Punishing errant slaves (Part 4)

I got up and left the kitchen to get dressed. I’d decided to work out instead of playing video games because Christy already had a bad day in front of her and punishing her for Megan’s trick seemed over the line somehow.

As I walked past the kitchen again on my way to the door I paused to admire the view. Megan was still in her form-hugging robe but Christy had changed into a tiny pair of booty shorts and a bikini top. I watched their asses for a minute as Christy bent forward slightly to scrub the omelet pan and Megan dried the plate that had just been handed to her. Megan turned to put the plate away and saw me watching.

“Need something master?” she asked.

“Not right now, I’m going to the gym. Once you’re done there, prepare yourselves for me. I should be back in about an hour and a half. After you’re ready, you may relax until I get home.”

“Thank you sir.” both girls said in unison.

I spent the next hour or so in a kickboxing class trying not to think about what I’d be doing for the rest of the day. Gym shorts are terrible at hiding erections. Ordinarily, there’s not enough blood available for a hard on while I’m doing one of these classes, but my heart wasn’t in it today. Plus, there were at least five top shelf hotties in class with me, all in yoga pants and tight fitting tops. My eyes would wander to one of them and then I’d start to imagine adding her to my collection of slaves. By the time the hour long class ended I couldn’t wait to get home.

“I need a shower.” I announced when I came through the door.

“Have fun with that.” Was the response I heard from the living room. It was Christy’s voice.

“What the fuck did you just say, slave?”

“I said, have fun with that.” She almost spat. The contempt in her voice was off the charts.

Obviously, I can wash myself. But ever since I’d taken Christy as a slave I’d gotten used to having one of them assist me in the shower. Groping one of their lithe bodies was so much better than handling my own, and it usually ended with me shoving my cock into a warm hole.

“Where’s Megan?” I asked, seeing that Christy was alone and starting to understand.

“Not my turn to watch her. You’re her master, shouldn’t you know where your property is?”

“I didn’t know there was a liquid brat extract, slave” I shot back “and you’d be wise to not mix it into your morning coffee in the future. Your day is already going to be rough enough.”

Christy stood up, revealing the same clothes she’d been wearing when I left. “Maybe I’ll put it in your coffee tomorrow. But you’re a dick anyway, so it probably wouldn’t make a difference.” she said with a smirk.

I realized what was happening and fought back my own smile. She got like this occasionally when she was waiting for a punishment. She acted tough, like nothing she could do would make her day worse, and usually she was right. Today however I was planning on doing the heavy lifting myself to spare Megan’s pussy any further torture. Christy was changing those plans.

I crossed the room in four long steps and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her backwards. She was right in front of an overstuffed leather chair and it buckled her knees, leaving me supporting most of her weight on my hand. In squeezed firmly, feeling her pulse quicken under my thumb and middle finger. Her face darkened and the gravity of her miscalculation set in.

I held her tightly for at least 40 seconds before loosening my grip slightly. It’d be no use to have her pass out this early. “You’re already in trouble for conspiring against me with your slut friend yesterday. Why would you choose now to show your bitch side?”

“Sorry master” she almost sang, in a voice that meant she absolutely wasn’t.

I lowered her tiny frame to her knees and looked down at her. “You certainly will be soon.” I said as I pulled my shorts down, exposing my throbbing dick to her.

“You complain about me being a brat, but it’s clear that you like it.”

I grabbed her face in my right hand and squeezed, opening her mouth. Then I buried my left hand into her hair and shoved myself into her mouth in a single stroke. I felt a slight pop passing her barrier but didn’t stop. Christy was looking up at me with fear and excitement in her eyes. I began fucking her throat like a Fleshlight, not pausing to let her breathe or swallow. My fantasies from the gym and all my plans for the day swirled in my mind and I was soon ready to cum for the second time of the day.

I reached down and took hold of one of her breasts, which were as perky as any teenager and a wonderful c-cup size. I squeezed with all my might, which resulted in muffled gasp and Christy pulling away involuntarily. I held her face still with my other hand and thrust in one final time, pumping my cum down her throat.

Tears were running down her cheeks and her chest was covered in her own saliva due to her gagging on my cock for the last few minutes. I pulled out, finally allowing her to breathe normally. “Go clean yourself up. I expect you to be dressed and ready in 20 minutes. Wear the leather harness with the collar.”

“Yes, master. Of course, master” her voice was softer now. All hints of defiance gone.

“And send Megan down here.” I yelled at her retreating back.

Megan had gone back to sleep after getting cleaned up and dressed. I wasn’t in the mood for a shower partner anymore so I gave her a list of stuff to gather after she got Christy harnessed and suspended. We were going to start with her hands bound behind her back and then tied to the ceiling.

Before that though, I requested a couple sandwiches be made along with a protein shake. She was writing it all down like a waitress taking a very fucked up dinner order. As I finished she asked “Will there be anything else master?”

“Yeah kitten, you better get some food for yourself too. It’s going to be a long afternoon.”

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