I woke with Master’s lips pressed to mine. “Wake up my slave it’s time to get up if we are to get to the theatre in time. I suggest we have something to eat now then go out for dinner after the show.”
“That sounds wonderful Master,” I said and he went and fetched the room service menu from the dresser. We decided on coffee and cakes and Master rang down with our order. Getting out of bed, he pulled on his clothes and leaned down and kissed me.
“You have permission to stay in bed while the waiter brings us our food.”
“Thank you Master.” I was pleased that he was not going to make me greet the waiter naked. After a short while there was a knock on the door and Master went over and answered it. The waiter put down the tray he was carrying and stood there, obviously waiting for a tip. Master looked at him.
“Would you like to see something interesting?” Without waiting for a reply Master came over to the bed and, in one fluid motion, pulled the covers off me leaving me totally exposed to this stranger’s eyes. I instinctively tried to cover my pussy with my hands but Master told me to put my arms above my head and open my legs wide. He ran his hand over my body, lingering when he came to my clitoris. Despite the presence of the waiter, I felt a shiver of desire go through me.
“Would you like a feel?”
“Yes please sir.” The waiter could hardly contain himself. He came over to me and tweaked my nipple. He caressed my breasts then bent over me and started to suck on my nipples. By the time he moved his mouth down my body, I was wet. Then, looking to Master to make sure it was all right, he ran his tongue over my clit.
“Oh God yes!” I couldn’t help myself; he had made me so horny.
Abruptly Master said, “That’s enough” and pulled the waiter away from me. Stuffing some money in his hand, he escorted the waiter to the door and closed it behind him. Master walked over to me with a scowl on his face. He pulled me to an upright position and slapped me hard across the face. “Slut” he said, “You certainly appeared to be enjoying that.” I made a feeble attempt to deny it, but the truth was I had been enjoying it.
I could see him fighting for control of his emotions and finally he said, “That will go into the punishment book.” Taking a deep breath he said “We’ll forget about it for the moment and concentrate on our evening out. Lets have our coffee and cakes.” I felt he was being most unfair about this but decided not to say anything. Hopefully he would forget all about it.
He poured coffee for both of us, and then told me to choose a cake from the selection on the silver serving plate. I immediately went for the chocolate cake and he laughed. I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had calmed down. Taking a bite of the chocolate cake, I began to feel better. I resolved not to let this incident spoil our night out. I finished the cake and he urged me to have another piece. I did not need much persuasion and by the time I had finished the cake I felt full up and happy.
While I was eating, Master took his cell phone to the other side of the room. “Reception is better here,” he explained. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but he soon returned with a grin on his face. “Just confirming our tickets for tonight” he said. He sat down on the bed and chose a Danish pastry. He bit into it and smiled at me. He sipped his coffee and said, “Everything is set.”
By the time we had finished eating, it was time to get ready to go out. I chose a black skirt and jacket with matching black underwear. Master told me not to put anything under the jacket, just my bra and I did as he said.
“Oh by the way, after the show we are going to visit an old friend of mine.”
”Oh?”
“Yes, I promised to look him up next time I was in New York, so we will stop round at his place after dinner.”
“Ok.” I said.
“We’d better get going” Master said “or we will be late for the theatre.” I agreed with him and we went downstairs to get a taxi. It was not far to the theatre in Broadway and I was looking forward to seeing the play. Master had obtained seats at the front of the theatre and I thoroughly enjoyed the comedy. He held my hand during the performance and bought me champagne during the interval.
By the time the performance was over, I was starving and asked Master where we were going to eat. He replied that there was a nice, cozy bistro he knew of in Greenwich Village. He said we would go there before going on to see his friend. He hailed a cab and we sped off in the direction of the Village.
