I walk into the room, shutting the heavy oak door behind Me, and turn, a satisfied smile on My face as I see My girls, kneeling, backs straight, eyes cast down, awaiting My arrival.
"Good evening, sluts." I growl.
"Good evening, Master" you both answer in unison.
I cross to the cabinet against the far wall and remove the key from My pocket, unlocking it. Opening the doors, I summon you over My shoulder.
"desiree…attend!"
Rising gracefully from your kneel, you cross to Me and stand, hands clasped in front, eyes down.
"How may this one serve you Master?" you ask.
I pull a set of chains and shackles from the cabinet and, turning, thrust them against your stomach. A small gasp escapes from you, and your hands come up to grab them before they fall onto your feet.
"Chain rachel to the wall, arms and legs outstretched."
"Yes, m'Lord" you respond, turning back to where rachel still kneels. Seeing you approach, she rises, following you as you pass her and head to the wall of rings. Having heard My command, she assumes an X-position against the wall. I can see the momentary look of disappointment on your face as you realize she's going to submit without needing to be coerced. I smile proudly to Myself…you truly are My girl.
With more force than required, you tightly clamp the shackle over her right wrist, passing the chain through the ring above her right hand and then the one above her left hand. Giving the chain a sharp yank, you pull her up, causing her to yelp in surprise and rise up on her toes. The other shackle snaps tightly around her left wrist.
I watch as you kneel before her, shackling and binding her ankles in a similar fashion, leaving her hanging, suspended, on the wall.
"Kneel before Me, slut." I command.
Obediently you return to Me, sinking to your knees, thighs spread revealing the treasure which is Mine.
I reach down and you feel My fingers entwining in your hair. I sharply yank your head up, My eyes boring into you.
"Mine." I say.
My right hand flies suddenly and strikes you hard across your left cheek.
"Who owns you?" I demand, striking you back-handed across your right cheek.
"You own this one, Master" you whimper.
"Who controls your orgasms?" I bark, My hand slapping your left cheek again.
"You tell this one when to cum, Master" you reply quickly.
I pull on your hair harder, yanking your face back around to meet Mine. "Then why did you cum last night without My permission?"
I see the surprise in your eyes…wondering how I found out. Glancing quickly at rachel, you realize how, as her face blushes deep crimson with guilt.
"Yes, My slutty little whore…Master knows all things."
I shove your head away from Me, releasing My grip on your hair, pushing you over backwards. As I turn and begin walking to the rack, I growl back at you over My shoulder.
"Present your ass for a beating!"
I select My favorite crop from the rack and turn back, seeing that you have assumed the proper position, elbows flat on the floor, head resting on your folded arms, ass held high. I walk back over to you, swinging the crop, causing it to whistle as it cuts through the air.
I draw it back and bring it down sharply across your buttocks, causing a bright red welt to immediately begin forming. I strike your ass again and again, landing the crop across virtually the same spot each time, until the skin breaks and droplets of your blood begin to well up.
Finally, I cease My beating and run the crop between your legs, using the tip to stroke your drenched cunt and throbbing clit.
"Would you like to explain to Master why you came without permission, cunt?" I ask softly.
I hear you swallow hard to remoisten your throat and mouth. I snap My wrist quickly at your momentary hesitation, stinging your labia with the crop.
"This one is sorry for dishonoring you, Master. Last night, while you were gone, desiree began playing with her sister. Your slut forgot herself, m'Lord, and had an orgasm without begging You for it."
I remain silent, considering this, slapping your cunt idly with the crop. After a moment, I speak again.
"Are you telling Me that this is rachel's fault, then, desiree?"
I know by your silence that I have caught you off-guard. Uncertain which answer I seek, you finally manage to stammer out "Master…this one just meant…"
"SILENCE!" I roar, smacking you hard across the clit with the crop. "Turn onto your back!"
Like the good little slut you are, you roll onto your back, locking your hands together under your ass, thighs spread wide. I see the glistening nectar flowing from your cunt, coating your thighs. I raise the crop and bring it down savagely across your right breast, the tip stinging the nipple. Then I repeat the action on your left breast.
"Does a good little slut place the blame for her mistakes on her sister?" I ask.
"N-no Master" you sob.