The Master VIII
I walk into your home slightly past midnight. John is cleaning up from his night of training you. I see you lying naked on the bed, sound asleep, no pillows, no blanket, and no sheets.
"How did she do?” I ask John
"She fought me, but I think when all is said and done she will be one your favorite" John answers. "She took a hell of a beating and kept coming back for more, I was impressed with her. She still needs to know all the rules and she will probably fight you from time to time, it is in her spirit. But once you remind her who is in charge, she will submit."
"Thank you John, you can go, I might call you later for a different kind of less for her" I tell him.
John packs up his stuff and leaves. I wander over to the bed and see you asleep, still sticky, the room smells of sex and violence. Your body is red and bloody and bruised. I stand over you for a few minutes and watch you sleep. You don't move, your face is content. I walk out of the room and check to see if John got all the cameras installed. Every single room has a couple, all with night vision. There will be no hiding from me.
I walk back into your room and wake you. You don't move at first, you are exhausted. I gently wake you. Your eyes open and you see me. You immediately sit up and stare at me.
"I head good things tonight Pet. I am pleased with tonight’s lesson. You seen to be coming to grips with who I am and what you are. Do you understand pet?
“I ask you.
"Yes master" You tell me, your eyes don’t move from me.
I lean down and give you a soft kiss on the lips.
"Good girl" I say. "Now go get cleaned up and get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day. And a new lesson. "
You get up and walk slowly back to the bathroom to shower. You can see your body in the mirror before you shower. Your back is red and a little bloody from the whipping, your pussy and ass is throbbing and sore. You let the hot water flow over your body. It hurts at first then you grow to cherish it, you run your hands over your body feeling the whelps and the bruises. You finish your shower and go back to find the bed made for you, the covers slightly pulled back and a rose left on your pillow. I am nowhere to be found.
You fall asleep instantly and have no dreams. You awake with your alarm and go to get out of your bed but have a hard time moving from the beating you took last night. You go and have another shower and try to pick out an outfit that will hide what was done to you. You cannot have people seeing you in such a state, what would you say to them. You make your way to work and feel my presence all day. Everywhere you go you can feel my eyes on you.
Your day flies by, you hardly get anything done, you keep expecting me to show up. But I never do, he is waiting for me at home, you tell yourself, you wrap up your day and head home walking fast, bumping into people as you walk. Your pussy starts to get wet thinking of me waiting for you. Will I take you today? Will I let you have my cock? What do I have in store for you today?
You open your door quickly and wander through the house. You are looking for me, but I am nowhere to be found. I watch you with the cameras I have installed, I see your every movement. I can see you looking for me, going to every room, finding nothing. You eventually walk back to the living room and sit down in disappointment. I can see it in your face.
"You have to learn pet", I say talking to you even though you cannot hear me.
"I will decide when I play with you, I will decide when things happen or don’t happen. Just when you think I am not coming Pet, I will be there. You are mine to toy with Pet, Mine and Mine alone"
This goes on for several days. You are starting to think perhaps I don't want you anymore. You have even forgotten about the cameras. I watch you go about your life as if nothing had changed, but I knew better, and you knew better. Occasionally I would see you trying to masturbate, only to give up in anger, you cannot get off, no matter how hard you try to finger or fuck yourself. I can see you starting to get relaxed, like you are trying to go back to your old life. That is when I know it is time. Tomorrow it will begin again Pet.
I wait for you to get home from work, I am waiting for you on your couch with my back to the door. You walk in and drop the groceries in your hands.
"Hello Pet" I say. "I have been watching you. You don't seem to be doing very well. Is something wrong?"