We pulled up in front of a little bistro and Master paid the taxi while I climbed out of the cab. We went inside and Master asked for a table for two in a quiet corner. The waiter sat us down and brought menus and we both decided on the coq au vin and escargot to start. Before too long the waiter brought us our escargot and I savored the little snails in their garlic sauce. The chicken was delicious and we finished off the meal with profit roles. I enjoyed every bite of the cream filled pastries with their chocolate topping. We ordered coffee and I sipped mine, sated by the meal we had just consumed.
As we drank our coffee, I asked Master about this friend of his. He replied that he had known him for many years. I wondered what Master had in mind for the rest of the night. Master paid the bill and we left the restaurant. “We can walk to my friend’s place,” he said “its not far.” We walked a couple of blocks and came to an old building. Master pressed the buzzer by the door and a voice answered. Master said, “We’re here Theo, downstairs.” The door buzzed and Master pushed the door open. We entered into a dark lobby with a lift off to one side. We got into the lift and took it to the first floor and were met by a tall, dark man with a goatee beard.
Master shook hands with his friend and we were ushered into a large loft apartment. Master introduced me to the man and said to me “This is Master Theo, an old friend of mine.”
“How do you do Sir” I said. Master Theo had piercing blue eyes and a cruel twist to his mouth that not even his smile could completely disguise. He led us to a corner of the flat, which was furnished with overstuffed sofas.
We sat down, Master on one of the sofas and me at his feet. Master Theo opened a bottle of wine and put it down on the coffee table, together with three glasses. We drank the wine while the two men talked. I was tired and I tuned them out until I heard Master telling his friend what had happened with the waiter and how I had responded to him. “I would say that calls for a severe punishment” I heard Master Theo say. “Why don’t you leave her here with me for a while and I will see she is suitably chastised.”
“That sounds like a good idea” Master said.
I was horrified and begged, “Please don’t leave me Master.”
“Be quiet,” hissed Master Theo “or your punishment will double.”
“Yes” said Master “I think a session with you will teach her not to be such a slut. I am going to leave her in your hands for a while. Do as you wish with her, but don’t fuck her. Other than that you may teach her a lesson in what ever way you choose.” Having said that, he handed over my leash to his friend and stood up.
“Master, no!”
Heading towards the door, Master looked back at me with a cold expression on his face. “Yes my sweet, I will be back later.” With that he was gone leaving me alone with Master Theo.
I felt a shiver of apprehension, looking at this stranger. I got the impression that he would thoroughly enjoy punishing me. “So” he said, “Your Master says you are a little slut and need to be taught a lesson?”
“No Sir I am not a slut!”
With one swift movement, he slapped me hard across the cheek. “Be quiet! You will not speak unless I say you may.” I nodded, shocked by his outburst. “Your Master told me how you responded to the waiter and thinks you need to be taught a lesson. I am just the person to teach you.”
“Please don’t hurt me Sir,” I whimpered. He slapped me hard across the face again.
“I told you not to speak unless I gave you permission,” he growled. Walking over to a dresser in a corner of the room, he came back holding a ball gag. “You give me no choice but to gag you.” He fastened the gag around my head, the ball in my mouth. I was unable to make a sound.
“Now strip Kitten,” he ordered. When I hesitated, he picked up a crop and slashed me across the thigh. “Undress” he repeated. I nodded and began to take my clothes off. “Pick up your clothes from the floor” he commanded and as I bent over to gather up my things, he brought the crop down hard across my ass. “Put them on the sofa then come back here” he commanded. I did as he told me and then went and stood in front of him. My hands automatically went to cover my pussy and I felt another hard stroke of the crop.
“Follow me” he said and headed for a room on the other side of the apartment. He entered the room and I followed. Inside, I could see it was fitted out as a dungeon. In the middle of the room was a whipping bench and he told me to bend over it. I did as he said and he fastened my wrists and ankles so I was unable to move. I could not see what he was doing and I could not make a sound. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up a cane.
