Kyra breathed a sigh of relief as she walked into the bedroom with the last load of laundry. She'd worked hard to complete all her chores in order to impress her master, Taran. She even had time for a short nap and a shower before he was due home.
Kyra crossed to the dresser with a stack of Taran's t-shirts in her hand and what she pulled the drawer open she heard a muffled *thunk*. She blinked in surprise as she looked in the drawer and found a vibrator she'd never seen before. She reached out, stroking a finger over it and unable to resist, picked it up and turned it on. It was her own moan of arousal that jerked her back to reality. She shut the vibrator off, a guilty blush staining her cheeks as she tucked it back in the drawer where she found it.
She put the t-shirts in the drawer and gave the whole house a quick once over to be sure she hadn't missed anything. Satisfied that she hadn't she headed back to the bedroom for her nap. She laid down and closed her eyes, thoughts of the vibrator racing through her mind. "Why did he leave that where he knew I'd find it?" she asked herself. "Is this some kind of test?" Orgasms without permission were strictly prohibited.
Kyra returned to the dresser and pulled out the vibrator again, rolling it in her hand. When she turned it on, the delicious buzz sent her beyond the point of reason. "He put it there was a reward for getting all my chores done today. He *wants* me to use it," said a tiny voice in her head.
Without another thought, Kyra shed her robe and sprawled out on the bed. The vibrator buzzed tantalizingly in her hand as she teased it over her already erect and aching nipples. A soft moan of pleasure rolled over her lips and she eagerly lowered the vibrator down between her legs, running it between her glistening wet lips. She bucked as she drew it up to hover over her clit, barely touching it.
"Ahem!" came from the door and Kyra's eyes flew open, the vibrator falling from her hand to buzz accusingly on the hardwood floor.
"Oh shit!" Kyra thought. "It *was* a test."
"Um, hi Master. How was work?" she stammered, her face blushing a deep pink.
"Not nearly as good as your day of chores appears to be," Taran growled.
Kyra crawled off the bed to kneel at his feet, head lowered in shame. She gasped when Taran's fingers laced in her hair and jerked her face up roughly so she was looking in his eyes. The displeasure she saw there had her whimpering, both in fear and guilt.
"I'm sorry Master. I thought you left it where I would find it as a reward," she said, stumbling over the words.
Taran looked down at her, his eyes dark with barely restrained self-control. "Stay right where you are, slut. I'll be back when I figure out how to deal with this."
Kyra trembled visibly but remained planted on the hard surface of the floor, too afraid to notice the pain in her knees. She whimpered softly as Taran slammed out of the room.
..........
Taran sat on the couch with his head in his hands. He was angry for a couple of reasons and he didn't know which one bothered him the most. He had come home early because it was the one year anniversary of her collaring. He had wanted to surprise her with a nice dinner and some play time. The vibrator was meant to be a part of that play.
He was also angry because she had broken the rule. She had betrayed him and all that their relationship was built on. Yes, that was what bothered him the most. He wiped a lone tear from his cheek and considered his options.
He could paddle her more severely than ever before, until she begged him to stop, until she promised to never do it again. He was reluctant to do this however, because it was possible she would grow to fear him. Kyra was his most cherished possession and the thought of her being afraid of him turned his stomach.
He could restrict her activities, denying her access to the things that brought her pleasure. This method had some merit but he still wasn't satisfied with it.
