Slut, you will be naked while you are at home today, and make sure that all your toys are there by the computer, ready for me."
Those were the first words I read on checking email. I opened His note first this morning, anxious to hear if He enjoyed my account of the previous night's sexual encounter. He went on to tell me that he had a serious hard-on, but had to be in meetings all day long, so I had better be ready that night, for him to use for His pleasure, and it would be for His pleasure only. I was to put rope, clothespins, a ruler and a belt next to the computer, in plain view, so every time I sat down at the computer, I could see what would be used on me tonight.. I was to remain naked while I was in the house, only throwing on a summer shift if I needed to go out. The hours ticked by slowly, as I went about my daily household chores. I went to the computer a few times during the day, and with every glance, the toys sitting there seemed to grow a bit more menacing. My mind kept wandering to what He would do tonight; scenarios kept going through my mind, changing, evolving throughout the day.
Finally, all chores done, I sat down in front of the computer, and waited for my Master to come on-line. Shivers ran down my spine; I was having a hard time sitting there, watching the screen for His name to pop up on my list, waiting to hear that little chime, telling me it was time. My pussy was wet, craving the attention I knew He would give to it, soon.
I jumped in my chair at the sound of the chimes. I could feel my heart jump up into my throat, as I clicked on the box, and went to Him, presenting my body to Him, standing in front of the computer, legs apart, hands behind my neck, reaching down with one hand to type when called on.
"Are you ready, my little whore? I shall make you pay tenfold for the position you put me in today. Your description of last night's escapade played in my mind all day, my cock aching for release."
I couldn't help but smile, knowing He was pleased with my email from the night before. "Yes, Sir, please Sir, I am sorry You were in such discomfort today, and I am ready, Sir, to pay for the part I played in that."
"Very good, slut. Take the ruler in your right hand, and bend at your waist, presenting that round ass to me. Now, pepper that ass as I would, bring that ruler down hard, not missing a spot."
"Yes, Sir," I replied, and I proceeded to bring the ruler down hard on my flesh, blistering my cheeks with a force I knew he would use. Passing the ruler from one hand to the other, bringing it down hard against each cheek, feeling the burn spread over my ass, feeling the sharp needles of pain shoot through me. "Sir, my ass is bright red and stinging. It's feeling like it is on fire, Sir."
"I don't think so slut," He typed, "ten more on each cheek, Go on, show Me what a good slut you are; show Me NOW!"
"Y-Y-Yes Sir," I inhaled deeply as I wrote those words, slamming the ruler hard against my ass, ten times on my right cheek, and ten on my left. Small cries escape as I feel the fire erupt over my ass. "Twenty Sir, ten on each side. My ass is scarlet Sir, just as You like it. The sharp arrows of pain, Sir, are shooting through me."
"You are a very good slut, my little one. I grab your hair, standing you up, as I kiss you long and hard, my hand rubbing over your ass, feeling the heat radiate from it. Now sit down, on the edge of your chair, and take the rope, tying your ankles to each leg."
"Right away Sir," I write, as I sit down on the hard chair, scooting my burning ass to the edge. I take the rope, and with my legs spread wide open, I loop the rope around my left ankle and the chair's leg, securing it to allow little movement, and pass the rope to the right, and secure that ankle in a similar manner. "My ankles are tightly bound to the chair's legs. My pussy is exposed to You. My juices are flowing, Sir, bringing a glow to it, for You, Sir."
"Now, pick up that ruler again, whore, and bring it down hard on the insides of your thighs, working from your knee up, blows never more than an inch apart. Do it!"
I take the ruler, and starting at my right knee, I bring it down hard, working up one thigh and down the other. Hard slaps, so close, that there is no break in color, my thighs turn a bright shade of red. "Sir, they are stinging badly. Especially the nearer I get to my cunt, Sir. It is very sensitive there," I write, the ruler continually beating over my flesh.
"That's right, my little slave, match the color to that of your ass for me"
"Yes, Sir, they are bright red, Sir … matching the scarlet of my ass," I whisper, my breaths coming faster and faster as the sting bites deep into me.
"Put the ruler down now, slut, and take the belt, folding it in half, wrapping the excess around your hand. Now whip your tits, don't miss a single spot. I want to see them bounce with each blow. NOW BITCH!"
"As You wish, Master, my breasts are bouncing with each blow; the belt delivering stinging blows over my flesh," I tell Him. "Sir, each time the belt strikes my nipples, I cry out loud, they are still so very sensitive from last nights clamping"
"Well, my little toy, I think they must be lonely without the clamps, so take a clothespin and fix it to your left nipple, and another to your right. And to make sure you feel exactly what I was feeling today, take two more, affixing them to the underside of each breast," You chuckle as You command.
Inhaling deeply, I attach the clothespins per Your instructions. "Thank You Sir, thank You for allowing me the understanding of Your discomfort today." I bite my bottom lip, stifling the scream that wants to burst out as the clothespins bite into my nipples hard.
"Did I tell You to stop whipping your breasts, Bitch? You better not have stopped; I want those breasts redder than the other parts of you."
"Y-y-yes Sir, I mean, No Sir, I haven't stopped. The belt is coming down hard, reddening my flesh, slapping at the clamps, tugging at them. My breasts are red Sir, like bright red orbs shining in the night; the clothespins are dancing as the belt strikes them."
