He washed his hands, then left her there and went into the bedroom himself, getting from the drawer a pair of nipple clamps and a small brass bell. "All fours," he ordered, returning to the kitchen. She lifted herself up, and he knelt next to her, affixing a clamp to each nipple. He pushed the inside of her thighs and she obediently spread her legs wider, then prostrated herself again when she felt his hand on the back of her neck. He clipped the bell to the ring that pierced the hood of her clitoris. It was small, but heavy enough to be just this side of painful. The clamps on her breasts, pressed against the cold floor, were the other side of painful, and the plug in her ass was a constant presence.
"You may get your cushion now," he said, and she crawled away, careful not to let the plug slip, the bell jingling between her legs. He went to the door and took her leash off the hook. Her servitude was their private affair, but it amused him to leave the leash there even though they had no dog.
She pushed her brocade cushion in front of her, and sat cross-legged on it as he clipped the leash to her collar. He looped it around his wrist, and asked her how her day had gone as he continued to cook. Occasionally he asked questions about the details of the meal, and when he had to go to the refrigerator or the cupboards, she followed on all fours, the bell jingling. When he needed something from an upper cabinet she responded quickly to the tug on her leash, standing and lifting her head, then sitting again at his feet when he was finished. He talked about his trip, she talked about her day, and they laughed like lovers do when they're reunited after a week's absence. It was cozy and domestic, unusual only for the fact that she was naked and leashed, and never unaware of the pain in her nipples, the cold metal between her thighs, and the ongoing violation of her ass. As she laughed happily along with her Master, she shifted her position on the cushion, feeling the plug move in her ass, and feeling the bell tease her clit.
She had her dinner on her cushion, on the floor. He cut the meat for her, and fed her some of the rice, which was difficult to eat only with her mouth. She was able to pick up the sauteed spinach with her tongue and lips, and by the end of the meal her face was shining with the olive oil and decorated with bits of spinach and rice. She lapped the wine he'd poured for her from her silver bowl, and drank water from a glass with a straw that her Master had kindly provided. He sat at the table, caressing her hair, her leash still looped around her wrist so that sometimes she had to stop eating while he reached for something.
The meal concluded, he unclipped her leash and said, "You may stand to clean the table." He went into the bedroom and she cleared the table, put away the leftovers and loaded the dishwasher. The bell rang constantly, tapping her thighs and her clit. The clamps bounced on her breasts, and she was careful in every move she made not to let the plug slip. But then her Master heard a thump, and came into the kitchen to find her prostrated, her mouth plunged over the plug on the floor.
"Were you reaching for an upper cabinet?" he asked.
She nodded and moaned a yes noise around the huge plug in her mouth."
He walked up to her and held out his hand, and she gave him the plug. He pushed her head down, got more lube from between her legs, and pushed the plug back in. With one hand he fucked her ass with it and with the other he spanked her, on the bottoms of her buttocks towards the inside of her thighs. The bell jumped with every slap and she was crying by the time he finished. He pushed the plug back in and stroked her hair, and kissed her tears. "Ask your Master if you need help."
"Yes, Master," she said. He left and she finished her chores, not letting the plug slip again. She dropped again to all fours, crawled to the table and got her leash in her mouth, and brought it to her Master in the bedroom. He took it from her, then told her to kneel up. He removed her nipple clamps, and slapped her breasts repeatedly as the blood rushed back into her nipples. This was the most painful thing he'd done yet, and her tears flowed freely as he punished her. When he stopped, her breasts were glowing red and wet with tears.
"You're not done just yet," he said, bending her over the bed. He spread her legs wide and spanked her again, this time between her legs, his palm hitting her buttocks and inner thighs, his fingers hitting her shaved lips, and his fingertips occasionally striking the bell. The slaps were hard and continuous and she knew she'd still have the marks in the morning. He finished, his hands wet with her, and the sheets wet with her tears. He left her in that position, still sobbing, and undressed. Then he removed her bell, and the plug from her ass. Putting on a condom, he entered her distended anus, and fucked her, slowly and gently, until her sobs turned to moans. Then he pulled out, discarded the condom, and lifted her into his arms. He placed her on the bed, covered her with his body, and made slow love to her.
"I love you, my slave, but every time you fail to behave, you will be punished."
She nodded without speaking, lost in the fucking he was giving her. He kept talking. "Don't ever forget that you are a slave. If you're cooking a gourmet meal, you're still my slave. And service to your Master is your first priority."
"Yes Master" she gasped.
He kept fucking her. "You are many things in your life, but you are my slave first and foremost. You are a slut, you're my slut, you're a whore and you serve me whenever I tell you to. Your cunt is mine, your ass is mine, your nipples are mine, and you will be reminded of all of them tomorrow." He fucked her harder, and finally she came, screaming and crying. "Yours," she cried. "I'm such a slut, Master, for you."
He came as well, filling her with the come she'd been denied for days, then rolled over on his back and pulled her to him. First he used her mouth to clean his cock, then held her close. She snuggled against her owner, pressing her cunt against his thigh. He stroked her hair and back and kissed her and held her, and she lay there blissfully.
"I think I am leaving a wet spot on you, Master," she said after a few minutes. She moved her hips and indeed, his leg glistened with the combination of their juices. "You know what to do," he said, and she moved her head down and licked his leg clean. As she did so he plunged her hand into her sloppy cunt, bringing it to her mouth covered in more of their juices he'd scooped out of her cunt. She licked it up eagerly, and returned to her post, falling asleep in her Master's arms, with the taste of his come in her mouth, her arousal growing sticky between her legs, and the marks of his hands on her body. She was happy, content. Owned.
