"What did you say?" His hand shot up around my throat, fingers catching the spot just beneath my chin. The pressure was only enough to make my breath catch.
"I said 'no, Master.'" I steeled myself against the spanking that was sure to result. After what seemed at eternity though, I opened my eyes. He hadn't moved, the strangest of expressions lighting his face. It was poised somewhere between fury and delight. I had just granted Him the opportunity to whip me thoroughly but a sadist is more complex than most would recognize.
The master of my body knew all too well that the real punishment would come by not touching me at all. He knew how my body ached for the pain that would cleanse me. He knew how my heart fluttered at the thought that He would find me worthy enough to crack his smooth leather belt across my flesh. Knowing this, His hunger for power consumed Him and he denied me the beating I so deserved.
His hand squeezed and slammed me hard into the wall behind. I felt the blood rushing to my head as I struggled for air.
"Whore," He whispered. "How dare you defy me?"
I mutely shook my head, infinitely sorry. Abysmally regretful for my trespass.
With that, He walked away.
Despite the callous and abrupt conclusion of our meeting, I knew that my disobedience would not go unanswered. At least I desperately hoped it would not. I assumed I was free to go about the mundane chores of the evening and did so. But I nearly wept with the disappointment I felt in myself. He simply had to punish me or I would never feel adequate again.
An hour later, as I was sagging beneath the weight of my failure, certain that I had pushed my master too far, the doorbell rang. Clad in the garter belt, stockings, thong, and corset He always bade me wear around the house, I shrank a little. I could hardly open the door like that. And then, how could I not? One more mistake and my master would surely disown me. So, resolutely stifling my humiliation, I rose and walked to the door.
I was sure that I would find a man on the other side. Another in the endless procession of business partners who dealt with Him. To my surprise though, it was a woman. A young woman with raven hair and full lips. She pursed them at me with a deliberate wink and then brushed past as though this were her home.
"Is my master expecting you?" My voice wavered, pathetically.
"Yes." She smirked and then pouted very innocently and sat demurely on the master's couch. I watched her for several moments, fascinated. Her eyes looked black in the warm light from the fireplace. She wore a crimson sweater of chenille and stiletto-heeled boots that stopped just above her knee. What she wore on her lower half I could hardly qualify as a skirt. At its full length (if one could call it that) it barely reached below her cunt. Now, seated with her legs slightly parted, I could see the velvet folds of her snatch leaving a silky puddle of juice on the black leather.
In short, she was breath-taking. In my confusion, which was shortly followed by my awe, I had lost my composure and had to work a moment to regain it.
"I will let my master know that you have arrived."
He was sitting in his library, Italian leather loafers propped on the mahogany of His desk. He was reading.
I knocked once and waited for His brusque grunt of acknowledgement before entering, eyes downcast. We had not spoken since my impudence had sent Him off to call Raven Hair.
"Master, your lovely guest has arrived." I did not trip on the words because I meant them sincerely. She was quite lovely.
He was quiet for a moment. I heard Him stand and move around from behind the desk. A foot in front of me, He stopped.
"Look at me, my pet." My pet, He'd said. So I was still His. For how long, I could not know but I was not being replaced. So, with hope brimming beneath my skin, my eyes met His.
"You remember how you disobeyed me earlier?"
I felt my stomach lurch and the color drain from my face.
"Yes, Master."
"You are sorry for what you did." He did not ask, only waited for my affirmation.
"Very sorry, Master."
"Good. You shall remain so. In the bedroom, there is a chair. You will go sit in it and you will not move until I say that you may. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master." I turned to go, hurrying to meet His request. Before I could reach the door His arm snagged my waist, holding my back firmly against His broad chest.
