She was late. One moment she had an hour, and the next she was late, with no idea how time had passed so quickly. She didn't know how she had managed to be late, but she knew that wouldn't matter. He had told her to be there by 8:00, and it was already 8:10, and if this traffic didn't lighten up soon, she would be even later. By a stroke of luck the traffic started clearing, and she was pulling up his driveway at 8:15. After parking her car, she started removing her clothes and tossing them into her backseat, her mind getting more and more anxious at what he might do to her for being late, while her body started getting more and more aroused at the same thought. She finally tossed her panties into the back seat, and climbed out of her car, naked, goosebumps forming on her skin while her nipples hardened in the cold air. She walked quickly up the driveway, ringing the doorbell before kneeling in front of the door, her body shivering with cold, excitement, arousal, and fear. And she waited for the door to open.
He checked the clock over his fireplace, surprised at her lateness. He wasn't upset, much anyway, but surprised that she would break the first order he had given her for their four day weekend together. He knew that she always got to his house early, sometimes an hour early, and either waited in the driveway until the appointed time, or rang his doorbell early. Of course he never let her in early, but he knew that she was always here early, so this lateness was very surprising. He glanced at the clock and saw it was 15 minutes after 8, when he heard her car pulling up the drive. He glanced out the window, and saw a flurry of motion going on inside the car. He was glad that she hadn't forgotten all her orders, but that wasn't going to help her. He smirked lightly and turned around, heading up the stairs to the master bedroom. He chuckled lightly, thinking how appropriate that name was, when he heard the doorbell ring. He chuckled a little more as his smirk deepened, and continued up the stairs to the bedroom. He was looking forward to this weekend.
She thought about ringing the doorbell again. Maybe he had been listening to music as he did so often. Maybe he was in the shower. But she knew he wasn't. This was his way of punishing her for being late. She shifted on her knees, her body growing sore from kneeling on the welcome mat so long. Her eyes looked down, and she saw her hard nipples pointing out from her perky breasts. She smiled at the thought of how much her breast pleased Him. He enjoyed sliding His dick between them while she was tied down, as well as sucking and biting her hard nipples while He fucked her. She felt her pussy moisten at these thoughts, her thighs squeezing together a little. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe slower, to help herself calm down, when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes and looked up at Him, her pussy moistening even more when she saw Him looking down into her eyes. Her eyes were so busy staring into His, she failed to notice the things in His hands.
He finally exited the bedroom, briefly pondering how long he had been in there, before deciding he didn't care. His grip tightened on the crop he was holding, his other hand swinging the nipple clamps back and forth from the chain that connected them. He glanced at the mirror as he was walking down the stairs, noting how his eyes were now a light grey. He wondered if his eyes truly did change based on his mood as she had said they do. He supposed they must, as they had been greenish in color earlier in the day. He continued down the stairs, before coming to the front door. He grabbed the handle and twisted it, opening the door. He almost smiled as he saw her kneeling there, her body and presence always making him feel happier. She looked up at him, her eyes showing fear, excitement, and arousal. He looked down her body, noting her hard nipples and the way her legs seemed to squeeze together. He wanted to pull her inside and fuck her right in the entryway, but knew she needed to be punished for being late. He looked back into her eyes, his face becoming stern. "You are late."
"You are late." She looked back at the ground, those three simple words causing her to feel ashamed for disappointing Him. She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it and closed her mouth again, her eyes staring at His feet as she continued to kneel on the uncomfortable mat. She had no response to His words, and knew that making excuses would only make it worse for her. She glanced up a little, and finally noticed the items He held. Her nipples hardened when she saw the clamps, and felt her pussy quiver when she saw the crop. She quickly looked down again, hoping He hadn't noticed her body getting more aroused at her perspective punishment.