She was tied down when I came in. Just like I asked one of my many whores was on her back on the wooden table. Her hands were strapped to her side along with her neck while her legs were up and over her. Spread wide, a rope held them suspended.
Good. Jack had done a good job. Smirking I walked over and placed the glass of whiskey gently beside her. If he hadn't I would have made sure he wouldn't sleep tonight. I still might if this cunt couldn't entertain me enough.
Returning my attention to the slut I stroked her inner thigh. She was trembling. I would show her why people didn't fuck with me. I played with her like this for a few minutes while I stared at her blindfolded face. Remembering her crime.
I had come from work tonight to find this slut standing up.
Sluts don't stand in my mansion.
I have fifty of them and they all knew their place was beneath me. This bitch clearly didn't.
"Scared?" I asked knowing full well she couldn't answer with the large gag in her mouth. I liked them defenseless.
"You know baby" I say in a sweet voice " if you had any questions about the rules you could have just asked me." Moving my hands I started undoing my belt. She flinched from the sound.
"I would have had no problem showing you." Folding the leather belt in two I ran it loosely on her legs and ass. Before this session was over they would be black and blue.
Walking over I removed the gag in the mood to hear her beg. She didn't disappoint.
"Please master" her voice was desperate as tears ran down her face. "It was a mistake I didn't-"
"And my whores don't make mistakes" I cut her off voice cold "they are all good little girl's and if they're not" cerasing her face I finish "I'll make them."
Done talking I walk back to her ass. One thing I knew from experience was that sluts never learned through talking.
"Now" I said standing to the side readying my arm for the many blows I was going to give. Usually I would have one of my boys do this but after the meeting this morning I had built up anger. And she was the lucky bitch that would receive it. "I don't wanna hear a noise otherwise I'm switching the belt to something else"
With that I brought the belt down hard on her ass. She flinched hard but didn't make a sound.
"That was just a warmup," laughing I took a sip of my drink.
As soon as I set the glass down the games ended. She must sense this because her body visibly stiffened.
Lining the belt just below her cunt I gripped it tight, pulled back, and brought it down with as much force as I could muster. The sound of the impact and her scream rang out in the basement.
Dropping the belt I reach for the whip I had jack prepare on the side. I knew I would make the bitch scream early.
"No please. I'm sorry master. Please please plea-" she cried and begged.
"Shhh" she immediately quieted "start counting cunt."
Not giving her time to think the whip cut through the air and landed on her thighs. Another scream as the area reddened. My favorite thing about this whip was that it hurt like hell.