The next two days were a lazy dream of sex. From morning 'til night, my master kept me busy and amused servicing Him and myself. At night He had me get into His bed before Him. I would crawl down to the foot of the bed, completely covered by the sheets and wait for Him to get in. It was warm and stuffy, sometimes I could hardly breathe, but He never gave me permission to get out so I had to just wait for Him.
Around midnight He finally came to bed. I heard Him enter the room. I could hear Him moving around and I could hear His clothes rustling. I tried to imagine what He was doing, what article of clothing He was removing. I heard Him go to the bathroom, I heard the water running. I wondered what part of Himself He was washing.
When He finally got into the bed I was trembling with excitement. His feet slipped between the sheets and moved down toward me. Enough light filtered through the covers that I could see, even if only dimly. I was naked now, He had told me to get undressed and prepare for bed. He slipped all the way in beside me. My head was on a level with His waist.
"Do whatever you like, my dear," He said. "Amuse yourself, play with yourself, give yourself as many orgasms as you like. I have only one requirement of you."
"Yes, Master, how may I serve you?" The words made me feel warm and wanted, I felt happier than I had ever dreamed possible.
"I want you to constantly suck me tonight, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, you want me to suck your lovely penis all night."
"Good girl, you may get started now."
Slowly, as if we had all the time in the world, I took His lovely stiff cock in my mouth and sucked it until He came.
I swallowed all of His thick, sweet jissom and kept on sucking, just as He had instructed me. My jaw started to hurt and my lips were getting dry, but I wouldn't disobey His orders, I kept His dick as deep in my mouth as I could and kept sucking, making Him hard and stiff yet again.
"Very good, my dear." He patted my head as you would pat a dog. "You truly are an apt pupil. I have great hopes for you and our relationship."
"Thank you, Master," I said, speaking around His cock.
"I'm feeling drowsy, now, my dear. If I fall asleep, that does not relieve you of your responsibility, you understand that, don't you, darling?"
He called me "darling"! I sucked Him harder, I rubbed His balls and stroked the bottom part of His shaft, the part I couldn't fit in my mouth. Giving Him pleasure was the most satisfying activity I could imagine for myself.
"Yes, I think in a short time you may be able to graduate beyond mere sucking," He said, sleepily, "would you like that?"
"Whatever you wish, Master," I said, without letting go of His cock.
Eventually, we both drifted off to sleep.
In the morning I was brought rudely into wakefulness by His hand painfully twisting my hair.
"What have we here?" He had pushed the covers off the bed, exposing our nakedness. He twisted my hair in His fist even tighter, causing me great pain. "What were your instructions, bitch?"
"To suck you all night, Sir."
"Just 'all night'?"
"No, Master," tears ran down my cheeks and I gasped with pain as He twisted my hair savagely in His fist. "To suck you continually all night."
"And did you?"
"No, Master, I fell asleep."
"You fell asleep. What punishment do you think you deserve for that?"
"Any punishment you think is appropriate, Master."
Without letting go of my hair, He got out of bed, dragging me after Him. He strode down the hall to His pleasure room, holding my head down at His side. I had to crawl along on my hands and knees, moving as fast as I could to keep up. It was humiliating as well as painful.
When we got to the pleasure room He slammed the door behind us and flung me to the center of the flour.
"Any punishment I think appropriate, eh? Do you really want to subject yourself to ANY punishment I think is appropriate?"
I stayed on my hands and knees and lowered my head to the floor, salaaming before Him. "Yes, Master."
"What if I were to tell you that the appropriate punishment was for you to be banished from my house forever?"
"Please, Master, I am weak. Please train me to serve you better."
"What if I were to tell you that the appropriate punishment was for you to die a slow and painful death?"
"Master," I said, trembling, "I rely on your mercy and good judgment."
He waited a few moments while I groveled at His feet, not raising my head from the carpet. "I shall have my breakfast, now. While I am eating I will give some thought to your punishment. I suggest you do the same."
After He left I got up and explored the room again, looking for something, anything, that could be used to soothe His anger without banishing me from His house.
In the second closet, the one not used for cleaning supplies, I found a straight-backed chair. In the other display case, the one not used for dildoes, were some leather whips, I selected a long, thin one. The leather was soft and flexible. I hit myself across the calf with it. It stung sharply and left a thin red welt without breaking the skin or doing any permanent damage. In one of the drawers in that display case I found some shackles and hand-cuffs. I chose four chrome-plated pairs that had the keys attached.
