Chapter 2
The morning after, Nic was so excited he woke up well before 9 am. What if she didn’t come? He wasn’t quite sure what he would do. At two minutes to 9, he heard the door open quietly and someone coming into his apartment. He lay there, listening to the sounds from the his kitchen. He heard the frying pan, he smelled bacon and he could hear the water boil. It would seem she was doing her job. After a while he heard her movements stop and the room go quiet.
He knew she was done, and that she would now be waiting on her knees on the floor like he had told her, but he wanted to wait it out a bit. Perhaps she would break orders and come and wake him up? Or maybe she would get up and walk around, breaking the rules? Or maybe even, she would leave?
After about ten minutes he got up and made his way to the kitchen without dressing. And there, on the kitchen floor, on her knees, with her eyes down on the floor, she was. His naked beauty. She had medium length, blonde hair that ran slightly past her shoulders. Her frame was quite small, and her boobs would fill B cups well, but perhaps look small in C cups. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew those beautiful stormy blue eyes were looking at his feet now.
She sat with her legs tight together, resting that gorgeous ass on her heels and feet. When he came in, he didn’t say a word. Without looking at her, he walked over to the table and sat down. There were scrambled eggs, a few slices of toast with butter on the side, a few tomatoes on the side and some bacon, a pot of tea and some orange juice. He poured some tea into the cup that was prepared and instantly saw her fault.
She had probably prepared the tea as the last thing, then sat down to wait for him. In the 10 minutes that he had made her wait she had left the tea leaves in the tea, and it was now almost completely opaque and undrinkable. He took a small sip, and indeed, the tea was unbearably bitter.
He pushed his chair back from the table and, in a calm voice said: “Come here and put yourself over my lap,” She didn’t respond immediately, probably confused about why, but then she moved and came over to him. She walked up to his left side and lay over his lap so that he ass was sticking out and her boobs were pressing into his thighs.
“Other side! You stupid slut, I’m right handed. Move to the other side,” he said, wanting to see how she reacted to degrading speech. Without giving any further reaction, she got up and came to the right side. He was liking this. Her obedient nature was shining through.
When she was firmly placed on his lap, he let his hand roam over her ass with one specific purpose, and to his delight, he found it. The buttplug was indeed firmly placed in her ass just like he had ordered her to. He took a hold of the base of it and pulled it out a bit. She made the first sound of the day and let out a little yelp. That told him it had been in there for quite a while, because her muscles had adjusted to the slimmer base, rather than having just been stretched for the widest part.
“You shouldn’t have left the tea leaves in the water while waiting for me. Don’t you know how to make tea, bitch?” he said very quietly, yanking her hair up and back at ‘bitch’, forcing her to arch her neck back.. Then he placed put his hand on her ass again and
*SMACK*
“AAAAUUUGH!” she screamed out as he gave her the first strike.
“Did I tell you to make a sound?” he asked her rhetorically, “You are going to shut up for 10 strikes, each time you make a sound, the strike doesn’t count. You need to learn to be quiet, obedient and take your punishment like a good slave,”
He raised his hand again and let it come down on the same cheek, hard. This time she didn’t make any sound, but he could feel her jump when he hit her. For another three strikes she shut up, but on when he, still on the same cheek, hit her for the fifth counting strike, she yelped and jumped. Half of her ass was flaming red by now.
“Well, that doesn’t count then.”
“Five!” he said when he hit the first strike, this time on the other side of her ass. Through another couple of strikes she shut up and took her spanking, but on the eighth she let out a long pained scream.
“AAAUUUGH! I’m sorry, Master, I can’t do it,” she said, weakly.
He hit her again, but every time she screamed.
“I'm sorry… I can't!”
“Very well, but I’m going to finish up your last two strikes,” he said, and she let out a sigh of relief. She thought he would let her go that easily. He struck each cheek this time at full power, and she screamed out on both.
“What do we say when someone gives you something?” he asked her, as if talking to a child.
“Thank you … Master” came the reply quietly and somewhat shaking, hesitating on master. Her ass was crimson red and when he rested his hand on it, she jumped. The tormented skin was radiating heat and she started squirming when he rubbed her hand on her sensitive cheeks.
“You didn’t take your punishment like you were supposed to, and we have to compensate for that. Go to my room, on the bed you will find a bag of tricks. Take out the nipple clamps and come back with them,”
“Sit!” He said, when she came back. She gave the clamps to him, a set of mean looking jagged teeth with a small chain between them, then sat down on her knees with her head down. He squatted next to her, took one breast into his hand and found that her nipple was completely hard. Pleased that she was that aroused, he held the boob with one hand and placed the clamp with the other. As he let the teeth bite into her, she shook and tried moving away, but he reacted quickly and took a hold of her hair, pulling her towards him. He then repeated the operation on the other side.
He stood up admiring his work and felt a surge of power as he saw her there on the floor, gaze down and nipples connected with a chain. He wanted to take her right there and his member was painfully hard, but instead, he sat down and started eating, ignoring that the food was cold.
While he was eating his food she was waiting on the floor. Her knees were hurting, but that was completely overshadowed by the unbearable pain in her nipples. They felt like they were being burned and all her concentration was focused on not jumping up and ripping them off. She was trembling, but she couldn’t help but feel her juices running from her pussy.
