Sheila fretted on her Master's bed. She lay face down into the pillow, her wrists cuffed to her ankles. Her bared bottom was high in the air making her vulnerability and shame complete.
She had been in this position many times before awaiting her Master's pleasure. But tonight was very different as she had angered her Master like never before. She had gone too far tonight and His face had been purple with rage. One look from Him had her hurrying home from the party in some distress.
The night had began well enough with Master taking her along to meet His many friends, the majority being Masters like Himself accompanied by their slaves. It was Sheila's first party and she was determined to make Him proud of her and also to have a good time. She dressed very carefully in her black leather mini skirt and matching halter-top. She wore thigh high leather boots and wore her favourite gold Celtic jewelry, which Master had given to her when He had collared her and made her His slave. Her full lips she coloured fuchsia pink to match her nails. There was one thing missing, but Master came in and adorned her neck with His collar. She was complete. He smiled at her and she her eyes shone, as she knew He was pleased with her appearance.
The taxi whisked them away to the grand old Country House and she walked in behind Him, her head bowed. She was introduced to His friends and then after the buffet the men retired to play snooker and smoke cigars and the slaves chatted excitedly amongst themselves, about their favourite punishments and the like. Sheila was having a great time and they encouraged her to drink wine with them and not wanting to appear different she drank many glasses. This was the point when things started to go badly wrong. She was unused to drinking alcohol and it rapidly loosened her tongue and her more usual quiet reserve. She was relishing being with other slaves and had never giggled so much in her life.
By the time the Masters rejoined them Sheila was well and truly drunk. She was unaware that she was talking louder than anyone else was and was also staggering to some extent. She saw a flicker of annoyance in her Master’s eyes but took no notice. Why couldn’t He let her enjoy herself for once? She started to goad him, mocking him, saying out aloud that He was too stuffy to enjoy himself and spoiled all her fun. This behaviour at a formal party was unforgivable in any circumstance, but for a slave to address her Master in such a manner was treacherous.
Unfortunately worse was to come. Sheila moved forward toward her Master ‘insisting’ He get her another drink. As she stepped towards him proffering her empty glass she lost her balance and ended up face down on the floor at His feet. Her skirt was up around her waist and made no secret of the fact that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.