I moved everything out to the center of the room and arranged the scene I wanted Him to find when He returned. I wanted Him to see that I was truly repentant and deserving of His forgiveness. I was willing to accept His discipline. No, not just willing, eager to accept His loving training and stern discipline.
I placed the chair in the center of the room with the hack to the door. I placed the whip and the keys to the handcuffs beside it. Then I attached one set of handcuffs to each of my wrists and ankles. The feel of cold metal against my skin gave me an unexpected thrill.
I stood behind the chair and attached the hand-cuffs on my ankles to the chair legs, above the cross braces so they wouldn't slip off. Then I bent over and attached the other handcuffs, the ones on my wrists to the front legs of the chair, again being careful to hook them above the cross braces. It was a little tricky, attaching the last one using only one hand, but I was able to do it after only a couple of tries.
There I was, completely naked and helpless, bent over and handcuffed to a chair, unable to move or save myself, completely reliant on Him to help me. I looked over to the whip on the floor beside me. Would He use it? Would He give me a simple lashing for my punishment? Or would He require a more elaborate form of discipline.
I remembered that in the same case where I found this one, there were several other whips, some were long and wicked looking. There was one that made me shudder to recall. It was a cat-o-nine-tails, each thong was over two feet long and had a metal bead attached to the end. There was something dark brown encrusted on those beads. I was afraid that it was probably blood. I didn't want mine to join it. I hoped He would be satisfied with the punishment I had prepared for Him.
I continued waiting. Hours passed. I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. Bent over the chair as I was, my legs started to fall asleep from lack of circulation. I bent my knees and wriggled my hips rhythmically, trying to restore some circulation before they became completely numb. My head started to ache and throb as well. I wished I had waited before shackling myself in that way. I was giving myself more punishment than I would otherwise have received.
Finally, my master returned. I heard His footsteps approaching from down the hall. The doorknob turned and the door sighed open, letting in a gust of cool air. I stopped moving and waited, holding my breath, hoping for the best.
"Well, well, well." I could hear the slight smile in His voice. My heart leaped in my chest. Everything was going to be all right. He was going to forgive me! "I see you have been giving the problem some thought." He walked around, making a slow, leisurely circle around my chair. When He came into my field of vision, I could see that He had put on a white, silk dressing gown. It flattered His darkly tanned skin and curly dark hair.
He stood to one side, His hands on His hips, looking down at me. I gazed up at Him, trying to appear as meek as possible. I was thrilled and delighted to see an unmistakable bulge in the front of His gown. I couldn't help smiling.
"Yes, yes," He laughed at me, "your little idea has worked." He hunkered down on His heels and pushed my hair out of my face so He could see me better. "Believe me when I tell you that I had something rather different in mind for your punishment, something not quite so subtle as what you have devised."
"I only hope I can atone for my error and win back your love and approval."
"That sounds like a set speech." He petted my head, again, like a dog's. "Do you mean it sincerely?"
For an answer, I craned my neck and kissed His hand, using my tongue.
"We shall see," He said, "we shall see."
He stood up and took off His robe. It was the first time I had ever seen Him completely naked that I could get a good look at Him. He was slightly over six feet tail, dark curly hair, deep blue eyes, and had a slim, muscular body that was evenly tanned from head to foot.
His ten-inch member was hard and stuck straight out in front of Him. I was grateful and relieved that I was able to arouse Him like that. He walked around and stood directly in front of me.
"Look at me," He ordered.
I had to lean my elbows on the seat and crane my head back to see Him. His cock was right in front of my face.
"See what you've done to me. My member is painfully swollen."
"I'm sorry, Master. How may I relieve your discomfort?"
Without speaking He merely pushed His prick forward, between my lips. I opened my mouth to accept Him. After having already sucked Him so many times yesterday and last night I was feeling more at home with His cock in my mouth than not. He moved it back and forth a few times, fucking me gently in the mouth and then pressed further in.
Inexorably, I felt the head of His cock move down my throat. With my head tilted back like that my throat and mouth were in a straight line. He had no trouble getting all ten inches into me. His pubic hair brushed and scratched my nose. I was having a good deal of trouble breathing and my gag reflex was trying to make me retch, but I managed to suppress it and merely moaned with pleasure. I was proud to finally be able to give someone a "deep throat" blow job, and I was grateful that it was this wonderful, domineering man, my new master, who had made me do it for Him.
