Alex Reinwright pushed his reluctant submissive through the door of their house, the force propelling her onto her knees. Megan had pushed him beyond the limits of overlooking her behavior. She'd gone beyond cheeky, into royal pain in the ass, and straight on to a god damned bitch. The last straw had been at his office party when she'd finished off her third glass of wine, and when he'd told her she'd had enough, she'd said loudly, "Fuck You, you asshole!"
Grabbing hold of her arm, he'd dragged her out of the room and to the car, pushing her in and slamming the door. The whore hadn't had the good sense to keep her mouth shut after he got in, and kept mouthing off, calling him a "fucking faggot," and repeating "Shut up, you fucker." Finally, he'd had enough and keeping his voice low and even, pulled over and grabbed her hair, pulling her face to his.
"You will shut your fucking mouth now, or you'll feel some goddamned pain. Don't test me, you little cunt. You will NOT like the results." She glared at him, but another jerk of her hair got the point across. She sat slumped in the passenger seat, arms crossed and biting her lower lip, shooting dirty looks at her Master when she thought he wasn't looking. Under her breath, she muttered words that sounded suspiciously like "fucking asshole," and "cocksmoking bitch."
Pulling up to his spacious home in the Palisades, overlooking the San Francisco Bay, he parked and stepped out of his car. Jerking her door open, he simply growled, "Out." She began to open her mouth to pop off with some witty, sarcastic comment, but thought better of it when she looked at his face. This was no game.
Gripping hard around her upper arm he'd steered her to the door, pushing her through, and forcing her down on her knees. She glanced up in fear, knowing that she was in for it. Grabbing her hair and pulling hard, he walked toward the "chamber" door, forcing her to scramble quickly on her knees, crying and whimpering. He kicked the door open, dragging her through into his room of deviant tortures.
Pulling her to her feet, he barked, "Undress!" Without ceremony, without any games or role-play, she quickly reached behind her and unzipped her dress, sliding it off and throwing it in the corner, following quickly with her shoes, bra, nylons, and panties. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over herself, trying to cover up. Even now, after months with him, she was shy showing her body to him.
Grabbing a heavy leather collar with multiple rings around it, he tightened it around her throat, forcing her to keep her head up. He then placed metal hinged-cuffs on her wrists, tightening them more than necessary, and attaching a chain from her collar to the cuffs, he pulled tighter behind her, eliciting a whimper of pain from her lips.
"I'm going to hear much louder screams from you tonight you cunt," he said, slapping her across the face, causing tears to well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks. He slapped her again for good measure and stepped over to his toy box to look for his most evil implements. The bitch was going to learn once and for all not to talk back and to respect him.
Turning back to her, he watched her eyes widen in fear as she saw him approach with a handful of alligator clips. Ordering her to stand still, he snapped one onto each nipple, watching the harsh teeth bite into her flesh. Laughing, he applied three to each side of her labia and one to her clit, listening to her shriek quietly, trying to show him that she could take anything he dished out. He watched her, seeing her adjust to the pain and ran his fingers between her legs, feeling her wetness begin to flow. Even through his anger, he enjoyed watching her fight the line between pain and pleasure. He pulled on the clip on her clit, making her gasp and cry out.
Reaching back into his chest of toys, Alex pulled out a leather whip. He set it down at his slave's feet, and ran a rope through a loop in the back of the collar, then up through an eyebolt in the ceiling, securing her into one spot. He walked behind her and cracked the whip, neatly laying it across her lower back, raising a welt and earning a loud scream from her lips. He repeated the motion, laying mark across the first, waiting for her scream. The reaction was instantaneous. Smiling to himself, he laid into her, leaving marks across her ass, thighs, and lower back, even whipping her cunt every now and then. Her screams were continuous, with a mixture of moans. He whipped her till she was red all over and his arm grew tired.
Walking around, he removed the alligator clips from her nipples, eliciting a scream. "Thank You, Sir," his slut whispered.
