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“Get up slave!”
Kali woke with a start. Realizing she had slept through her master’s alarm she began to panic. She jumped up out of bed before getting her bearings and was roughly pulled back down by the restraints around her neck and wrists to land hard on the fresh bruises that crisscrossed her back. She was completely sightless due to the black satin blindfold over her eyes. Her master laughed that wonderfully musical laugh that always brought a smile to her face.
“Silly girl, you haven’t forgotten about last night already have you?” He shook his head in mock disapproval, but Kali knew he enjoyed watching her struggle.
She tried to sit up a little but couldn’t quite manage because of the chains that bound her ankles to the floor. Out of nowhere a sharp pain exploded across her already incredibly sore breast, flicking the nipple in just the right way to send a shock of excruciating pain through her whole body. She yelped in pain but didn’t reply, assuming his question was rhetorical.
“I asked you a question, slave. Have you forgotten all about last night already?” He asked in a voice that promised further pain if she did not reply.
“No master, this slave remembers her lessons vividly.” She struggled a little and winced as her bruises flared aching pain across her back, shoulders, and ass.
“Is my slave so sure of this? My slave did not wake up with her master. I was expecting clean clothes and breakfast laid out for me when I stepped out of the shower, only to find my slave still fast asleep.”
“This silly girl begs forgiveness Master; she had a very hard night and didn’t hear the alarm this morning.” Not to mention she wouldn’t have been able to get up with her neck, ankles, and wrists chained to the floor anyway, but she knew he did not want to hear that.
“What good is a slave girl that sleeps all day anyway? I expect more out of you, especially after the lessons from last night.” Again he swung the whip at her, landing it on the sensitive and relatively unmarked skin on her abdomen. Kali jumped and couldn’t resist calling out in pain, which she knew only excited her master more.
“Please Master, Kali is a good little slave. She will try even harder to please her master. Please Master, this slave is very sore and can’t stand much more beating.” She half sobbed, trying ineffectually to draw her knees up in protection.
She felt his weight next to her on the bed, then his wonderfully hot and soft hands running over the last place he hit her. His caress started off soft and soothing but quickly turned hard as he dug his fingers into the new bruise. Kali drew in a hissing breath as the aching grew almost unbearable and a small sigh of relief when he began slowly, softly trailing his hands over her skin again. This relief was short lived, however, because all too soon his hands found her incredibly sore breasts. Just running his hands over the nipples lightly caused an unbearable amount of pain, but he wasn’t satisfied with stopping there. He wrapped his strong fingers around her red, swollen nipple and pulled hard, twisting as much as the flexible skin would allow. Kali arched her back, screamed in pain, and thrashed around on the bed.
“Good girl. Did you like that slut?” he asked after he released his painful grip.
“Yes Master. This slave loves her master’s touch.” she panted breathlessly.
“God, you are incredible Kali. I’ve beaten you until you are covered in bruises and welts, tortured you until you were sobbing uncontrollably in my arms, and fucked you until I was numb and you still just love it don’t you?” The loving amazement in his voice filled Kali with a happy loving warmth.
“Yes Master, this slave loves when her master hurts her.”
“Good girl. But it’s getting late and I can’t be late for work, so it’s time for you to get up and get your master ready.” He unchained her and removed the blindfold swiftly, then helped her to her feet as she cleared the sleep from her eyes. He grabbed her shoulders and slowly spun her around in front of him facing away. After a few moments of admiring the crisscross of purple bruises on her shoulders and back he reached his arms around her and roughly grabbed both of her tender breasts, squeezed them hard and used them to force her back against his chest.
Kali held her breath through the pain, all of her muscles tightened in response. But she loved the feel of his clean naked body pressed against her and couldn’t resist rubbing her ass up and down against his cock as he held her. She could feel that he was rather excited by her and she loved it. Just the feeling of his hardness pressing between her cheeks was more than enough to wake her up between the legs and all she wanted was to feel that enormous cock buried deep inside her. She unthinkingly reached her hand back around to stroke him, but the second her fingers found that velvet skin she was being roughly turned around and thrown back on the bed.
“Did I tell you to touch me slut?” He demanded with fire in his eyes.
