"You cause Me a lot of trouble, Princess."
That was what He said, my Master. He had said that before when I was in trouble, but this was different. His tone was sharper, more stern. Was He really mad at me?
I get in trouble a lot. My Master is so good to me. He cares about me, worries about me, wants me to be happy. He buys me things, tells me how beautiful I am, makes me feel safe. He wants me to eat right and take care of myself. He knows I get distracted sometimes, and He helps me focus and do the things I should do. But sometimes I don't. I don't eat, or I worry about things Master has told me not to worry about, or I just don't take care of myself. And then Master has to punish me.
Usually a spanking does it. He puts me over His knee...several firm spanks, just enough to make my bottom sore. Sometimes I have to say out loud what I did wrong. And sometimes He will use my whip, which gives an extra, decadent sting. Then, when I promise to be good, He hugs me and gives me a kiss. And I really, really try to be good, for a while.
Sometimes He puts me in time out. I have to sit in a chair or on the bed; I can't get up, I can't look at my phone, I can't touch myself. I especially can't touch myself. Sometimes Master will make me stare at my toys while I'm in time out. I can look, but I can't touch. And Master will tell me what He would do to me with my toys, and I want to grab them, and use them, so bad. But I can't. And it's so awful. And so delicious.
Touching myself is usually what gets me in trouble. The pussy between my legs doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Master, just like the rest of me. I'm supposed to ask permission before I play with Master's pussy, and most of the time I do. But not always. Sometimes I just forget. I get excited, and I can't help myself. I get so horny, so impatient. Actually, I stay horny, all the time. Master knows why. It's because I'm a whore. A slutty, impatient little whore. But I'm not just anyone's whore, I am Master's whore, and I am supposed to ask. But sometimes I want to cum NOW, and I just won't wait. Even though I know Master will be mad. I grab my dildo, and maybe my butt plug, and stuff myself. I use my vibrator and my fingers, and work myself into a frenzy. I might spank myself, but it's not as good a spanking as Master would give me. And when He finds me laying there, with my toys and fingers covered in pussy juice, I am in trouble again, and I will get punished instead of spoiled.
But there's more. Sometimes, I'm not impatient. Sometimes, I want to misbehave. I want to be naughty. I want to be a Brat. I Do What I Want, because that's what Brats do. I dress like a slut and tease all the guys, with a tight top and tiny skirt, and when Master corrects me, I talk sassy. And then I get punished like a Brat. Master knows how to handle me. He puts me over His knee with my bare bottom up in the air and spanks me soundly, much worse than when I just get distracted or careless. He makes my bottom so sore and my pussy so wet. When His hand comes down firmly on my ass, the sting goes straight to my pussy. My face flushes, I moan and gasp. Even when He makes me count the strokes, it just makes me hornier.
But this is different. Master pushed me into the bedroom and told me to take my clothes off. Then He sat me on this chair, and He tied my hands to the sides. So here I am, naked, with my legs spread. I don't know what's going to happen, but my pussy is already wet. I pull at the ties, but I'm not going anywhere.
Master stands in front of me. "So you want to be a Brat? You know that Brats get punished, but they don't get to cum. Only good girls get to cum. Even whores, if they're good, get to cum. So, to show you what it means to be a good whore, I am going to put you in a special time out. Struggle all you want, but I am not going to listen to you complain." He leans forward and puts one hand on the back of my head. With the other, He pushes my favorite ball gag into my mouth. It's black, with a red strap. He buckles the strap behind my head. All I can do is make muffled, unhappy noises.
"Since you can't say your safe word, I am giving you a safe gesture." He puts my largest dildo--the one He caught me with last night--in my left hand. "If you want to stop things, just drop it. Do you understand?" I nod. Even when I'm in trouble, Master is always protecting me. I squeeze the dildo. It's not as large or hard as Master, but it's enough to get me in trouble.
Master leaves the room and I am left alone, wondering what is coming. My pussy is aching, and I want so bad to jam my dildo in it. But I can't reach. All I can do is pull against the chair and feel helpless. It's so hot.
Master returns after just a moment. He is not alone. He has another woman with Him, someone I've never seen before. She is naked except for a white collar, and Master is leading her on a leash. She has blonde hair and big, obviously fake boobs.
What the fuck?
I wonder.
"I want you to meet someone," Master says. "This is Sub K. I borrowed her from Dom R, when I told him about the trouble I've been having with you. She looks good in a collar, doesn't she? Good subs get collars, which is why you're not wearing yours tonight." He's right; He hasn't put my collar on me. My collar is black leather, with a silver pendant with His name on it. I feel more naked without my collar than I do without clothes. "You are going to watch now and see how a proper sub behaves. You are going to sit there and watch how she dances for me. You get to watch when she sucks My cock. You get to watch when I spank her for being such a good whore. And then you get to listen to her squeal when she cums. Because that's what good girls get."
Master sits on the bed and pulls the new sub over to Him. He tells her to start dancing.
No!
I think in a panic.
That's MY Master! Get those boobs out of His face!
But all I can do is watch, and struggle.
Master grabs her hair, and her boobs. When He turns her around to grab her ass, she looks right at me...and sticks her tongue out! Oh, that bitch!