I stand to a degree in the garage. My arms shackled above me and my feet secured to the cold floor. My ass stings from that wicked wooden brush that he knows I hate and adore. With each lash given my body begs for more but my mouth whimpers for him to stop.
My excitement still leaks from my body even though it has been a long hour since his presence was bestowed upon me. He left me with my nipples squeezed into two tormenting clamps as was my dreadfully sore clit. I twisted and wiggled as much as my strict bonds would allow stretching my limbs and relieving the undying ache that filled my muscles. Thoughts raced through my mind. I had done nothing to displease him, had I? Was this a reward for my good behavior? Would I sleep wrapped tight in his arms tonight or would I be left chained like a dog in the garage?
I whimpered softly. My need for release was still obnoxiously present. I begged softly before he left me as he toyed with my cunt. His fingers pushed into me forcing me to jump from the slightly unexpected intrusion. I glared at him when he deprived me the choice of cumming which earned me my sore bottom.
He was in truth a fair Master. I knew it when I first met him in a chat room a long five years ago. I was slightly innocent and lost then, but he knew what I needed. He took to me almost immediately despite my little quirks and I soon fell for him much harder than a young girl should have. He moved me up to his home after my graduation which followed suit after my eighteenth birthday. I enrolled into college upon my arrival but the university was not the only place that I learned. My new college friends didn't seem to understand why I would possibly live with a man that was thirteen years older than me, but they soon all learned I was madly in love. I was not allowed to spend the night off with my friends, but on some occasions I was allowed to go to parties and concerts as long as I was home at a half decent time. Some of my friends had stayed over a few times but I found that my Master did not suddenly hide my role just because someone not in the lifestyle dropped by.
When I moved up here I told my mother and family that I was paying rent to live in a spare bedroom of the alumni. My Master being the kind man he is plays along well with it and puts the money I receive for rent back in savings account so that it is not necessary for me to obtain a part time job. The only things I can say I truly miss from Georgia are my friends who I no longer get to see or talk to except for an occasional email. The last time I saw them was at graduation and that was a long year ago.
My thoughts are interrupted as my Master walks into the room to stand before me.
"Does my slut want to stretch her arms? Would you like down?" My Master growled into my ear.
"If it would please you Master," I whimper back.
He reached above me to release me from my restraints as the doorbell rang.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath as he slapped my ass in frustration before he walked to get the door. "Don't run off now my slave" He smiled wickedly. I simply moaned softly in reply and stared at the floor. "Oh I almost forgot. Cum for me my slave." My body bucked and withered in my bonds as I screamed out in pleasure. He was gone from my sight before I could thank him so I simply hung my head back down to stare at the floor as my body shook from my orgasm.
As Jeremy reaches the door he wonders who it might be. He opens the door to see an unfamiliar face. It was a young man with dark brown hair that curled out fashionably from under his Miller baseball cap. He looked to be about the same age as his dear Rai, maybe it was a kid from her class. She knew the rule; if someone was to come over she was to ask permission first.
"Hello Sir." The boy said with a deep southern accent as he reached out his hand to be shaken. Was this kid told of their situation and making fun of Rai? Jeremy's face turned stern and questioning, his refused to put out his hand to shake with someone who would make fun of his little girl.
"Do I know you?" Jeremy asked almost cruelly as he looked down at the boy.
"Umm, no Sir, I am Matt. I was hoping to get to see Morgan." The boy said. "I drove a pretty long way." Matt looked into the cold man's eyes, "Do I have the wrong house?"
Jeremy noticed that Matt was becoming uncomfortable. "Morgan... Oh you mean Rai?" Jeremy said finally shaking Matt's hand. "One moment, I will go get her. She is sort of" Jeremy paused, "tied up at the moment. You can step on in if you like." Matt nodded. Jeremy walked him to a spot that was just inside the door, "Wait here and I will get her." Jeremy left the kid to go to the garage and release his pet.
Without explanation he hurriedly walked into the door and undid her bonds. "Go inside, put on some clothes. Make yourself look decent. Quickly now."
"Yes Master." she replied as she wondered who was at the door. She ran inside to their room to put on some pants and a T-shirt. She hurriedly brushed her hair because he detested when she did not, and then she walked almost calmly to the den and saw her Master standing by the entrance. She walked up to him and knelt in front of him in clear view of anyone that was at the door but she did not care. She knew the consequence of not kneeling, and kneeling in front of a friend was better than being whipped in front of a friend.
"We have company." Jeremy as he brought Matt closer. She hated that she was to stare at the floor at this moment. All she could see were her Master's shoes and a strangely familiar pair of boots. Jeremy loved to toy with her like this. He knew that she hated just staring at their feet but would not dare budge and get a whipping for misbehaving. "Well say hello."
"Hello Sir?" Rai said in a questioning tone.
"Hello Momo." the familiar voice said.
"Matt?" her voice questioned. She could stand it no longer; she glanced up then jumped to her feet when her question was answered by her own eyes. "Mo!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around her old best friend from Georgia. She forgot that her Master was standing beside her as she clung to him. "God I missed you!" She kissed Matt's cheek then hugged him again harder. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see my bitch." Matt teased her with affection. The pair used to be like brother and sister but Jeremy was not aware of this. She finally let go of him.
"How did you get here?" She asked him.
Jeremy then walked up behind her and draped his arms over her shoulders reminding her of reality and her position. "Want to clue me in?" Jeremy more so demanded than asked from his slave.
"Oh, yes Sir. Sorry Sir." Rai said, "Can we go sit in the den?" Matt looked at her strangely. He wondered why his Momo would be kneeling in front of such an older man, and why would he put his arms around her, and why ask permission to go sit in the den instead of just doing so?
Jeremy looked at her sternly but walked into the den to sit in a chair. Rai followed him and Matt followed her. Matt sat on the sofa and patted the spot beside him, but Rai looked at Jeremy for permission.
"You know where to sit Rai." Jeremy said matter-of-factly. She went and knelt beside him quietly.
"Sir this is one of my old friends Matt from high school. I have known him since eighth grade. We were very close. He is like a brother to me." Rai explained as she looked up at her Master. She saw him calm slightly.
"Why does he call you Rai?" Matt asked.
