar you had written FORGETFUL SLUT and you signaled for me to crawl to you.

My mind was racing, since coming to you we had tried many different whips but none like this. I knelt at your feet trying not to curl around them in apology as you cinched the collar tight enough. My posture aligned immediately my breast sticking out for whatever you had to offer. You picked up the whip and before I knew what was happening brought it down. The sting of the lace on my sensitive breast was unreal and I cried out. It left no whelps only lines of red angry skin. The pain was almost too much. You had me count each out loud, 1 Sir, 2 Sir .......... 20 in all. Tears ran down my face and you told me that what I had done was unacceptable. I looked up at you my eyes I was sure the color of honey from the pain I was in. Tears running down my cheeks past my lips dripping onto my sunburned looking chest. I choked out I'm sorry Sir; your slut will never forget again and fell forward to bring my face to your feet.

I lay there waiting trying to catch my breath and control my tears feeling myself crying out for forgiveness. The tips of the lace ran down my spine and I trembled in anticipation. You walked around the back of me berating me even though I was in huge amounts of pain I was soaking wet. As you knew I would be. You pulled my hair and brought me back to you, "You like this don't you. You are a filthy slut. Turn around and please me with your worthless mouth bitch." I whimpered at the moment I wanted nothing more than to serve you.

You grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth for what seemed like an eternity you felt me trembling and panting and knew that I was very close to cumming just as you were. You pulled out of my dripping mouth and picked up the whip I cried out before you even laid the first stroke. So you laughed and told me you were adding ten more to what was already a staggering number. "Count bitch and make you Master proud" 1 Sir, 2 Sir, 3 Sir... 25 Sir.... 40 Sir. You stuck your dick back in my mouth and slammed into me I was crying and gagging. After a while you pulled out and came all over my breast, some on my face a lot on the floor. "You know what to do you filthy little cunt. Clean it up. Now!"

As I licked the floor clean you ran you're hands down my back, telling me you liked this new whip it was a new texture on my skin. "Cum for me now little one, quickly your Master is late for work." I did as told thanking you as you swirled your fingers around in my wetness you groaned then went in the bathroom to clean up.