The story you are about to read is true...and it is for Master, as always.
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There were no two ways about it...she had to be punished. As much as it pained Him, He could not claim to love her and yet allow her error to go unchecked. She had masturbated while He was away. It was not that He forbade such a thing. It was that she had not asked His permission, had not thanked Him for her orgasms, and had not even intended to tell Him. She had only inadvertently revealed her error to Him as they talked of other matters. Her orgasms belonged to Him, and while He was generous with them...they still were his. She had violated the rules, and she knew it.
She belonged to him. All of her belonged to him. She reiterated His ownership of her each time He strapped His collar around her neck, and asked her, "what belongs to Me?" He relished the very memory of the words she spoke each time... "My tits belong to You. My cunt belongs to You. My ass belongs to You. My mouth belongs to You." At His prodding, she would continue. "My heart belongs to You. My body belongs to You. My tomorrows belong to You. The very breath in my lungs belongs to You."
"And what else?" "I belong to You, Master. All of me belongs to You."
Coming back to the present, He looked at her. He had handcuffed her hands together, and then secured them above the bathroom door. As always, she took His breath away! Long. brunette hair, framing her beautiful face. Full breasts, succulent nipples...she was the total package. Each and every time He looked at her, he felt his body responding... always!
He looked down at the whip in His right hand, admiring the way the short leather thongs draped from the sturdy wooden handle. It was black, of course. All of His toys were black. He hefted it in his hand, liking the feel of it. He imagined the "whooshing" sound it would make when He used it in a moment to punish her, imagined the way the thongs would wrap themselves across her ass, the red stripes that would cover her ass. Normally when He whipped her for His pleasure, He would allow her to cum about every third or fourth lash. There would be no orgasm for her today, for this was punishment. He always commanded her not to cum when He whipped her for punishment.