“No master” Kali replied quietly looking down at the floor shamefully. She knew full well she had erred in forgetting to ask permission or wait for his request.
He grabbed her by the hair with one hand and forced her to meet his intense gaze. Those incredible green eyes bored deep into her and as always brought that wonderful tight tingly sensation between her legs.
“Did you forget your lesson so readily? Must I have to repeat it again?” He asked angrily.
“No Master, This slave knows she is not allowed to touch her master without permission. This foolish girl has no excuse for her actions and can only beg her generous master for his forgiveness and tolerance.”
He tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her head back to a painful position. With his other hand he slapped her hard on the cheek.
“My slave will learn obedience.” Then he slapped her again, even harder. Her face blushed bright red where his hand made contact and accented the paleness of the rest of her face while almost perfectly matching the red of her long hair. It was such an incredibly sexy sight he couldn’t resist a few more hard slaps. Then he stood in front of her so that his cock was right in her face, almost touching those bright red lips that were never covered in lipstick. The desire in her striking grey eyes was evident as she kept switching her gaze from his eyes to his cock and whimpering.
“Master, may this slave please suck you?” she begged.
“No, this little whore is undeserving of her master’s cock. She has been a very bad slave this morning and hasn’t earned a reward.” He began slowly stroking it right in her face, holding her back from it with a firm grip in her long hair. He rubbed the head across both her cheeks and gave her a playful smack. He knew she loved this. She kept licking her lips when he put it near her mouth and kept her eyes fixed on it. After a few moments, a small bead of cum appeared on the head that Kali was desperate to lick off. She struggled against his hold trying to get the tip of her tongue to reach it and Brian was forced to pull her back hard.
“Does my slut want to taste my cum?” he asked in a sultry voice.
“Yes master.” She whined.
“What do you say whore?”
“Please Master may this unworthy slut taste her master?” she pleaded, never taking her eyes off that precious bead.
“You may”
“Thank you, master!”
She dived for his cock, uncaring about the several hair that were ripped from her head in the process, and began licking the head and teasing it with the metal stud in her tongue. After a few seconds Brian jerked her head back hard, though she struggled to maintain contact.
“That’s enough slut.” He said, pulling her hair back even farther, yet she continued to struggle and whimper, desperately trying to get him back to her lips. He let go of his cock and slapped her hard across the face 3 times. The load cracks echoed in the room and heightened his desire even further. Kali’s eyes watered from the pain of it, but she did not stop struggling.
“Ever the disobedient one, aren’t you? I think I have enough time to teach you to listen.”
He threw her down hard on the bed, flipped her onto her stomach and was once again amazed by the amount of punishment she willingly withstood the night before. He knelt down between her legs and pulled her by the thighs so her ass rested against his cock. Her whimpering reminded him of how sore her nipples must be being dragged across the mattress like that. With one hand he massaged the darkest bruises on her back and ass, and the other he used to wet his cock with her soaked pussy before bringing it up a little higher and slowly pushing into her extremely tight ass. He didn’t bother being overly gentle getting it in and her screams of pain just made him want to hurt her more. He found the darkest bruises on her ass to use for handholds and dug his fingers into them, using this as leverage to pound his cock hard into her ass. After a few hard, painful thrusts it became much easier and smoother and he sped up his pace. Kali was moaning and screaming, begging him to fuck her harder, to hurt her.
“You want to be hurt you, my little pain slut? I think I can manage that.” He panted with a wicked lilt in his voice.
He stopped thrusting for a moment and enjoyed the feeling of Kali wiggling her ass on his cock trying to get him going again. The he reached to the side of the bed where he had left the paddle last night. He found it, a 2 foot long, heavy, black wooden paddle with holes in it.
He thrust hard back into her ass, grinding his hips against the bruises at the same time that he swung as hard as he could with the paddle, landing it right across her left shoulder blade.
Kali’s scream echoed through the house, followed by soft sobbing that fueled Brian’s desire. He began pounding her ass as fast and hard as his hips would allow, punctuating his thrusts with vicious smacks from the paddle. Bright red welts quickly covered the previous nights bruising. Kali’s sobbing became uncontrollable crying. Brian could just barely make out a few of the babbling words that came with it, enough to realize she was begging him to stop.
