This is my first time ever posting on this site. I'm not the greatest writer but I do hope you enjoy it.
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My eyes slowly blink open, still heavy from sleep, and it takes me a few moments to realize that something was missing. That familiar feeling around my neck, the soft chain of the necklace that I always wore was gone. The symbol of his ownership was not where it was supposed to be, and I started to panic. He must be really upset with me to take off that necklace, and as I realized what this could potentially mean, tears started to fall. I hadn't meant to fuck those other guys at the party he threw last night, but I had to much to drink and I just couldn't help myself. I had disobeyed in the worst way possible, and now he was going to dismiss me from his care.
Hearing footsteps, I quickly got to my knees on the floor with wrists locked behind me, and kept my gaze to the floor the way he likes. There were still tears falling from my eyes, but I did not dare move my hands from behind my back to wipe them away. The door creaked open, and I could feel him staring at me with an angry glare. I did not dare look up, but I could see his feet as they moved closer to me. Moments later I was being pulled up by my hair and tossed onto the bed. I landed with a thud and gasped as I tried to catch my breath. This was not the same loving Sir that normally took care of me, and it scared me.
He said nothing as he pulled my head back and placed a blindfold over my eyes, followed shortly by a ball gag being shoved into my mouth. I could not see and I could not scream, but yet, even with being scared, I could feel my pussy getting wet, this fear of the unknown, not knowing what he was going to do with me turned me on so much. He rolled me over onto my back, pushing my knees up to my chest forcefully, and started to tie my elbows to my knees with rope. Still no word was said from him, and it reinforced the fact that I was in a lot of trouble, for hearing his voice would give me pleasure and comfort, and he did not want that for me. Once he had me tied he rolled me again so I was laying on my face, with my ass in the air. I heard him spit and then felt something wet along the crack of my ass.
The next thing I felt was one of my larger butt plugs pressing against my ass, trying to force it open. I tried to scream around the gag, having never taken one of my plugs without lube, but he kept forcing and it soon popped in, followed by a muffled screech. With the plug in my ass, and tears streaming down my face, I heard him walk away. It felt like an eternity but after only about five minutes he came back, a quick swish was heard and then a crack and a scream. The cane! I had forgotten about the cane! He's only had to use it a few times on me, and since I hate it so much, I make it a point to behave. Twenty times he lashed my ass, back, and thighs with the cane, and the tears were streaming down my face.
