I am laying in a dark room naked.
I know what is coming...it will not be pretty...
I have been disobedient and I know it. Master will punish me for this...
He’ll come into the room soon with all of his punishing toys, and all I can do is wait. The ropes burn when he uses them. I wonder what else he has this time... There is always something different for me. I hear footsteps in the hall way.
No! I'm not ready yet, I think, I’m not prepared to feel this pain.
I hear him enter the room and I see his shadow from the light coming in from the hallway.
"Are you ready, bitch?" He asks me.
"Please... No..." I reply timidly.
"Tough shit, cause you are going to get it. You wanna disobey me cunt? You asked for this!"
"No Master... Please..."
"Please isn’t going to help you, now shut up."
I swallow hard.
He is totally nude before me, not quite erect yet. He grabs my right arm, and I don’t struggle, there is no use. He ties it to the bed post. As the ropes tighten I squeal a little. He laughs and then his face goes cold and he slaps me across the face.
"Shut up, don’t make a sound, and don’t look at me. Stop pretending to be so innocent you little dirty whore!"
I see him stiffen a little, and try not to look. He loves to hear me cry out, I know he does, but he’ll tell me not to, just so he can hit me again the moment I do.
He walks to the foot of the bed and jerks my legs apart and ties my feet securely. I cannot move at all now. The helplessness suddenly washes fresh fear over me.
He looks down at me and smiles, he can smell my fear, my anticipation.
"You ready now?" he asks, looking directly into my eyes.
I do not answer, trembling. He walks around the bed, crawling onto it, next to me putting his face directly over mine.
He grabs my hair and pulls; "I asked you a question slut."
I lick my lips quickly, and shaking, say, "Yes."
"That's better. You know what will happen if you don't answer me."
"Yes..."
"Really, tell me pretty slave, what will happen?"
"You'll whip me?"
He smacks me across the face, "Don't ask me what will happen, tell me!"
"You'll punish me."
"Yes, I will," he says straddling me, teasing my wet cunt, "how will I punish you?"
"You'll whip me..." I guess.
"Yes, slut, and I think I should do that now for your hesitation to my domination."
I squeeze my eyes shut, afraid. He takes the whip from it's resting place on the wall, I can hear him do it. The next thing I hear is my voice screaming out in pain, as the leather crosses my bare flesh. Three times he whips me, across my thighs, my stomach and arms, and across my hips. Tears stream down my face, and I try not to yell again. I hear him hang the whip back on the wall, and I let out a breath. I can feel lines of fire where the whip hit me, the sound of it’s impact still ringing in my ears.
He hits me again, "stop crying," he orders, just as he orders me "stop screaming," to "shut up," to "be a good girl," but then always contradicts himself with "answer me," and "spread those legs for me," and "I’m going to make you scream you little whore," and "cry for me, let me see your pain." I can feel his love though, now that he’s on top of me, now that he pushes his dick between my legs.
I try not to smile, because if he knows I want it, he might hurt me again. I continue crying, and he hits me again, only one stroke short of him entering me. My insides are sore, but I enjoy his pumping regardless. It’s the part of the day when I’m alive because he’s using me, needing me, wanting me, for his pleasure.
I’m not supposed to enjoy it, and so he pulls out his knife, and I pray silently in the dark room that he does cut me where he’s whipped me. I try not to sigh with relief when I feel the cold blade at my throat. He’s going to threaten me, not straight away cut me.
"Bitch, get wetter for this dick now, or I’ll use your blood."
The sound of this threat is enough to make me wet. The fear is leaving me.
He pounds into me restlessly for twenty minutes, until he cums inside me. I moan in satisfaction, and am content as he leaves me alone in the room, still tied to the bed. As he closes the door, I whisper, "I love you Master."