“My whore has a lesson to learn this morning. You will listen to your master and do everything you can to please him or you will be punished.” The crack of the paddle against her skin emphasized the word punished.
“Thank you Master” Kali sobbed.
“What for, slave?” Brian asked incredulously.
“Thank you for teaching this girl how to be a good slave.” She managed to stutter through her sobs.
Hearing his bruised and beaten slave thank him for violently fucking her in the ass while he beat her as hard as he ever had with a thick wooden paddle almost put Brian over the edge right then, yet he managed to hold his composure. He pulled out of her and urgently flipped her over, reached down and grabbed her by the hair and forced her into a sitting position just in time. His cum sprayed all over her face, coating her cheeks and lips. She eagerly licked up any that she could reach with a satisfied moaning. Brian forced her against his crotch and roughly rubbed her face against his slowly deflating cock and dripping wet balls. He could feel her tongue trying to lick up any cum that it could find there, heedless of where he just pulled out of.
Finally he let her go and sat down next to her on the bed. She gazed at him adoringly with red rimmed eyes while he gently pet her and rubbed his hand over the new welts on her back.
“This slave loves her Master so much!” She cried, and then threw herself into his arms, hugging him fiercely.
“I love you too,” he replied and kissed her softly on her forehead, “But you had better hurry up and get breakfast or I will be late for work.”
Kali jumped to her feet and ran out of the room to do her master’s bidding. Brian laid back on the bed, exhausted from the workout. A few moments later Kali returned with a bowl of cereal, carefully kneeled down so that she was holding it outstretched in both hands while her nose touched the carpet and said, “Your breakfast master.”
“Good girl. Now run and fetch me some clean clothes and a warm washcloth.” He commanded as he took his breakfast from her and began eating.
Kali hastily complied. She had an entire outfit set out neatly on the table and was once again kneeling with a warm washcloth in her hands with minutes.
“Wash your filth off of me slave.” Brian commanded.
Kali slowly and gently cleaned Brian’s soft cock, balls, and thighs while he ate. When she was finished he let her use the bathroom to clean herself up and take care of any morning necessities.
“Come dress me, slave” He commanded when she finished in the bathroom. He stood and allowed her to dress him and particularly enjoyed watching her struggle to get his shoes on his feet, refusing to provide any assistance. When she finished tying them, he checked the time and realized he would indeed be a little late to work this morning.
“My slave is too slow, and has made me late today. I think that deserves a special punishment.” He threatened. Brian had been wanting do this for some time now, but the opportunity had yet to come up. Today, however, was the perfect day for it. The house was already clean and Kali had no plans for the day.
Kali whimpered, having already guessed her punishment and dreading it. Brian grabbed her by the hair and forced her head to about waist height, then walked her out, down the hall, and into another room.
This room didn’t have much in it: a low wooden coffee table, a gliding chair, a wooden chest full of toys and a cage. The cage was set in the far corner slightly away from the wall. It was about 5 feet tall, 3 feet wide square with thick iron bars and a heavy padlock swinging off the door. In the corner of the cage was a clean pot. He forced Kali into this, enjoying the fact that she was too tall to stand up straight in it, then secured the padlock.
“I will be home around 5 today. Think you can stand to be locked in here that long?” he asked.
“This slave thinks so master.” But the fear in her voice belied her true belief.
“Tell you what, I’ll leave the phone in here too, if there is an emergency call me or anyone else. The key will be on the coffee table. If you just can’t handle it, call me and I will come home at lunchtime to let you out. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master” Kali replied faintly, grateful to have a way to back out of this if she needs it.
“Now my little slut, I want you to spend today thinking about what a bad little slave you have been this morning. Waking up late, touching your master without permission, not listening when I tell you to stop, and making me late for work; these are all serious transgressions and I won’t allow you to continue this way. When I get home, I want to see that my slave girl is repentant and respectful. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good. I’m leaving now, I love you. Be good.”
“Kali loves her master too.”
With that Brian left the room, closing the door behind him leaving Kali in complete darkness. Kali began to weep, sorry that she had so displeased her wonderful master.
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