I enter my front door after a long day of working at my mundane daily job, living the life of a slutty submissive girl trying to keep her true self from spilling out into the vanilla world - or attempting to anyway. As I close the door behind me, I catch a look at myself in the mirror. I don't look too bad, hell I like the way I look, which is probably something not a lot of women can say. I'm not exactly skinny, but I'm not too big either. I'm 5'7" with ample curves and olive skin accented by dark brown eyes and obviously dyed dark red hair. My 46C breasts strain against my top, which has been specifically tailored to be just a hair too small, just the way my Master likes it. I smile to myself as I let my hair out of its loose bun and shake it out so it cascades halfway down my back, and I roll my head and shoulders to try to release some of the tension from that particular day.
The house is completely silent save for the low hum of the air conditioner; it is a quiet that I've come to know and expect... and somewhat love. It's the sort of quiet that has heavy anticipation and tension in the air. I turn to set my purse down, and just as I close my eyes and smile to revel in the quiet and let the possibilities of what is to come flow through my mind for a brief moment, I feel his breath on my neck, his hand on my throat, his body pressed against mine.
He growls under his breath "Do not speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand me? Address me NOW, then say nothing else." and I swallow lightly as his hand very slightly tightens on my throat as he awaits my answer. Without missing a beat I say softly yet clearly "Yes Master."
"Good slut." He moves away from me and I am not unsure of what to do after having done it so many times. I turn to face him and unbutton my shirt and gently shrug it off of my shoulders, feeling it flutter to the floor at my feet, then I unhook my bra and let that fall from my curvy body as well. As soon as I do that, his hands are on my tits, massaging them and gently rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. I gasp softly, knowing better than to make any other noise. I unzip my mid-thigh-length, curve-hugging black skirt, letting it slide down my legs as I slip off my panties as well, blushing as I notice that they're slightly damp. He notices this of course, and chuckles deep in his throat.
"My my, it looks like my little fuckslut Kitten has been thinking about being mauled." and I shiver as the last word out of His mouth comes in a low growl. I stand naked before him and look down at the floor, blushing noticeably.
He swiftly takes my collar down from a hook on the wall and fastens it around my neck, then he unhooks the leash from his belt and fastens it to the ring fixed to the collar under my chin. He starts walking, and I follow silently with my head forward and my hands behind my back, my short-heeled shoes clicking softly on the dark hardwood floor as the thin fabric of my thigh-high stockings rubs between my thighs. He glances back at me as we pass through the dining room and I snap my eyes shut, mentally cursing myself for not remembering that simple rule he had set for me long ago: 'Trust me to lead you; when I lead you through the house, you must keep your eyes shut.'
I know I will be punished even before he stops walking. I almost bump into him but I stop myself short, knowing that I am standing merely a few inches from him. I feel him turn to face me and I keep my eyes closed, not daring to open them again. He walks around behind me and places his hand on my back and pushes until I am bending over. At least a full minute passes until he speaks.
"You know what happens when you break a rule."
His hand comes down hard on my ass, making an audible SMACK sound. My body tenses slightly but otherwise stays completely still. I bite my lip hard to hold back a moan as He smacks my other ass cheek. He spanks me thirty times on each cheek, then he pulls me back up by my hair. I keep my eyes closed as he does this, and he must see a noticeable look of contorted pain and pleasure on my face because he lightly brushes his fingers along my cheek.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, slave?"
"I'm sorry Master." My voice is small but clear.
"For what?"
"I'm sorry for breaking a rule Master. I am sorry for not trusting you."
