Walking slowly up the dark walk way, my heart pounding in my chest. Master and I have only been together for a few months and I had slipped out while He was at work for what was supposed to be a quick drink with the girls and ended up turning into four hours. I knew He would be mad.
My legs trembling with each step. I quietly unlock the door and slip inside, the house is dark and I let out a sigh that He must have went to bed and I wouldn't be in trouble until at least the morning. I hang up my small jean jacket beside the door and start to head upstairs. I stop dead in my tracks as the light flicks on.
Master is standing in the doorway to the living room. His arms are crossed over His strong chest. My heart jumps into my throat as I step down from the first step, hanging my head and fiddling with my cell phone in my fingers.
"Where were you?"
His voice was cold and one I was getting to know very well.
"i went out with my friends and lost track of time Sir."
My voice trembling. I keep my head lowered not able to look at Him and His dark eyes.
"And you dressed like this?"
He steps over slowly, and reaches for the short hem of my jean skirt. His question rhetorical but I feel the need to answer anyway.
"Yes Sir, all my friends dress like this," I stammer over my words, shifting nervously in my high heels.
"So all your friends are whores?"
"No Sir."
"Well only whores dress like this, wanting to show off what goods they have to use." His voice still soft and icy.
Before I can speak His warm hand grabs me around the throat and pushing me back to the wall, pinning me there. My pussy clenches with half excitement and half fear. He leans his mouth into my ear and hisses.
"Did you ask Me if you could go out whore?"
"No Sir." My tone rasping under His strong grip.
"Are you supposed to ask Me if you can go out?" His hot breath making my hips squirm.
"Yes Sir, but You were working ..." My words get cut off as He grips harder.
"There is no excuse whore, you could have texted Me, you had Me worried and I do NOT like that feeling!" He hisses, His cold eyes glaring at me.
My body freezes while He cuts my air off completely, then gasping hard as He releases letting me breath. My pussy now aching. His other hand grabs at my thin tank top and pulls it down along with my bra, exposing my breasts. His hand landing hard smacks to each one in turn until they are a deep pink. I gasp and cry out as the sting spreads through my body. My legs dance on the spot not able to move from the wall.
"i'm sorry Sir!!"
He lets go of my throat and grips a handful of my hair, pulling me down to my knees.
"You will be! Perhaps you need a little reminder of your place, and why I allow you to stay with Me!" He says quickly, kicking my knees open wide. My micro mini skirt easily slipping up and exposing my red satin panties. He crouches down and rubs His fingers hard and rough over the crotch of them which is now damp with my juices. I push my hips greedily into them.
"Well look at you My little whore is already wet!" He steps behind me, keeping the grip on my hair.
"Sometimes I wonder if you do these things just to get punished." His mouth right by my ear as He crouches behind me. He reaches around pinning my arm to my side and grabs my breast, pulling and twisting my nipple one then the other. I cry out my nipples being super sensitive and my body squirms in pain, closing my knees. He slaps my legs until I slide them open then slaps my inner thighs.
"Keep those fucking legs open!"
My panting gets harder, fear and excitement rushing through my whole body.
"Oh Sir, please, i am sorry...i'm sorryyyyy!"
He keeps pulling and twisting my nipples. My back arching with each twinge of pain. He pulls me back against His body between His legs which He drops to His knees to keep from falling back from my hard squirming against Him. My legs sliding out straight and sitting on my ass, as He slaps each inner thigh to make me spread them wider. His hand again comes around to my throat, gripping it tightly, my head hard against His chest. His other hand slips under my panties and rubbing my clit fast and hard.
"Sir!! pleaseeee!" I screech out under his grip, an orgasm now edging hard and He knows it.
"Don't you fucking dare!" His fingers now plunging in and out of my soaked hole.
My hips twisting and moving trying to force back my climax. My hands on the floor at my sides trying to keep balance, writhing back against Him. He pulls away quickly and pushes me to the floor.
Panting and gasping hard, closing my legs and trying to sit up on my knees. I watch Him walking to a chair where He had rope already sitting out. He grabs it and walks back to me. I quickly try to scurry away, knowing He's going to hog tie me, as its my most hated binding.
"Where do you think your going whore!?"
He grabs my hair and pulls me along the floor, my legs kicking and my hands gripping around His wrists, squealing and gasping. He pushes me flat to the floor on my tummy. Putting His knee in the middle of my back, grabbing my arm and pulling it back. He quickly ties and wraps it around my wrist, then pulls the other arm back and tying them together. I keep twisting and trying to move under His weight.
"Stop fucking squirming, you're just making this worse!"
"Please Sir, i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i just wanted time with my friends!"
