She couldn't see what was happening to her. The blindfold across her eyes left her in complete darkness. Her breathing was heavy with anticipation of the expected scene that she knew would take place. Her body was relaxed, though it wanted to tense. She knew what to expect, as this was their routine. She had been a very bad girl. Master had warned her many times not to do what she did; yet she did. And it was good. She couldn't help herself. Thinking of him and what he did to her, the way he made her feel...how could she not?
He left her wanting him. The way he teased her, spanked her. Everything about him drove her mad. All she wanted was to feel.
She stood with her back to him. She knew he was behind her; his breath on her neck was sending chills all over her body.
He made her wildest dreams come true. Showed her what it was really like to submit to someone. She had many lovers that never truly knew what to do, until she met Master.
Master had showed her the way. Showed her what it truly meant to be a slave. She worshipped him. Did everything he wanted, there was no need to hold back. He was very skilled at what he did. In their everyday life he wouldn't take control all the time but he was always there giving her a healthy reminder of what she could expect if she were to step out of line. And sometimes she liked to cross those lines, just to be punished. It was what she craved. What she desired.
Master had said when they met she was such a naughty dirty girl. And she believed him, had felt that way even before he told her. Her dirty thoughts and desires kept her up at night, searching the Internet for the right thing to make her feel complete.
And she found it, two years ago to the day. So she knew tonight would be something special. And if it weren't, she would make sure to push his buttons to make sure it would happen.
"You know why your being punished, don't you, my little slut?" his voice firm and controlled. He never broke from his role when they played. But this wasn't just a game to him, or her. It was about learning a lesson. She had disobeyed him and he was angry. So therefore, he would punish her.
"Yes," her own voice following his tone of control although her body didn't feel the control. Her body was quivering as he spoke.
"Yes what, slut?" he never raised his voice. It was low, but loud enough for her to hear.
"Yes Master, I know why," her breath caught at the end. She knew what he was asking but yet she couldn't help but be the bad little slut she was.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, gently. "Why must you be difficult? You know what I expect out of you. You are only going to make this more painful for you."
Yes, she wanted to shout. That was what she wanted. The pain. The pleasure it created in her body sending her into frenzy.
"Yes Master, I pleasured myself when you weren't around."
He tsked. And she knew he had a wicked smile on his face, but she dare not turn around. For that, her punishment would be no sex, no release. And she was craving the release like she had been starved for weeks, month's maybe.
"Good, girl. You shall be rewarded later for that. But now, we get to the matter at hand. You disobeyed me," he moved in closer so that his mouth lowered down to her ear. He engulfed her. His massive frame seemed to guard and protect her petite body. She could feel his skin against her shoulder. She knew his attire, black leather pants that hugged his tight muscled legs. No shirt. Displaying his body as if it were a masterpiece for her eyes.
Hers on the other hand was a tight bodice, black with purple lace. The many clasps up the front, holding her in. Barely. Her breasts swelled out the top, aching for a bite from his teeth. She always pushed them out because she knew that was his one weakness. He loved her breasts, would worship them when she was a good girl. But there might not be any of that tonight because she chose to disobey her Master. Her purple g-string barely covered her shaven pussy lips that started to drip with her lust for Master. Her legs covered in fishnet thigh highs that attached to her bodice. Her shoes painful on her feet gave her a few extra inches to his height, although not much.
Masters hands took her wrists and pulled them behind her back in a forceful matter. But never hurting her. She had a higher pain tolerance then most and she told Master that he didn't have to be gentle with her.
He gracefully but quickly bound her hands with rope, securing them behind her back. He grabbed the rope and pulled her with him. She heard the creak of a chair as he lowered himself onto it. He pulled her down to her knees and then over his lap. Her breasts pushed hard against his legs and through her bodice, she could feel the throbbing of his erection. He got off seeing her this way. So vulnerable to him.