It's been about a week since we first made contact with each other. You said you were submissive, and indeed you did reveal yourself to me as truly submissive. I put you on notice of my requirements. You clearly understood the role I would require you to play...you instinctively knew your duties as my slave. But you were not entirely compliant. You took some liberties very unbecoming of a true slave. You let another Master...a false Master...have his way with you. I might excuse that as youthful exuberance, or possibly naivete. Or I could take note of it and only reprimand you lightly. I might also punish you severely.
As your new Master, I'm undecided on my preferred course. I do enjoy the robustness of your plump behind, and you are a rather fetching specimen overall. Your charms tend to temper my anger over your insolent behavior. Nevertheless, you need to understand your role in terms that have more permanence. You need to grasp that there are limits to my tolerance. It is time you had an object lesson in the proper behavior of slaves.
In no uncertain terms, I tell you that you must meet with me tonight. Not to get acquainted. Not to get instruction. But to be disciplined. You demurely agree. I tell you to be there at 8pm.
As instructed, you arrive in a tight skirt, no panties, black nylons, garter belt and heels. You are in a low cut top that draws one's eye to your very ample bosom. Your lips are in ruby red lipstick. Felatio lipstick! Your hair flows quite alluringly to your shoulders and slightly beyond. Also as instructed, you are adorned with a diamond studded black leather collar, and long, dangly, diamond earrings. You are at once gorgeous and slutty...your new Master's favorite look!
I offer you a drink. A sort of punch. You accept and take a seat across from me in the living room.
You are anxious to please me, but a little uneasy about just what it is that you will have to do. You are also uneasy just thinking about being in my presence. The mere thought gives you tingles along your neck and back. Your nipples perk up too, and your pussy and ass feel an emptiness that longs to be filled.
You are feeling a little dizzy. You go into a bit of a blackout period...you are not sure where you are or how you got here.
Then you find yourself in a nearly empty room. There is an overhead light, a gym mat on the floor, and one wall that is a mirror. The other walls are in shadow...there are no windows.
You see yourself in the mirror. Your skirt is gone and so is your blouse. Your hair is tied back tightly and your eyes are done in blue mascara and long fake lashes that bat when you blink. Your wonderfully full lips are glossed in ruby red...but they glow eerily, almost like neon. You are standing near the wall opposite the mirror...waiting with much anticipation...but for what you don't know. Your pussy is moist...you are resisting the urge to touch yourself.
At last the door opens and in I come. I have on leather pants with a snap-down removable crotch, but my torso is bare...as are my feet for some inexplicable reason. I'm wearing a small-billed black leather cap and a collar much like yours. I'm brandishing a riding crop that I tap to my thigh as I enter. My pectorals flex with each tap. You'd love to tongue them.
I notice you taking pleasure in the sight of my body and reprimand you for it. You will not look at me unless I grant you permission!
I direct you to stand on the mat in the middle of the room, your back to the mirror, arms at your sides. Yes sir, you reply. With eyes to the floor, you move to the center. Unbeknownst to you, I take considerable pleasure in watching your lush hips and splendid derriere gyrate as you walk in your exaggerated heels. The flexing of your nylon sheathed calves is a further enhancement. I feel a twinge in my loins.
Once at the center, I do a more detailed inspection of the specimen before me. I check the tightness of the clamp on your hair, run the back of my fingers over your nipples taking note of their response. Your nipples are protruding magnificently...begging for attention. I cup up one breast, let it fall, then the other. Whenever I touch you you shudder. You find my sexual energy overpowering!
I run the tip of the riding crop along your neck and down to the shoulder. I tap it lightly, then proceed to run it down one arm, then the other. I view your backside in the mirror...the robust cheeks of your apple bottom...and marvel at your shapely legs. You have no indication whether I approve of you or not. Your focus is on the floor and on obeying any and all of my commands.
I move to your backside. Trail the riding crop down along your spine to the first curve of your lovely ass. Tap you there. Trail it down one cheek then to your inner thigh just below your now dripping pussy. I put the flat edge against the skin and descend it to the stocking top. Hesitate, then slide it in between the black nylon and the white flesh. You shudder once again. A drop of your juices slowly makes its way down your inner thigh until it contacts the riding crop. I lift it back to your shoulder for another tap...while leaning in just close enough for you to feel my breath on the back of your neck. You want to touch yourself very badly.
