Late
I was pretty worried and tensed as I look down at my watch, 11.30 it showed. I went on biting my lips nervously. I had promised Sir, that I would be back by 10 but it was now 1 and half hours late. Oh god, I was dead meat I thought to myself and prayed to all starts hoping Sir was asleep. I would've called Sir and told him I was coming home late from partying but the moment I tried to call the stupid phone was dead. Just my luck I thought to myself.
Gulping down and removing my stilettos, I quietly try to open the door half-expecting no one to be there but of course, why will the heavens answer my call? I see Sir sitting on the large sofa with dim light lit, his legs cross one upon another and an amusing smirk resting on his face.
He stares at me I was wearing one of his favorite outfits, a black pencil skirt paired with a white knotted blouse and obviously omnipresent collar. I close the door and start to walk closer to him. I hear him tell "
crawl, bitches like you who don't follow rules are not supposed to walk."
I wanted to protest that I had not broken the rules intentionally but decided against it, I had no idea how hard he would go on me and I did not want to make it harsher than it already will be. So, I quietly get down on my knees and crawl towards him, as I go near him, I see anal beads, cuffs, knives and whips beside him kept on the sofa.
I settle on my knees with my hands behind my back, back straight and eyes kept down. "
Look up kitten."
The moment I did, I felt a harsh swift slap across my left cheek.
Look up
I hear him say again. "
Tell me fucktoy what is the time right now? And what time were you supposed to return"
It was hard for me to tell when Sir kept on looking into my eyes accompanied by my cheek stinging but I manage to answer "
it is 11.30 now, and I was supposed to return by 10 Sir
" I felt another slap again on my other sided "
good at least the big head of yours knows that much so humor me, why are you late slut?"
Before I could form a proper answer and tell him why I was late, I see him get up taking the cuffs and knife then getting behind me. "
Don't speak yet."
His order kept ringing in my head and I stayed quiet. He cuffs my hand behind and I knew struggling against them was useless but it still did not stop me from twisting and turning them while I was busy twisting and turning them, he pushed my head down on the floor with my cheek against the floor and my ass high up in the air.
"This is your favorite position, isn't it? So, you'll answer all my questions like this. Tell me now why are you late?"
for once my mouth failed me to answer the way I want to. I felt a cold knife near my sleeves, "