)4: Discipline
I woke up to see Master standing over me, a lit cigarette between his smiling lips and a coffee in his hand. The sun blared in my eyes as I tried to focus them. I pushed myself with my still bound hands, to sit the way he expects of me. I sat on my knees but noticed a dilemma. I tried to figure out a way to cross my arms behind me.
"That's alright, place them on your lap," he said almost like he read my mind. He walked to the couch and asked
"Sleep well, my pet,"
"Yes master," I lied.
"Well, would you like that to be your permanent spot?" he asked as he sat down on the couch. I was reluctant to answer. He chuckled to himself and signaled to me with his finger to come to him. I crawled to his feet and resume my position. He reached down and grabbed my hands to remove the belt from my wrists. He rubbed them and placed them on my lap. I immediately crossed them behind me. He patted my head and said
"Good Girl," as a weak smile grew across my face.
"Master needs you to go get his paper from the front lawn," He told me. His apartment was the first from the front door. He pointed to the newspaper from his window with the view of the lawn.
"Alright, I'll go get my clothes," I said standing up.
He laughed and said, "I don't recall telling you to get dressed." I hesitated, not sure what I should do as his impatience stared to show. I was reluctant to go.
"I would like to read my paper before my coffee gets cold," He complained. I slowly walked to the door and placed my hand on the knob, looking back at him to make sure he was serious. He took a sip of his coffee, just looking at me. I took a deep breath and ran out the door. I figured the faster I grab the paper, the faster I could get back inside. I ran to the lawn and saw the bag that keeps the newspaper dry from the rain and picked it up.
"It's empty?" I was confused.
I turned my head to his window and I saw Master sitting on the couch with his cigarette, reading a newspaper. Realizing I didn't have a key to get back inside, I knocked on the window. Master pretended not to hear me, but I could see him smile. I knocked louder and he turned to look at me and smiled again, then kept reading. A cool gust of wind, made me realize that, it was freezing outside and I stood naked in front of a man's window. This could look bad. I noticed a bush beside me and hid in between it and the building as I tired to cover myself to keep warm.
A few moments have gone by and I was at the point of shivering, when the door opened. I hesitated, not sure it was him or someone else.
"Here, kitty kitty," Master called out. I poked my head out the bushes, to see his smiling face. I ran under his arm that was holding the door open and into the apartment. I bounced around, rubbing my arms as I tried to get warm. Master walks through the door way and slams the door behind him. I jumped and turned around to face him. His game had long past at this point, according to his expression.
"Have you not learned anything, yet?" he asked with his thick arms crossed his firm chest.
"You left me out there in the cold!" I defended.
"As a punishment," he said in a calm voice as if correcting my statement. He released his arms and walked towards me and continued to say,
"You have no choices, no opinions, no voice. If I want you to go outside bare ass, you will. No questions asked. That was a test and you failed miserably. So, you had to be punished."
My back hit the wall behind me as he took his final steps in front of me. My head lowered as I still looked up at him. He placed his hand on the wall beside my head and continued.
"You are mine now and what I say goes. Do you understand me," I swallowed hard and looked away frightened. He grabbed my head and forced it up hard.
"That was a question and I'd advise you to answer it," He threatened.
"Yes..Master," I sulked. He let go of my face and accepted his victory with a "That's better." He stood back a little and crossed his arms again.
"Well?" he questioned as he waited for my next move.
I slumped to the floor and crossed my arms still looking down.
"You missed a step," he corrected as he bent down and forced my head up to look at him. He walked away and sat back in his couch. He sipped his coffee and looked at me again.
"It's cold. Go pour me some more," he said holding the cup out to me. I got up, grabbed the cup and walked to the kitchen to pour him a fresh cup. I walked back and sat to my knees and handed it to him. He patted my head again and went back to his paper. I sat there waiting for any requests or demands when I notice I was still cold and I shivered again.
"On my bed is a spare blanket, go grab it." he said not moving the newspaper.
"Yes, Master," I said and ran to his room.
I looked around a little, an ash tray beside his bed, which was not made. I saw a damp towel draped over his bed next to the blanket, implying he just took a shower. I could see his clothes and boxers on the floor, also the jeans he was wearing. A slight damp area around the zipper made me remember last night.
