He looked at the room; all was in readiness. Candles flickering, casting dancing shadows upon the walls, floor and ceiling. He dipped his finger into the melted wax pooled at the base of one of the candles, watching it form to his fingertip. He glanced over at the open armoire; it contained no clothing, but an assortment of toys; paddles, whips and clamps, among many others.
He wondered which would be used tonight.
He fingered the riding crop in his hand, imagining, remembering, the sound that it made striking bare, tender flesh.
He always marked what was his.
The bed was ready as well, manacles attached to the posts of both the head and the foot of the bed. His slaves only moved when he allowed them to.
He pressed a button on the intercom. He did not have long to wait; all who served him knew the punishment for tardiness.
One of the house slaves entered leading a girl on a leash attached to a leather collar around her neck. Both were naked, slaves were not permitted to wear any clothing. The house slave neither spoke nor looked at her Master, she simply led the girl to the foot of the bed, and placing one hand on the girls' shoulder forced her to her knees.
The house slave's nipples were pierced as was her clit, a golden chain joined the three piercings. In a move simultaneously graceful and erotic the house slave dropped to her knees before her Master, head bowed awaiting further instruction.
The Master spoke to the young slave by the bed." I haven't decided how or even if, I am going to train you yet. Your former Master said that you were too willful, and required extensive discipline, which is why you were given to me. Tonight, you will only watch. You will go over to the corner and kneel, legs apart, hands behind your back."
He watched as she obeyed. Very good, he thought.
The Master studied the new slave; she was young, barely 22 years old. And her submissive tendencies were frightening to her, so she struggled and rebelled against them, even as she yearned for the control of a strong, caring Master.
Also her body was thin, too thin for some of the forms of play He enjoyed with his slaves. If He decided to accept and train her she would need to put on some weight. Her skin was clear and smooth, with a faint hint of a blush at her cheeks. She had potential, He thought.
The Master looked down at the slave at His feet "What is your name?"
"Master, the name You have given this slave is throat."
"And why are you called throat?"
"Because this slave lives for Your beautiful cock."
"throat, would you like to Me to fill your mouth with My cum?"
"Master, this slave would be honoured to be given the gift of Your cum."
"I think that there is something on your mind, what is it?"
The house slave continued to look downward, her voice suddenly quiet. "Master, this slave needs to be punished. This slave overslept and was late this morning."
The Master was silent for a moment, he was already aware of the transgression; having been made so by his butler. Master also knew that throat craved physical punishment, over all other forms of discipline.
"throat, how late were you this morning?"
"Master, this slave was 20 minutes late."
"throat, what do you think your punishment should be?"
"Lashes Master, one for every minute this slave was late."
"With the whip or the belt, throat?"
"Both Master, this slave must be punished with both."
"Very well, throat," The Master replied. "You will bring them both to me now."
He watched as she crawled to the armoire to retrieve the belt and whip. She gave both implements to The Master and awaited further orders. The master noticed throat's quickened breathing and the flush spreading across her chest. He knew that if he looked between her thighs he would find her cunt already soaked.
"Get on the bed throat, lay on your back." He fastened her wrists and ankles to the manacles, then removed the chain through her nipple and clit rings.
The master walked around throat trailing the end of the whip over her thighs and up the centre of her slit. It slid easily through her wetness.
