She knew she was in trouble before her hand reached from the door to the house. Her stomach quivered thinking of the tone in His voice when He had reprimanded her for her insolence. What had she been thinking to have been so lippy to Him? She felt dread roll in her belly at the thought of what would come. Thank God, He hadn't told her to cook. She would have been hard pressed to focus enough to do more than burn the meal... and that wouldn't have boded well for the color of her ass. Not that her ass would be any other color than red before the evening was over.
She hung up her coat and headed to the room to prepare as He had ordered. She took off her suit and hung it neatly on a hanger. She rolled her neck from side to side as if to relieve the tension building there. She sat demurely on the chair as she slid off her heels. Next came her thigh highs. She slipped her heels back on as He had been very specific about her clothing. She unhooked her bra, massaging the tender undersides of her breasts, thinking of His hands lovingly roaming their sensitive areas last night. She had no illusion that tonight her skin would receive that tender treatment. She rehooked her bra and unpinned her hair, letting it fall to the small of her back. At least she could follow directions if not control her tongue.
She took the blindfold that hung by their bed and walked back to the room where she was to wait. He had created a rack of sorts for her, by removing the closet door and attaching handcuffs and shackles to the frame. She knew to attached first her ankles and then her wrists. He had her practice so she could restrain herself, almost as if He knew this would happen. She shook her head dumbfounded by His foresight. She hoped He wouldn't be too long because the cuffs really stretched her out. Standing there in nothing but her heels, bra and thong was an agony unto itself as she waited. She vowed to work on that tongue of hers, relentlessly exorcising its tendency to engage before her brain.
Her arms had gone numb and her calf muscles were as taut as her back was when she heard the garage door open. It wasn't more than a few minutes before she heard Him enter the house. Her ears were perked for any sign of Him, but He knew how to move like a panther. She thought she heard His breathing, and was rewarded for her efforts by feeling His hand wrap itself in the hair that hung down her back.
She felt Him pull her hair hard, snapping her neck back as He whispered angrily in her ear, "Now what was it you said?"
Her neck was stretched back, her throat vulnerable to Him as she gulped. He caressed her white neck as she gulped again. He fingered the diamond lock He had placed on her chocker marking her as His. "I am sorry, Sir. I was just being a smart ass. I meant no disrespect. I am sorry." She whispered raggedly through her dry throat, pleading with eyes hidden by her blindfold.
"Just being a smart ass," He growled into her ear. "It's time that ass learned it's not as smart as it thinks it is." He released her hair with another snap as His hands slid down her back to her ass. "MMMmmm," He murmured, "This ass needs to be reminded who the boss is, don't you think?" She wasn't sure if it was a rhetorical question or one that He wanted answered, so she split the difference and just nodded her head in agreement.
He didn't seem to notice as His hands were fixated on tracing each curve of her ass. He squeezed and rubbed the firm flesh, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart. Soon His finger was tracing that tight little hole of hers, teasing and taunting her flesh as she waited with bated breath. She couldn't stop the arousal that had started to seep past the thin barrier of her thong, but knew this would only whet His appetite for more. She felt rather than saw the cold metal against her thigh as He cut her thong apart, leaving her spread eagled in only her bra and shoes. His finger had sped to a hurried pace as it traced her slit from ass to clit. She was drenched, dripping His fingers with her arousal each pass they gave her pussy hole. Her head had fallen back as her body responded to His touch. The waves of pleasure were building inside her as her breathing became faster and shallower. As she climbed the wall of ecstasy He was building for her, she lost touch with her dread of the lesson she was to learn. It came crashing back as the whip landed with a sharp smack against her tender ass cheek.
She shrieked as the pain exploded where moment ago, pleasure had been. Again, He used her ass as the whip's target. She screamed again. The next lash came close to her tender asshole that He had just been stimulating with pleasure. He seemed to derive much satisfaction from the crescendo of that scream because He aimed for the same spot -- not hitting it exactly, but close enough. The whip descended on her ass until she thought she would faint from the pain, and He seemed to know she was close so He stopped. She hung from the cuffs, legs held apart, head dropping forward and tried to catch her breath and regain some semblance of her composure.
His hands tenderly stroked the welts she was sure were appearing. She knew Him well enough to know this likely wasn't the end of her lesson. Again she felt rather than saw the metal of the knife as He cut her bra from her body. She felt His hands as He tweaked her nipples, just moments before the clamps tightened around their red peaks. First one and then the other.... She moaned as He tightened them. "I think your tits need to be reminded of Who owns them, don't you." Again, a rhetorical question or one that He wanted answered? She nodded her head in agreement, just to be safe. Her moans got louder tightened them and then He sadistically stroked the flesh not being pinched in the clamps. This titillation of her flesh stimulating blood flow that tried to engorged her compressed flesh. Her moans became cries as flashes of pleasure mixed with the pain of the clamps.
She was so focused on the pain in her tits, she barely felt Him attach the first clip to her labia. She felt the second He fastened to that side. She wailed in protest, but to no avail as He attached two more to the other labial lip. There was a hole in the end of the clothes pin that He attached to a small rope He tied around her thigh. He did two on each side of her sweet pussy, exposing all of her female glory to His appreciative eyes.
She was coming back to the place where the edge of the pain blurs but it was only a moment before the pain flooded to that sensitive region, between her thighs as her flesh rebelled against the clothes pins. He had strategically tied the lips to her thighs so even if she moved, she couldn't cause the lips to close. He knew she detested this type of exposure. That caused a small smile to appear at the corner of His mouth, but she couldn't see it because He hadn't uncovered her eyes.
She heard the click of the camera and could only imagine the sight she made. She guessed He had taken photographs of her pussy unencumbered by lips, spread wide, her clit standing tall and proud. The only adornment on her lower body other than the rope and clips was His name tattooed at the top her thigh, right next to the opening that still ran wet with evidence of her desire. He marveled at the eroticism of such a sight.... Her, correction, His beautiful, smooth pussy spread wide with His name on it. His smile spread from ear to ear.
She felt, rather than saw, His mind wander from "her lesson." She could only hope that He stayed distracted by whatever had caught His fancy. No such luck as she felt His hands on her vulnerable pussy. His fingers slid down to the opening to her body, dragging some of her juices up to her clit as He played with that sensitive bud. She was awash in the pleasure His hands were eliciting from her. Again and again, He took her up the mountain, never letting her cross the top for the orgasm her body desperately craved. And then He stopped.... His hands stopped their sensuous caress as His hand returned to her pussy this time with the intent of teaching her a lesson in ownership. He smacked her pussy time and time again, her clit engorged with blood from her aroused state especially sensitive to His punishment. He laughed as screams tore from her throat. He showed her no mercy when He took a butt plug and slid it through her juices and then plunged it into her already sore ass. He didn't care if it was lubed; He wanted her to know it was coming and feel that momentary fear before it filled her tight ass. He had chosen a large one, knowing it could humble her quickly. He wanted her to beg, beg Him for that which only He could give her, relief -- relief from the pain and relief from the pleasure. She was His fuck toy, His personal playground and she needed to remember that. Toys didn't sass their owner.
