Your phone’s screen lit up the dark bedroom as you sprawled out in the bed. Reaching for it my message was direct. “I’ll be home in 5 minutes. Put in your collar, strip, have the butt plug and lube ready, and be in position three. Don’t keep me waiting.” You knew what to expect if you disobeyed me. The bruises on your plump ass had only just faded from your last transgression.
Obediently you jumped from the bed, and begun digging in the dresser nearby for your collar. The thin leather strap gripped tight to your neck so that the metal edges of its label dug into your skin. “Slut.” It was a direct an accurate description. Simply fastening it around yourself caused your mind to change. Your desire to grow. Why hide what you are when you’re labeled and collared?
The clasped clicked loudly as you pushed it together. Three minutes left. Rushing into the closet you hastily pull out the metal plug while pulling your shirt over your head. As you shimmied your panties over your wide hips you grabbed the bottle of lube. Two minutes. Plenty of time. Thoughts of what was to come flowed through your mind as you walked into the living room. Your body shook excitedly. You never knew exactly what to expect but the pleasure that pulsed through you let you know you’d love it.
One minute. Kneeling on the ground you turned so that your big plump ass was facing the door. Leaning forward with your head close to the ground you delicately balanced the lube and plug on your lower back. You were ready. You’d done exactly as your Master had instructed. You were ready to take whatever Master was going to give his slut.
Opening the door I stepped inside to the beautiful sight of my whore presenting and ready. “Good. You’ve learned from your previous mistakes.” Setting my bag by the door I slowly unbutton my shirt before tossing it just past you head. The metal of my belt clanks as it snakes around my waist. Popping the leather together I place it next to your face in your eyeline. You wince remembering what it had done last time. It was followed quickly by a quiver. You hated the pain but loved how it made you feel. How alive you felt. How incredible the pleasure that follow contrasted with it.
Getting down onto my knees I position myself directly behind you. Your pussy glistens in anticipation as you wait. The course skin of my palms presses against your shoulders. My fingers daintily drift down your back making their way to your hips. Biting your lip you fight the giggles my tickling fingers stirs inside you. Don’t move. Don’t make the plug or lube bottle fall. Don’t get punish. Not the belt. You repeated these words in your head. Digging my fingers into your curvaceous thighs I grip your body excitedly. Then they’re gone as quickly as they arrived. The plug and lube joined them in the unknown.
The lube bottle snaps open. Drip. A small drop lands at the top of your ass. Drip. A second joins it. Drip. The cold metal plugs presses against your reluctant ass. A river of lube flows down your ass coating the plug. Urging it in your body resists but centimeter by centimeter welcomes it. Low hushed gasps flee your lips each time it moves inward before being pushed back out. Suddenly the entire plug is forced inside you and your ass clamps around it holding it in place. “Thank you Master,” you moan lustily as you squeeze it inside you and adjust to the sensation.
The lube bottle returns to it’s throne atop your back. Don’t let it fall. Stay still. Be a good slut. The words loop in your head becoming hazier with each iteration as your mind focuses on the bulb inside you. My palm rests on top of the dripping mound between your spread legs. A tremor moves from your hips to your head as a apply pressure over you throbbing clit. The lube bottle wobbles on your back but you managed to keep it in place. Softly slapping my hand over your clit pulses of pleasure erupt through your body. Don’t move. Fuck this feels good. Don’t drop the body. God yes. I need more. This feels so good. Entranced by the pleasure of my touch you forget your task causing the bottle of lube to fall to the floor. “Master’s slut forgot her role,” I say in a low growl as my hand leaves your needy slit. My leather belt slowly slides out of your view. “I’m sorry Master,” you whimper knowing what is about to happen.
“I don’t want to do this. If you’d obeyed your Master this wouldn’t have to happen,” I explain dispassionately. “Now be a good slut and redeem yourself by counting each lashing.” “Yes Master,” you whisper fearfully. How many would it be? It hadn’t been that big of a mistake. Maybe Master would be kind you assured yourself.
The leather belt cracks against your left cheek with a thunderous pop. “One,” you yelp out in pain. Another thunderous boom fills the room as it claps against your right cheek. “Two,” you shriek. Pop. “Three.” Pop. “F-our” Pop. “Fi-i-ivve,” your words grow weaker as the pain radiates across your butt. Pop. “Six.” Pop. “Seven.” Pop. Pop. Pop. “Eight! Ni-n. TEN,” you shout after the three swift tormenting lashed tormented you. Then nothing. Catching your breath and stabilizing the only sound were your short hurried gasps. Your skin throbbed from the assault. Each lash had causes your ass to clamp tight around the plug still filling our ass. “Thank you Master. I’m sorry for being a disobedient slut,” you force out hoping to prevent a second punishment. You’d hate to admit you’d loved it. Your ass throbbed but your pussy tensed and loosened in need.
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