"Oh, yes, my dear," He gasped with pleasure, "that's how it's done. You are an apt pupil. If we can teach you self-control and discipline, why there's nothing to which you might not aspire."
I moaned and hummed as best I could, trying to show Him how grateful I was for His concern and approbation.
Before coming in my mouth, He stopped and withdrew. He patted me on the head again and stepped away. Then He picked up the whip and stood next to the chair.
"Is this little toy the one you want me to use for your punishment? Is that why you put it out for me?"
"Yes, Master."
"Have you ever been disciplined like this before?"
"No, Master."
"Then I must congratulate you on your… imagination, shall we say."
"Thank you, Master."
He swung the whip and stung my buttocks with it. My body tensed and I took a sharp intake of breath.
"What was that you said?" He hit me again, harder this time.
"I said, 'Thank you, Master,' Master."
He continued lashing me with the whip. Each stroke burned and stung my flesh like fire. I wished I had a mirror so I could see what He was doing. I longed to watch the whip lashing against my skin. I wanted to see my skin turning red and swollen under each sweet, stinging blow of leather.
"Thank you, Master," I said again, meaning it. He was giving me an experience I had only dreamed of. He was treating me as I had never dared to ask to be treated.
"Thank you for punishing my transgression. Thank you for cleansing my sin with pain. Please help me to earn your forgiveness." I gasped each phrase through clenched teeth. I was having trouble breathing, I could hardly remain still. Each lash across my buttocks with the whip sent new waves of boiling pleasure through me. Each stroke of punishment made me warmer and wetter, sending me ever closer to the edge of orgasm. I knew my pussy was already wet and gushy. I could feel some drops of juice starting to ooze out of my slit and run down my legs.
Suddenly He stopped. I couldn't believe it. That would be the ultimate torture, to bring me to the brink of pleasure and to then just leave me hanging there, with no hope of fulfillment. But no, He was only going to the display case. I could see Him open it and return. He was carrying the same dildoe I had used the previous day.
"You're starting to drip, my dear. We can't have you soiling the rug. That would require even more punishment."
I knew He was playing with me, now. He wanted to give me my orgasm, but He wanted to prolong it a bit more, perhaps make me beg for it. I would, too I wouldn't hesitate to beg, to completely humiliate myself for Him.
"Perhaps what you need is a plug, a cork to stop your dripping."
He turned on the vibrator and slipped it into my pussy. Slowly but firmly He shoved it all the way in until it pressed against the top of my womb. It stretched and pulled every fold of flesh in my vagina until it completely filled me. The constant, mindless, humming vibration quickly restored my excitement. I felt myself approaching orgasm once again.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?"
"Yes, Master, thank you."
"What would give you more pleasure?"
"For you to have an orgasm with me."
"Very good. How would you like me to have my orgasm?"
"Any way you like, Master." He placed His hands on my buttocks. They burned under His touch, they were still red and raw from the whipping.
"Would you like to learn something new?"
"Yes, Master."
He spread my buttocks apart. I felt something press against my rectum. 'Oh, my God,' I thought, 'he's going to put it in my bottom!' I had never even considered letting anyone do that before in my life. But now, the prospect thrilled and warmed me.
"Oh, oh, ooooohhhh!" I screamed in pain. His cock was hard and dry. He hadn't lubricated Him or me. My flesh burned and tore as He shoved His huge cock up my bung-hole.
"Is everything all right, my dear?" He sounded so kind, so solicitous.
"Yes, please… don't… stop."
"Are you enjoying this new punishment as much as the other, my dear?"
"Oh, yes… please… more…" I gasped.
"Beg me for it, Jodie. I want to hear what you want."
"Please, Master… fuck me. Shove your beautiful hard cock up my ass and butt fuck me… please!"
With one final thrust He was in me up to the hilt.
"Oh… ah… yes… fuck me now… I'm coming. Now!" I gasped, screaming, thrashing around, coming uncontrollably. "Fuck me, fuck me, hurt me so good."
I felt His cock throb and pulse, stretching my rectum even more. I imagined the pleasure He was getting, feeling the vibrator in my pussy while He fucked my ass. I think He must have come then, with me. I felt some warm liquid, it must have been His come, drip out of my asshole and run down the back of my leg.