"Come." He said, despite the anger in his stance his voice was level. "This way, we need to talk." He spun and left the room leaving Blake to follow. For a long moment she stood there, fear had her frozen, but she forced herself to move. He led her through the hall again and up the stairs. She moved slowly on the stairs. Torn between looking at the pictures and paintings that decorated the walls and the need to keep her eyes on her feet she was unaware that he had stopped until she ran into his back. He glanced back at her and raised a brow then pointed to the doorway on the right.
"That shall be your room." Then he opened the door on the left, "This is mine. Move it." He motioned for her to go ahead of him. Blake, determined not to cower, strode into the room ahead of him. He followed close behind, shutting the door. He flicked the light switch on the wall and Blake bit her lip. The room was dominated by a raised bed, dark purple sheets, pillows, and blankets were piled high. It looked very intimating and Blake involuntarily took a step back. Mr. Nemilos grasped her arm and pulled her to the center of the room. He grabbed her other hand and raised them both high above her head. Blake looked up to see a hook hanging from the ceiling, dangling from the hook were a pair of cuffs. Now Blake was afraid, she squeaked and kicked her leg out. Mr. Nemilos, who had only seen her docile and accepting all night, was caught unaware. Her heeled foot caught him in the shin and he released her arm in surprise. Turning she ran for the door, but her shoe twisted under her and she fell to her knees.
"My, my, how dramatic." Mr. Nemilos drawled before grabbing her by the back of her hair. He pulled her up, ignoring her screams and dragged her back to the center of the room. "Mr. Gerald is right; you really are going to have to learn how to act in those shoes." He pulled her up to her feet and turned her, slapping her hard across one cheek, then the other. She cried, stunned, and did not resist as he once again pulled her arms up. This time he locked her wrists into the cuffs without interruption. The cuffs were high and pulled her arms painfully. She turned glaring eyes on him even as she struggled to stay balanced. He had pulled her up so high that even in heels she was forced to press on her toes, she felt like she was standing on tiptoes inside the shoes.
Mr. Nemilos took a knife out of his pocket and with a snap of his wrist the blade sprung free. Blake watched the knife with wide eyes. Her resistance melted away as she watched the light flicker on the blade, it looked very sharp.
"I really don't think you should kick me again." Mr. Nemilos said slowly, moving closer with the knife. Blake trembled, the rules said he couldn't really hurt her, but right now she was not sure if he could be trusted with the rules. She bit back a scream as he pressed the knife against her cheek, and then slowly slid it down her throat.
"Now, you stand there and practice in those heels. We have some things to discuss, don't you think girl?" Mr. Nemilos asked his voice frighteningly calm. Blake shuddered as the knife ran down her shoulder, then into the sensitive skin in her pit. She couldn't think, she could only keep track of the knife that teased her skin. Suddenly she came forward as Mr. Nemilos brought his hand down in a hard slap across her ass. "I asked you a question girl."
"Yes Sir!" She gasped out, the knife ran down into the bosom of her dress and with a sudden motion he cut the dress open in the front. The knife sliced the dress from her breasts to the hip, the material falling open.
"At least you followed instructions about the underwear." Nemilos grumbled, grabbing her breast with his free hand. He twisted her nipple painfully and she wanted to scream. No one had ever touched her breasts and now they were being pinched and grabbed, not gently or tenderly, but angrily and painfully. In that moment she regretted not taking a lover on her own terms, now her body would be stolen from her and she would receive only pain and heartache. She wanted to sob in pain, humiliation, and defeat, but Blake was not one to give in to defeat so she kept her head high and fought back the tears.
"Rule number one, I am not Mr. Nemilos, I am not Sir, I am your Master. Do you understand girl? If you address me as anything other than Master I will take you over my knee no matter where we are. I don't care if we're in the middle of a busy store, I will beat your ass. Do you understand?" He let go of her tit, but then slapped the other one. Blake couldn't help but cry out and tried to twist away, but he grabbed her hips and slapped her tit again.
"Yes Master!" She screamed as the pain exploded in her chest. No man had ever touched her this way before and his cruel slaps were overwhelming. Blake had never experienced real pain, earning very few punishments even as a child. She wasn't sure how to handle it; she was quickly become over stimulated and overpowered.
"Good girl." He said. "There will be other rules and we will go over them all. You will break rules, and I will be there to punish you. Normally I give my girls a grace period where they get reminders without punishments. However, since you are already nineteen I shall have to move straight on to the punishments." He ran the knife around her dress, cutting the fabric and pulling it away. Blake tried to step away, but his hand was always there, always guiding her back to where he wanted her. Even if she could move away, dangling from the ceiling she had no way to escape.
"Now, tell me why you're here." Mr. Nemilos stepped back and looked over the naked girl hanging. Mr. Gerald had made sure she stayed fit, even if he did not train her to be very submissive. She was pleasant to look at. He moved away and out of her line of sight, Blake tried to twist and watch him, but she was unable to turn far enough.
"I don't understand the question." Blake answered, and then screamed as a line of fire moved down her back. Mr. Nemilos brought the belt down four more times, each slap covering a different portion of her ass and back and leaving angry red welts.
"I don't understand the question Master!" Blake screamed.
"Good, you picked that up quickly." Mr. Nemilos said. "I want to know, in your words, why you are here dangling from your wrists. Why is your stuff in my home, why are you now my property?" At the word property Blake stiffened, but wisely she did not argue. Her mind raced to find the best answer, the safest answer, but when she did not answer right away Mr. Nemilos brought the belt down again. This time it overlapped the previous welts and Blake snapped up, screaming.
"I don't know Master!" She screamed, and then screamed again as the belt came down on her ass again, and again. Four more times it crossed her ass and Blake was screaming herself hoarse, her face red and wet with tears. The pain was too much for her, she couldn't stand it anymore.
