Waing up Late

It's time for breakfast. The Master calls me in to cook breakfast, bacon, eggs with cheese, toast with butter and orange juice. I reach for the apron to cover my naked, marked body but the Master stops me. He pins me to the stove front with His naked body. "You're going to cook breakfast naked and enjoy every pop of the oil on your skin. I will hear no complaints. You can yip or whimper all you like but no complaining." I nodded my head and began to cook.

Turning the burner on medium I loaded the pan with bacon and awaited the pops. As the bacon browned and grease built up in the pan I held my breath every time it popped. Was it going to hit my skin? Where? Remember not to complain. All of this goes through my head with every pop. The Master is very particular about His bacon. It needs to be crisp and brown but not burnt to where it crumbles when you bite it. Being careful to make it perfect the grease popping and burning my stomach and breast area I yip and moan but do not complain. Bacon cooked, it is time for the eggs and cheese and I start the toast. Once breakfast was made I plated the Masters food and then my own. Taking them to the table and then pouring the orange juice I came back to the table to find my plate of food on the floor next to the Master's chair. I know this means that I am not allowed on furniture today without permission. As He has placed it on the floor, that is where I go to eat without silverware, being sure not to take a bite before Him.

After breakfast is over I remove the plates and glasses and load them in the dishwasher. He turns me to see all of the marks that have been inflicted up to this point. "Still want to suffer for Me slave?" "Yes Master, please." I beg. "Good girl." He whispers in my ear, "I think the back needs some attention, it's looking pretty bare." "Yes Master, thank You."

We move from the kitchen into the spare room which holds some of the more interesting furniture. He motions me to the massage table knowing full well I am not going to be getting a massage. Once on the table, on my stomach, laying flat against all of my fresh marks I feel each and every one.

He moves around the table locking my wrists and ankles to the legs of the table. With my face in the hole in the cushion I cannot see what is coming but I hear it. I am amazed at the knowledge I have of each of His tools. As He walked He would snap the tool and I knew that it was a dressage whip. Starting at my ass He moves up and down my body with various strengths from taps to solid hard strikes. Some with just the tip of the whip and others with the rod itself. The sting of this whip was less than the bamboo cane but the marks are very similar when the rod meets soft skin. I heard Him step away and flip a switch. I was not sure about that sound. What had a switch? All of a sudden He was back with me and the dressage whip was much harder now. I am screaming and sobbing with each hit but he is not stopping. I beg Him to stop but he just says "No'" The pain is intense and all I can do now is scream and sob knowing He is not going to stop until He wants to.

"You begged for this slave, you said this is what you wanted. Do you no longer wish to suffer for my love? I have to calm myself to answer. I take a deep breath and say "Yes Master." "Okay slave, here we go." He walks away and when He comes back I feel something akin to lava on my skin. Come to find out the switch He had flipped earlier was to heat up the wax that He just poured over my bruised and beaten skin. I couldn't even scream anymore all I could do was moan and the tears just pour from my eyes as He begins to slowly peel the wax off my body. Once the wax was off He released my restraints and this time He helped me off the table and took me into the bathroom where He drew me a cool bath. He helped me in and sponge bathed my back and all of my marks.

After the bath when the marks were cooled down and the wax was gone it was time for a more physical encounter.

~~~~~End of Part Two ~~~~~~