Authors Note: This is the revised third chapter of a previously submitted four chapter original series.
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The next morning I was suddenly awoken from my sleep by a hand forcibly grabbing me by my hair and by another grasping my right arm and strongly twisting it behind my back. Before I even knew what was happening, I was being dragged from the tiny room in which I had spent the night to find myself back in my Master's bedroom. He then forcibly bent me over the side of his bed. Both my wrists were quickly secured behind my back using the leather wrist cuffs I still wore. Then Master spoke in an angry voice.
"When I tell to wait until I come for you I expect to find you on your knees waiting for me. Not still lying down asleep. You shall now be punished for this display of disobedience."
It was then I felt the first hard slap of the crop on my right ass cheek, then followed quickly by another on my left and still another hard slap. Soon both my cheeks were reeling in pain from Master striping my ass. He easily landed ten to twelve heavy blows to each of my two ass cheeks. I knew from the pain that I felt it would not be able to easily sit without feeling some pain for several days.
When Master was finished with my punishment, my wrists were released. He then pulled me up to my feet by harshly pulling on my hair.
"Stand in the middle of the room. Do not speak," Master said in the harshest voice I think I that have ever heard.
I stood as directed before Master again spoke to me.
"You have very much disappointed me this morning. Just last night I thought that you showed great promise. Yet you failed to be properly waiting for your Master this very morning as you were instructed to be just last night. For that reason you have been punished."
Master continued to pace the room in front of me still holding the crop. Then he began speaking again.
"I will be going out this morning for several hours. When I return I expect to find you this time properly kneeling in the foyer awaiting my return. While I am gone feel free to remain within the house. You are free to use the bathroom if you have the need over there," he said pointing to the door on the opposite side of the room. "If you are hungry help yourself to any food in the kitchen and fix anything that you find there. If you chose to leave you will find that all of your belongings are still in the closet below the stairs. The key to the lock around your neck is still on top of my desk. If I find that you are gone when I return I will not contact you again. If you decide to still be here I will expect that cunt of yours to be freshly clean shaven. From now on I will expect you to perform that task at a minimum of at least once every other day."
With those words Master tossed the crop onto the bed and walked out of the room leaving me standing naked in the room. I stood there in the center of the room still reeling from the experience of the last few moments trying to decide exactly what I should next do. It took several more minutes of me just standing there before the realization of what had just happened began to sink in. I had been purposely set up for failure. The tiny room in which I slept had no windows to let in any morning light. There was only a single small mattress on the floor and a blanket. And without a clock or any other way of knowing the time I had no way of knowing it was even morning yet. And finally even if I had been given a way to tell time Master gave no specific time for which I was to expect him to come for me. It was then that another realization came to light. My new Master would not be making this easy for me. And his telling me that he was going to be gone again for several hours, but again not giving a specific time for his return meant that I was expected to be kneeling in the foyer for at least a couple of hours waiting patiently on my knees for his return. That would be an experience which I was not looking forward to.
I also realized that he was still testing my willingness. By telling me that all my belongings were still in the closet downstairs and I was free to leave if I made the decision to longer desire to be his submissive. I could just go and all this would be over. I knew I had some decisions to make. And with Master being gone for a while it gave me only a few hours in which to make them. But first there were some other things that needed my immediate attention to be taking care of. So I headed off towards the bathroom.
Looking at myself in the mirror I could see the results of last night's handy work on my breasts. They were still very sore and swollen. The tops were red and slightly bruised. Turning to see my ass it had also turned to red and was quite sore. I started to search for some cream or ointment to rub onto my abused flesh and did not have to look very hard. There was a small bottle of analgesic ointment sitting right on top of the bathroom counter. I very liberally began rubbing it into my battered breasts and ass cheeks.
Once done in the bathroom I made my way down stairs to the kitchen. At first I was a somewhat self-conscious about walking around a strange home completely naked, but I soon overcame that feeling. If I decided to continue with this journey I knew this would be something I would probably be doing quite often in the future. As I passed by the closet under the stairs I paused for a moment to think about my decision. Should I just take my belongings and go or was I still very committed to see this entire weekend through. Opening the closet I stared at my belongs still hanging there, but I could not bring myself to reach out for them. I just continued to stare at them for a moment like I as looking at my former life. With my decision made I closed the closet door. I found the kitchen to be very well equipped with several high end appliances and stocked with just about every little handy gadget a person would want in a kitchen. Just off of the kitchen there was a small breakfast nook and a formal dining room just beyond that. I could easily see myself cooking some incredible meals for my Master here in the very near future. For now I just found some fruit, juice, and toast to satisfy my hunger for a while.
After eating I decided that it would be very wise for me to find out a little bit more information about my Master. Even though we had spent several weeks communicating via email before we actually met I had come to realized that I really knew very little about this man I was giving myself to. So I decided to spend at little time looking around his home. Now I had never considered myself to be a snoop in the past, but I felt it was important that I try and learn a little more about the person I was hoping to give most of the control of my life to. So back upstairs I went with feelings of self-consciousness about the fact I was walking about a strange house nearly completely naked accept for leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a chain still locked around my neck now completely gone.
I began by looking around the octagonal room I was first brought into the previous night. My first curiosity was why this room had such an unusual shape. Upon closer inspection of each of the walls that were placed where the corners of a regular room should have been I discovered that each was really a door concealed into the wall. So there were really four secret small rooms that where adjacent to this oddly shaped room. Not surprisingly I found all of the doors to these secret rooms locked.
Next I went back into the master bedroom next door. My first stop was a closer examination of the small room I had spent the night in total darkness within. The room was very small. No more than about five by seven feet. The walls were painted black. What I thought had been a mattress that I had slept on was in fact really a large dog bed. My first thought was of how humiliating it was to have been made to sleep on a dog bed. But then remembered I had told my Master he was free to humiliate me.
After exiting that small room that was most likely once a walk in closet for the bedroom I began to explore the rest of the bedroom. The first placed I checked was under the bed remembering my first encounter with the man who had become my Master. Unfortunately for me nothing of real interest was to be found under the bed, just a few seasonal clothing items in under bed storage containers. The drawers in the dresser also proved to only contain clothing and other personal items. The only piece of furniture that held any real mystery was a large steamer trunk place at the foot of the bed. Of course, it too was locked.
There were four other doors to rooms on the upper floor. I tried each one and not to any real surprise again I found them all to be locked. So I headed back downstairs to continue my search for answers about my new Master.
The ground floor consisted mainly of four rooms. There was a kitchen which I had already scene, a formal dining room, a living room, and my Master's office. The kitchen and dining room didn't interest me so a first started in the living room. There was lots of furniture and places to sit. There were two large sofas that faced each other with a long table in between them and several other chairs scattered around the room. One wall had a very large fireplace. But overall the room just did not look like it was used very often and actually looked almost vacant for its size.
The office was a much different story. It was paneled in dark wood but still had a warm and cozy feel to it with a large fireplace on one wall. Also in the corner opposite the desk there stood a large grandfather clock. Looking through the desk I found all of the drawers to be locked and the computer on top to be password protected. The only thing of interest was the key to the chain around my neck lying right where Maser had left it. The walls were lined with built in book shelves. I expected to find mostly legal texts of some type or another which I did find on one wall. But on the other walls I also found that my Master had a love for the classics. There were many books from authors I had either read or heard about in my college literature classes. There were books by Nathanial Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau, Herman Melville, and Washington Irving were mixed in amongst the shelves. On other shelves books to be found included Mark Twain's
Tom
Sawyer
, James Fenimore Cooper's
Last of the Mohicans.
