I knelt expectantly in the center of the mostly darkened room, naked and exposed. Waiting. Waiting. My Master was seated in the comfortable recliner behind me making no sound. If it weren't for the spark of awareness in my spine, I would have wondered if He was actually still there. The table across the room from where I knelt held a desk lamp that was lit and the neck of the lamp was angled, pointing downward to shine its light upon the object placed there. The brightness of the lamp made the satiny white cloth glow in stark contrast to the black leather crop.
My eyes were held captive by that image for what seemed like a very, very long time. The muscles of my thighs burned and my back began to ache from holding it so stiffly upright with my hands crossed behind me just above the cleft of my butt. I fought the urge to squirm or shift, as I knew that would not escape His notice nor would it be tolerated. Surprisingly, as my discomfort grew, my body reacted as if stroked by the gentle caress of a lover. The nipples of my breast stood to proud, sharp peaks. A quivering settled into my belly and seemed to tingle downward to pool as moisture between my opened thighs. I clenched the muscles of my sex in an attempt to keep the fluid from seeping from my body.
The soft rustle of material behind me made me strain my ears to determine if He was still sitting in the chair or had moved to another location.
"Fetch it, slut."
His voice seemed to boom in the darkness after such a prolonged stillness. I hesitated a brief moment. It was the small sound of disgust He made that spurred me into action. I dropped forward to the crawl I knew was expected and made my way to the well-lit table. I knelt up and held my breath as I reached with a trembling hand for the black leather.
"Have you forgotten yourself, slut?"
His question made me freeze before bowing my head with embarrassment. I braced my palms on my thighs for balance as I leaned forward and after two unsuccessful attempts, I managed to grasp the handle between my teeth. My entire body now quivered and flushed pink and embarrassed as I turned and crawled to a stop between Master's bare feet. My eyes focused on the small textured pattern of the chair as I tried to hide the shame.
He made not a move, nor a sound. Finally His stillness forced my gaze to rise and meet His eyes. The knowing smile on His face made me squirm and drop my eyes. His hand came up and stroked my face and I sighed and instinctively rubbed against Him. He grasped either end of the crop and forced my face up to meet His gaze. His smile deepened and I felt the hard handle press further into my mouth, against my tongue and I gagged briefly, eyes wide.
"Arms up, bold slut, and clasp them behind your head." He commanded.
I quickly clasped my hands behind my neck and spread my elbows wide as well as my knees leaving my body completely open and submissive to Him. My breath quickened and my chest tightened with a combination of fear and arousal. But He waited, again until my eyes locked with His before stroking my cheek with the broad leather end of the crop and brushed it across my lips for a kiss. Again, my nipples hardened and flushed a deep rosy hue, the reaction noticed and approved with a nod of His head. I closed my eyes as He gently stroked across each shoulder. I shuddered as the lower curve of my left breast was teased with the softest touch. Then I gasped as it nudged my chin, forcing my head to rise sharply.
"Look at me." His voice warned softly.
Swallowing hard against the rush of emotion, I looked into His eyes.
"Are you my little slut?" He asked.
I responded with a whisper and a nod, "Y-y-yes."
A small frown crossed His face as He spoke. "Yes what?"
My mouth was dry as the words He sought stammered from my throat. "Y-yes, I am your little s-slut, Master."
"You want this, my dear." He spoke more firmly. "You want me to command your body and use you for my amusement. Yes?"
I felt the rush of desire through me causing my breasts to tighten further, my thighs to clench and my lower lips to throb.
"Yes, Master. I want to be your little slut. I want you to command my body and use me for your amusement because I am your slut." I answered breathlessly, but clearly.
"Very good." He replied with a smile. "Look at me slut. We shall begin."
I kept my eyes trained on His face and the leather flap trailed across the tightened nipples. He watched me intently, not missing a single response from my body. Seeing my teeth nibble at my lips as I forced myself to hold still, watching the goose-bumps rise on my flesh as He tickled down my belly and smiling as He stopped just above the center between my legs. Very deliberately He leaned forward and stroked the leather across the lips of my pussy. A moan escaped me and I flushed pink in the face, mortified at the reaction and the wetness He found there. The stroking between my lips intensified as the crop stroked against me purposefully noisy with my wet arousal.
"Yes you are a little slut", He chuckled.
Ashamed at my arousal, I felt the crop press more closely into me, actually piercing into my body slightly and I couldn't help the noise of denial that whispered from my mouth. Not with this instrument of punishment!, I thought. I screamed inside, this tool is made for an animal, No!
"No?" His eyes sparked with a dark fire as if He read my mind. "You dare deny ME, slut?
I shook my head. "No sir, no sir, whatever you desire."
"I thought so." He said with a nod and replaced the head of the crop between my lips. "It is much more effective when wet. Prove your willingness, slut. Wet the crop."
He watched intently as tears flowed from my eyes to wet my flushed cheeks. Hesitantly my hips moved against the bit of leather, the other end held firmly by His hand. Slowly I pressed further, until it sat just inside my lips now completely drenched with aroused juices. I began to thrust lightly against it and dark forbidden thrill of arousal pooling deep in my belly and I was unable to contain the moan of pleasure at my own willing violation and my pleasure increased.
"Enough!" He spoke sharply. "This is not about YOUR pleasure whore. It is time. Do not dare to close your eyes".
He leaned over and grasped my hair with His free hand. Tilting my head back sharply, He plunged into my mouth with a deep searing kiss, branding His ownership upon my lips that was forceful enough to leave them bruised and swollen.
