I was in my car driving to my Masters house. My mind was running a hundred times a minute. I knew I was in for it tonight. He had ordered me to get a check register to keep tallies of the many things I did wrong. I hadn't gotten it yet and I knew he would be mad.
I had everything straight that he had ordered that night, except the register. I was wearing a long, sleek, black dress, with a very low cut chest. Underneath, I had on black thigh highs with a black garter and a open-chested bra. I had nipple clamps on both nipples and chain running between them. I had a anal plug pushed deep in my ass and decorative jewelry squeezing my clit.
It was a long drive and all the things he had ordered me to wear were getting me so horny I couldn't stand it. But, I knew that tonight would not be about pleasure. Tonight, I was going to be punished!
I arrived at his house. He was standing in the door way with his arms crossed giving me a stern look. I walked to him, shuffling my feet, trying to take my time, because I knew what was coming. I stepped aside and he motioned for me to come in. I did. As soon as the door was shut he grabbed my arms behind my back and pushed me to the floor.
"On your knees, Slave",
"Face on the floor!"
He cuffed my hands behind my back. He forced my cheek down hard against the cold floor and held my face there.
"Did you do everything as you were told?"
"No, Sir"
"What?!"
"I did everything you ordered, Sir, but I didn't bring the check register. I am sorry, Sir!"
"Shut up!" "You know I don't accept apologies!"
"Yes, Sir"
"You know you will be punished for this, Slave?"
My face saddened and a tear streamed down my face as I whimpered,
"Yes, Sir"
I hated to disappoint my Master.
He grabbed me up by my hair and pulled my face up to his.
"Stand Up!"
"You know that it angers me that you disobey me. But it angers me even more that I have to punish You!"
"Yes Sir"
He held tight to my hair and pushed me in the direction of the playroom. We walked inside the door and he lead me to a small wooden table. He let go of my hair and tied a blindfold tight against my eyes.
"Don't Move, Slave."
I could hear him walking around. He was standing in front of me, very close to my face. He reached behind me and undid the hand cuffs, as he did this his hard cock pushed hard against my swollen, confined, clit. I could feel my pussy wetting more and more every second.