Tree Line Motel Ch 03

"Get up and get in the room. You have been taught to ask for your pleasure. For this there is no course but for you to be punished. I have been lenient in my training of you. Far too easy I now see."

"You are to strip and bend over the chair back. I am leaving for a while, but you will not move if you know what is good for you."

She obeys within seconds. Knowing her reactions and pauses are being monitored by her Sir. She strips the flimsy clothing and the sheer lingerie from her body, folds it neatly and places it on the nightstand. All the while taking in the room, noticing its beauty and that it is yet sparely decorated.

Walls of the richest burgundy, trimmed in deep blue, and decorated with different erotic scenes. A thick and deep carpet, its color like that of a starless midnight, cushioned her feet. The king sized bed which at this time was made up with satin sheets colored black, and what looked like a cloud-soft comforter in a slightly lighter shade of burgundy. The end tables were mahogany and the tops were even with the beds top mattress. Nothing else furnished this room, except the chair.

The chair was deep maroon and low to the ground. Its back was even with her waist and the seat looked to low for anything of a comfortable nature. Very simply made, covered in velvet, yet it seemed so perfect in its simplicity. Upon looking further she could see the eye bolts in the armrests, and on the posts that served as its feet. Then she noticed that the ceiling also had strategically placed bolts. This gave her pause. This could be more then she hoped for and more then she could handle, were her only thoughts. Then she bends over the chair back and presents a very lovely view of her well shaped ass to him.

He turns and leaves the room, leaving the door open. She starts to protest but, stops herself before he hears. If he had heard the words beginning to form, the night would have ended, and so would her world that until now has revolved around her Master.

As she is bent over the chair her thoughts turn to how badly she had already messed up. She knew that her night of pleasure he had promised would now be a night of punishment. She had learned early in her training to wait for permission. How could she not wait? How could she forget such a simple thing? Her mind drifts to the last time. To the pain and fear and the vows she had made. She had already broken them. She had already ruined her image in his eyes. Now she would pay. She hears the door open further and waits his next command.

"You have been taught better then this. You had so much promise, from the first time I met you. Your vows though are nothing more then spun glass, fragile, and broken at will. This night will teach you, your place, or it will end our association. I can not have such blatant disregard from you. Your obedience is what is needed, my orders are my love. I teach you and correct you to let you know I'll keep you safe and to help you be better at your life. But, you must not need this as you disregard them when it suits your pleasure."

She is openly crying, wishing he'd let her speak. So she could tell him, he was wrong. Yet in her heart she knows he is right. She has been using this as a pleasure tool, not really caring if she followed what she should. Only doing what she had to. Never really putting her heart into her new life. As his pleasure toy, his slut, or his love, at all these things she was barely skimming along.

She looked down as she felt him place the hand cuffs on her wrists. Not the soft leather cuffs, but the metal, police style cuffs. She was not meant to enjoy this. This was meant to break her will, and to bend her to his way. The cuffs were then secured to the bolts in the chair. One arm per arm rest, separated, and restrained. Next were her ankles, spread far and each placed in restraints, heavy metal, chaffing restraints. These to were separated and secured tightly to the legs of the chair.

She looked up quickly when he came in front of her and grabbed her hair.

"You can be as loud as you need, as no one will hear you. These walls are a foot thick and sound proofed rather well. I had thought to gag you but, I think I'd rather hear you learn this particular lesson. If you cum while I'm teaching you, it is over. If you say your safe word it is over. You need this lesson as much as I need to teach it. You have earned a full 100 strikes. You shall count them and ask for the next. I'll allow time to do this, but do not lose count. If you do I'll add 5 more each time. Do you understand?" Yes Master, I am to count and ask for my next strike. I f I lose count you'll add 5 more. If I orgasm or say my safe word it is over. I need this lesson Sir, please begin it.

Slowly he picks up the black leather belt. He shows her its texture, and she is amazed at its soft looking material. Yet she knows it will hurt more then she can imagine.

Moving behind her, he runs his hand over her flesh. Then he moves the belt over the same flesh.

All of a sudden the lightening strikes thru her flesh, and her world bursts open. He has never begun full-force before. She is openly crying within seconds and trying to spit out the words, ONE, Sir may I....Please...Have ....MY next .... Strike.

To be continued