The morning light streamed through the curtain, pricking at Alice's eyes. She groaned as she rolled over and wiggled her toes. Mornings were not her strong point, but Marcus had been kind enough to let her sleep in today. She considered that action with some trepidation. Marcus was a strict Dom, and Alice knew there would be a price for the apparent act of kindness. She forced herself out of bed and dressed for the day - a short black skirt that barely covered her arse, and a tight black tank top. She combed her hair, pleased with it today, and enjoyed the way the sunlight made her dark strands shine. Making sure her collar was sitting just so, she made her way to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Sir," she chirped, eyeing a parcel that was sitting on the kitchen table.
"Good morning, slut. I hope you're well rested."
There it was. The price would be swiftly paid.
"Yes Sir. Is that for me?" Alice asked, motioning towards the coveted parcel. She knew exactly what it was, and having waited two weeks for it to arrive, she was antsy.
"No," Marcus said, his hazel eyes glistening with mirth. "You haven't earned it yet."
Alice nodded, and walked to him.
"Strip, slut".
Alice undid the skirt and let it fall to the ground, and quickly took her top off. Her round, pale tits bounced as she did so. She liked her tits well enough, but her soft belly was another matter entirely, and she awkwardly attempted to cover it.
"Why are you standing like that?"
"I don't like the way I look," Alice said meekly.
The mirth evaporated from Marcus' eyes as his face took on a thunderous look.
"I beg your fucking pardon?! That body of yours belongs to ME, cunt. Are you calling my property ugly?"
Tears welled up in Alice's eyes. More than anything, she hated letting her Dom down in any way.
"No that's not what I..." she started to babble.
Marcus pushed her roughly into the lounge room and onto the coffee table. He took a long, black flogger out from the black storage bench he used as a toy box, running his fingers through its tails. He looked sternly at his submissive.
"How many lashes do you think you deserve for that?"
"Um... 10?"
Marcus laughed. "20 it is! Bend over!"
Alice bent over, steadying herself on the coffee table. Marcus whipped her arse and legs relentlessly. Bright red stripes appeared where the flogger licked her soft skin.
"Owwww ow ow ow," she whimpered pathetically.
"Up on your knees slut!" Marcus growled.
Alice kneeled as Marcus retrieved a pair of nipple clamps from the toy box, connected by a long silver chain. He fastened the clamps to Alice's nipples, already hard with anticipation.
"Three fingers in your cunt, now!"
Alice slid three fingers into her wet cunt and began fucking herself. Marcus spread her arse cheeks apart and rubbed a finger on and around her hole.