He began to beat me, bringing the cane down across my ass and thighs. I screamed soundlessly into the gag. He laid the strokes on thick and fast, covering every inch of my ass with painful stripes. Finally, he put down the cane and I thought my punishment was over but he released me from the whipping bench and dragged me over to one of the walls. Swiftly, he fastened my wrists and ankles to rings set in the wall so I was spread-eagled and facing him. He produced a single tailed whip, about three feet long and stood in front of me.
Taking aim, he landed the whip across my left breast, leaving a trail of fire. He took aim again and caught me on the nipple of my right breast. It stung like nothing I had ever felt before. I heard the crack of the whip again and felt an agonizing pain between my legs. He had aimed the whip at my pussy and had met his mark. He turned his attention to my thighs and whipped them unmercifully. Some of the strokes drew blood and I was aware of it trickling down my thighs.
Just when I thought he was never going to stop, I heard a knock at the door and Master had returned. He took in the scene at a glance and said to Master Theo “Enough! I don’t want her marked.” He removed the gag from my mouth and kissed me hard. “I think she has learned her lesson.”
He kissed me again and released me from the wall. I fell to the floor, sobbing and Master saw the welts across my ass and thighs. “You have done a thorough job Theo, I think she has been punished enough.”
“My pleasure” smirked Master Theo. “You can call on me anytime.”
“I hope it will not be necessary,” said Master. “Now help me clean her up and we will be on our way.” Master Theo produced a bowl of water and a towel and Master gently wiped the blood from my thighs. He helped me get dressed and asked me if I was all right.
“Yes Master” I replied in a subdued voice.
Master Theo offered us a glass of wine but Master said we had to get going. “Have you thanked Master Theo for your punishment?”
I turned to Master Theo and said “Thank you Sir” through gritted teeth.
“Anytime my girl” he replied with a sneer.
“Very well, I think it is time we were going,” said Master, shaking hands with Master Theo. I hurt all over but I was not going to show it. Master clipped my leash back on and led me out of the door and into the lift. I felt nauseous but managed to hold it in till we reached the street. Then to my shame, I felt my stomach heave and I vomited into the gutter. Master held my hair out of the way until I stopped. “I think we should get you home,” he said solicitously, but there was not a word of apology for putting me through this ordeal. I knew from past experience that he would never mention this episode again.
Master hailed a taxi and we drove back to the Astoria. He paid the driver and helped me out of the taxi. Holding on to me, he helped me back to our room and after stripping me of my clothes, gave me permission to use the bathroom. I crawled into the bathroom and used the toilet. After washing my hands and face, I brushed my teeth, leaving my mouth fresh again.
I crawled back out of the bathroom and Master told me to stand up. I did and he walked around me looking at the welts on my body. Seeming satisfied, he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. He ran his hands over my body and I saw a glint of animal lust in his eyes. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, taking my nipples in his mouth one at a time. Feeling between my legs, he found me wet and without further preliminaries, shoved his hard cock deep into my cunt. He fucked me hard and I found myself responding. He was hard and strong and each stroke of his cock pushed me nearer to orgasm.
“Please Master may I cum?”
“No, my little slut.”
He went on pounding me hard and deep.
“Please!”
“No!”
He fingered my clit and I cried out with pleasure. I could hardly bear it.
“Oh God, please!”
“Wait.”
I felt his hands cupping my ass cheeks, spreading them. I knew I couldn’t stand much more of this before I came. Pounding me hard, he slipped a finger into my asshole and I nearly screamed out loud.
“Please Master!”
“Very well my slave, you may cum” he said as he thrust deeper into me. I went rigid as the waves of pleasure swept over me and I felt him shoot his hot sperm deep into my pussy. My cunt contracted round his cock as the contractions of my orgasm went on. Suddenly I felt him shove his finger deeper into my asshole and I was carried away with another climax. We lay there together, panting until our breathing slowed. He held me tight and kissed me.
He covered me gently with a sheet and whispered into my ear, “Sleep my pet, it’s late.” I closed my eyes and drifted off.