"Slave!?" he called out to me.
I jumped and grabbed the blanket and ran back to the living room I dropped to my knees and held the blanket up to him. He moved the paper from his vision and folded it and placed it on the arm of the couch. He patted the couch and said,
"Wanna lay on Master's lap." I was slightly over-joyed. I nodded happily and he jerked his head to signal me on the couch. I sat beside him and laid my head on his lap. He threw the blanket over my body and smiled down at me. He reopened his newspaper again and continued reading.
"Now stay quiet for Master, so he can read this." he said and I nodded in his lap. I looked at the paper to see him reading the sports section. I've know from our previous conversations that he liked football a lot. I'm not too in to it but it wasn't a big deal to me. I looked up at him and realized how handsome he was. His sexy beard on his definite chin, making a trail around his lips with a little stubble around his cheeks. I looked up to his eyes as they scanned through the words, remembering their beauty. During this whole ordeal, I had forgotten how attractive he was. He smelled good too as I nuzzled near him. He folded the paper and held it with one hand, still reading it as he moved his hand under the blanket. He placed his hand between my legs and started to rub my clit. Shocked, I looked up at him, even though he was still reading the paper. I looked back down and can see his hand move under the blanket. My breath became rapid as his fingers began exploring my sensitive area. He swirled his fingers around my clit slowly and walked his fingers to my tight entrance, penetrating me. I grabbed his arm and moaned uncontrollably. Master looked down displeased by my sounds as he was 'trying' to read. He continued to slide his fingers in and out, also going back to my clit. I looked up at him to see his eyes on me then going back to his paper. I grew closer to my limit, when he moved his fingers to turn the page, lowering my urge then placing his finger on me again. My legs were opened wider for better access as he was exploring my clit with his fingers. My body began to move with him while I grew closer again. He moved his hand again and changed the page. I could feel his member hardening behind my neck as he continued teasing me.
"I'm hungry slave," he said looking down at me. I smiled at the thought of what he meant. He moved his hand and removed the blanket.
"Go make me something," he said killing my hopes of release again. He smiled knowing what I was thinking and shooed me away. I walked to the kitchen and decided to make him French toast.
After cooking a few slices for him he walks in the kitchen and then behind me. He looks over my shoulder and says, "That looks good, my dear." I smiled as I blushed by his statement. He pulled a chair out from the table behind me and sat down with his paper and coffee. I plated his food and grabbed the syrup for him, poured him a fresh cup and kneeled beside him. I watch his first bite that he seemed to enjoy and he petted my head.
When Master was finished he gave me the plates to put in the sink. I turned the water on to start to wash them, when he interrupted me and said, "Not now. Master wants you to come here." I walked to him and patted the table in front of him. Reluctantly, I climbed on the table and draped my legs on either sides of his body. He leaned back and examined my body, making me feel self-conscious.
"Relax, my pet. Master is enjoying the view," he reassured but I didn't feel better. He leaned forward, grabbed the syrup and stood up. He pushed my shoulder back so that I leaned on my hands.
"Sit still," he demanded and squeezed the syrup over my neck and trailed to my chest. It was cold but I tried to stay still. I could feel the syrup drip of my now hard nipples. He stopped and watched the sticky stream flow down my navel and down the slit of my wetness. I could feel the cold syrup coat my little clit as I whimpered. Master placed the bottle on the table and scanned me again. I could see the desire in his eyes as he licked his lips. He clutched the back of my neck and buried his lips into it, licking my neck of its stick mess. He gave my neck a long lick up to my ear and nibbled on my lobe. I sighed, trying to reframe from gripping his head tight in excitement. He licked back down my neck and followed the trail to my nipple. He circled his tongue around the excited bud and pulled it to his lips sucking them while still circling them. My nails scratched at the table as I tried to contain myself. He continued his trail down my navel and dipped his tongue in, circling inside, then ran his tongue down much lower. He sat back down and pushed me back more and licked my clit softly.
"But M-master maybe we should...," I tried say but could feel master taking hold of my clit with his teeth, keeping me quiet. He continued to play with my clit and occasionally sliding his tongue inside me. My waist seemed to move on their own accord as I enjoyed riding his face but he held my hips down, keeping them down.
"Sit still my pet and let Master enjoy his meal," He instructed.
