They entered through the front door He stopped, waiting.
She looked up to Him hesitantly, her voice soft, “Master?” she questioned.
He looked down her and then looked to the pegs on the wall, giving her an unspoken command.
“Aren’t we going back outside, Master,” she asked softly.
“Yes, little one, but you know the rules.”
“Well that doesn’t make any sense, Master,” she argued. “Why would I take off all my clothes and boots just to put them all back on again to go back outside?”
He arched an eyebrow at her, His eyes darkening; “need I remind you of the house rules, little one?” He countered.
Lowering her lashes, she slowly started plucking at the snaps on her shirt, “no, Master,” she answered softly. Mumbling under her breath, “still doesn’t make any sense, but who am I to question.”
“That’s right, slut, who are you to question? You are My slut, My slave. You do not question; you obey, without hesitation. My will, slut, not yours, slut. Now strip!” He spoke through clenched teeth.
Reaching out toward her, He ripped the shirt open, “apparently you think that since it is your day, you can do anything you want. That was not the bargain, slut. You will do what I want, when I want and you will not question My authority, slut. Do you hear Me?” He growled, gripping her chin in His large hand, forcing her head back so that she had no other choice but to look up at Him.
“I think I have been too lenient on you, slut. That is about to change, here and now. Now finish stripping and then upstairs. No arguments, no buts, nothing. Do you hear Me?” He continued to growl.
Gasping softly with the intensity of His glare on her, she slowly nodded, her voice barely a whisper, “yes, Master.”
Quickly she unlaced the boots, using the bootjack to wrench them off her feet, placing the boots neatly beneath the pegs. Knowing better not to dawdle any more, she wiggled out of the jeans, her hips shimmying as she did so. Again hanging the jeans on one of the pegs and the shirt on another, she slipped off the socks, tucking them into the boots. Chancing a look up to Him, her barefeet couldn’t move fast enough as she sprinted up the stairs, her body trembling.
She heard His boots heavy against the stone floors as He made His way up the stairs. His breath was heavy as He took deep, cleansing breaths trying to calm His anger some before He punished her. He didn’t believe in punishing when He was this angry. He didn’t want to hurt her in the anger, but she would remember well not to question or toe the line as she had been doing. She would either learn or she would have a perpetual red ass.
“In the shower, slut. Rinse off the dirt and clean yourself up and then into the room with the table. Now!” He growled.
Jumping with His fierce bellow, she ran into the shower, quickly washing.
After she had finished, she quickly dried herself, tiptoeing into the room. “Master?”, she whispered hesitantly.
“On the table, slut, and not another word out of you.” He growled.
She jumped up on to the table laying back against the stainless steel, arching her back tightly as her warm flesh met the icy cold hardness of the table.
Striding up to her, He strapped a blindfold around her eyes. “I don’t want to hear a sound out of you, slut, if you do, I will gag you. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
After He was satisfied she was completely blindfolded; He tied her wrists and ankles, non-too gently and started flipping switches. Pulling her arms straight back above her head, her legs, splayed wide with her knees bent. And then another switch to lift the table beneath her ass, her hips tilting upward to Him, fully exposing her to His whims.
Roughly pinching and pulling against her nipples, He proceeded to attach clamps to the taut peaks, tightening them until He saw her wince. He had noticed that while He had been attaching the clamps, her back had arched tightly off the table and a small moan had escaped. She had bitten her lower lip to keep from crying out. Next He walked to the cabinet containing an assortment of toys and/or torture devices, however, one wished to look at them.
Taking a soft deer hide flogger from the cabinet, He flexed His wrist, snapping the tails of the flogger. He could see her straining to hear what He was doing. He stood very still at her feet, waiting for her to relax the tenseness from her body.
After several minutes of absolute quiet, she finally started to relax her muscles. He had been waiting for this moment, He snapped the flogger lightly against her open cunt, making her jump. Again and again, He laid the flogger against her, the lips of His cunt swelling and turning a dark pink. Stopping, He laid the flogger down, slowly running His hands along the inside of her thighs. Using His thumbs, He slowly opened the petals of His cunt, the wetness glistening, blowing lightly against her, watching as she shuddered. She hadn’t made a sound in the time He had laid the flogger against her, other than to bite hard against her lower lip.
Lightly touching against the engorged clit, He chuckled, seeing how it danced against His thumb.
“Seems you enjoy your punishment, slut,” He spoke.
Watching as a deep flush stained her chest and face, she turned her head away from Him, refusing to answer.
