She dips her feet into the warm water, leaning over to adjust the temperature. Pulling off her work blouse she drops it onto the tiles looking in the mirror.
A pretty 20 year old stares back, eyes tired from her long day at work, she tugs her hair from the tight bun, allowing the ebony hair to fall loosely around her shoulders. Turning to the bath, Isabelle steps in, the warm water already soothing her aches. She sits, the water splashing over her slender body. Washing down her body with soap, she looks over her body, faint bruises fleck her supple breasts, his markings. She sinks lower into the bath, warm water covers up to her chin, hair floating about her. She shuts her eyes, thinking about the night that waits, his arrival will be soon, she has time to dress and make dinner.
Opening her eyes she sits up, scrubbing herself down, her white flesh turning a light pinkish red. She stands, climbing out of the bath, wrapping the large, fluffy white towel around herself, stepping to the mirror and blow drying her hair into the soft ringlets he loves so much.
Letting the towel drop she inspects her body, fingers trail along her hard nipples a deep shudder incasing her body. She stops. Flushing with embarrassment, knowing that he will be disappointed now and that she will be severely punished. Leaning forwards she puts her makeup on, careful not to make an error.
Walking to the bedroom she opens the cupboards and frowning as she searches for something wear. "Damn it..." She mutters, jumping as her cell phone goes off, she steps from the cupboard she picks up her cell, flipping it open and reading it. Her breath quickens as it is from him. It says simply; 'Slave; Corset, Skirt and heels, that is all. I look forward to tonight...Master' She exhales out a deep sigh, moving back to the cupboard pulling out her black and white corset with lace ties and her black pleated skirt, two garments purchased by him for her birthday last spring. She shivers, slipping the skirt over her thighs, it barely covering her ass. She moves to the mirror, pulling the corset on, tightening the ties, her white breasts spilling out over the top beautifully. She smiles, feeling gorgeous, and already feeling herself moisten at the thought of tonight.
She walks into the kitchen, pulling out the recipe book, flicking through. She picks out his favorite dish, a very complicated one but she knows she can pull it off. Leaving the dish in the oven she glances at the time, startled at how soon he will be here, she rushes to set the table and pour a glass of whisky.
Running to the door, she kneels, legs splayed, displaying herself, the glass in her left hand, right hand rested on her thigh, waiting in baited breath as she hears the faint tapings of boots on ground. She hears the key slide into the lock, the door opening....
"Hello Slave." He muses quietly, leaning down to pick up the glass she offers. His finger curling under her chin, dragging it upwards so she may look at him.
"Sir..." She smiles taking in his heavenly scent, his stunning looks. He wearing a simple black shirt and pants, his steel capped boots of course and his large steel case beside him.
"Stand" He says sharply. She jumps to her feet, standing straight, hands placed behind her back. He circles her, murmuring quiet pleased words. She breathes in suddenly as she feels his warm hand slide underneath the skirt, cupping her ass. He steps away, she sags her shoulders slightly before regaining her posture.
"I presume dinner is ready, slave?" He asks.
"Yes Sir, your favorite dish." She smiles.
"Good, you may go dish up, I shall be there in a few moments." He smiles devilishly walking up the stairs to the bedroom.
Walking to the kitchen she pulls his plate from the oven, placing it on the beautifully laid table, pouring a glass of red wine, she grabs her cushion kneeling down on it, head held high, exposing herself with her legs parted.
Hearing him walk down the stairs, she lowers her eyes to the ground and watches his feet walk by, the scrape of chair and the creak as he sits.
"You may look up, slave." He says.
She looks up, her skipping a beat at his grin as he tucks into her meal, leaning down to feed her tid-bits off his fork along with little sips of his wine.
"That was delicious Isabelle" He beams at her.
Flushing with excitement knowing that use of her name likes this means he is thoroughly pleased. "You're welcome Sir."
"You may clean up, then come upstairs to the bedroom." He smiles places the fork down and stands, patting her once on the head he walks off.
Quickly standing she rushes to clean up, almost breaking the wineglass multiple times. Finishing in blinding speed she races up the stares standing at the entrance to the bedroom.
"May I enter Sir?" She asks.
"Yes."
She walks in, standing at the end of the bed like normal, hands behind her back, head held high.
"Did you masturbate today slave." He asks bluntly.
"No, Sir I didn't, I did as you asked, the only time I touched my body was when I had my bath."
"Good girl. "Did you touch yourself after your bath?"
She hangs her head blushing furiously. "Yes Sir, only my nipples, I wasn't thinking I stopped as soon as I did! I am so sorry!" She mutters in a pleading voice.
"Hrm, this is unacceptable, I asked you not to touch yourself, other then when you washed yourself and you disobeyed me!" He says in a deadly serious voice.
"I am sorry Sir! I swear, it was for a second!" She wails miserably, tears filling her eyes.
"You will have to be punished for this slave, you know that disobeying my orders gets you punished, it is the only way you will learn!"
"Yes...Sir" Sagging her shoulders miserably.
"Right, on the bed slave. Sit on the edge now!" He says angrily. Leaning to the case and pulling out some rope.
She sits down, keeping her back straight, eyes looking straight ahead, worrying about the punishment for her blunder, why was she so STUPID?!
He moves behind her, untying her corsets slipping it off her, her nipples hardening from the sudden cold and her arousal "Hands behind your back girl." She moves her hands behind her back, he roughly grabs them bounding them tightly with the nylon rope. He pulls her elbows back, making her breasts thrust out. "Stay like this." He orders. Moving back around to her front, he leans down into the case, pulling out some nipple clamps, she looks at the ground as he fastens them tightly about her hard nipples. "Since you wanted to touch your nipples so badly, how about I punish that area for you.
"Yes.. Sir" She says meekly.
He pulls out an elastic band, stretching it across her chest from nipple to nipple. He smirks. "Look in my eyes, slut." She lifts her head up, staring right into his dark eyes, they glittering dangerously. She holds her breath just as he lets go of one side of the elastic band, causing it to snap along her right nipple. She squeals softly. He smirks wider, repositioning the elastic band. "Right, I want you to count, 5 on the left, 5 on the right and thank me for everyone single one, you were a very disobedient girl and now are being punished, do you understand?"
She nods, "Yes, Sir, I've been naughty and now must be punished, 5 on each nipple with thanks after each."
He says nothing, snapping the elastic band along her right nipple.
"One, thank you..." She mutters painfully.
Again the elastic band snaps across her swollen and red nipple
"Two, thank-you" Squeaking highly. "Three, thank-you" She titters quickly shocked at the quickness and force of something so little.
"Four, thank-you" She pants, her pussy aching dully.