When he finished eating, he stretched a bit, then said: “Come over here and make me cum with your mouth,” Still with the nipple clamps on, she scooted over, under the table, and grabbed a hold of his hard cock. She took it quickly into her mouth, not hesitatingly like the day before. She applied suction to it slowly bobbed her head down on it. When she reached the back of her mouth she stopped and went out again. She didn’t take it into her throat. “That is something we are going to have to fix,” he thought, smiling to himself. He leaned back and let her do her work, and when he came, he commanded her to swallow, expecting her to protest.
To his surprise, she didn’t. She just looked at him between the edge of the table and his cock, and very deliberately swallowed. “Thank you, Master” she said, having swallowed.
“I think you quite enjoyed that, slut” he said, looking down at her, her eyes glowing back at him. “Yes, master, I did,” then she realised what she had said, and turned crimson in the face.
The rest of the morning was spent just watching her clean up the kitchen, then placing his feet on her back for a while, while reading on the sofa. He commanded her for minor things such as getting her drinks or massaging his feet, but she didn’t protest. He had expected having to train her further, but she seemed to be a natural slave. She didn’t even protest when he, having returned from the bathroom, told her to clean his cock. There was still a drop of piss on his slit, but she put it delicately into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
As a reward for her good behaviour, he had decided that he was going to postpone the darker things he wanted to try on her, and was satisfied with fucking her before going to sleep. He had told her to sleep with him, in his own bed, as a sign that she was now part of his house, but told her that she shouldn’t expect to every day. Before he drifted off to sleep, he whispered to her: “You have been a good slave today. You’re going to like this if you continue to be,”
In the morning, while he liked getting up early, he wasn’t pleased when he was awoken by his slut. He stirred and soon found that she was sucking him, probably thinking it would be a nice surprise. It was not.
He sat up, took hold of her hair and dragged her on the floor. He had made preparations for when he had to punish her properly, and while he placed a rope cuff on her wrists, which he then attached to a hook in the roof and tightened just enough to leave her standing on her tiptoes, he explain calmly why she was going to be punished.
“I appreciate that you wanted to do something nice for me, but I want you to submit to me, to do as I command you to. You are my property, and you are not to make any assumptions. Yes you are to please me, but only in ways which I tell you.”
He put a blindfold on her and placed a ball gag in her mouth, he couldn’t have too much screaming, or the neighbours would be alarmed. He first took out a long vibrator attached in reverse to a strap on belt, so that it could be inserted into her and fastened there. He turned in on and did exactly that. When he slipped it into her, she was soaking wet, and the vibrator went in easily. The buzzing sound was muted, but her soft moan through the ballgag told him it was still on. Now her holes were all plugged up.
He then reattached the nipple clamps he had used the day before. This made her yelp through the gag, because even though she wasn’t as surprised as yesterday, her nipples were sore and sensitive. But her yelp turned to a long, drawn out scream when he placed a weight on the chain that connected the two clamps.
The next item to be produced was a heavy cat o’ nine tails, not one of those flimsy things you would see in porn, but one that could give actual pain, yet was not as dangerous to wield as a whip. He didn’t want to permanently damage her, only make her suffer. He wanted to tie the pleasure from the vibrator to the pain of the whip. Connecting the two together, he was hoping to train her as his pain slut. His initial plan had been to blackmail her and use her for what he wanted, but ultimately discard her. Now, seeing her submissive nature and how well she took training, a more long term approach was placed in his mind.
Seeing her blindfolded, gagged and penetrated form was arousing to him and he just wanted to bend her over and give himself the release he craved. But he had a job to do. He took up the flogger and dragged its tails slowly over the skin on her back. She cringed away and squealed when it first touched her delicate, soft skin. Her body on fire and her skin really sensitive from the vibrator tormenting her sex. Then, without warning, he drew back his arm and
“SMACK!”. She screamed through the gag, which came out as more of a “Mmmaaaiii!”. The strips of leather formed a large red area slightly below her right shoulder, and he could see the skin starting to swell immediately.
The next hit he aimed at her pale, delicate bottom. He let it fall even harder than the first one, knowing that the muscles there are protected by a thicker layer of fat, preventing any permanent damage. It was followed while she was still screaming by one on the back of her thigs, this one a lot softer, but probably equally painful. As he drew back the flogger he saw that, running down between her legs, were a drop of liquid. “The slut is actually dripping wet,” he thought, and smirked. In quick succession he gave her a series of hit across her bottom again, seeing red welt starting to form as he abused the beautiful milky skin.
He walked around her, making deliberate steps so that she could follow his movement even though she was blindfolded. Then in quick succession, almost without hesitating as to not give her any warning, he lay two strikes on her decently sized breasts, the nipple clamps and making them pop off. The sudden release of the nipple clamps was probably extremely painful, and for a whole minute she wailed as the blood returned to her tormented nipples.
When she had stopped wailing, he walked up close to her and very softly put his hand around her chin. She winced, but he held fast, and a moment later, he softly leaned in and kissed her lips. It was a long lingering kiss. Both had frozen, but their lips were also frozen together. The contrast to the brutal treatment just a minute earlier was so stark that the kiss seemed tender, almost angelic.
He wasn’t quite sure what had made him do it. In the pit of his stomach he felt a bit bad for the beated creature in front of him, and somehow, just over a few days, he had established a sort of attraction to her. Something that was deeper than her just being his plaything. He had pulled away slowly, and for a second, he just stared at her. Then a moan startled him and pulled him back into the real world again.
He walked up to her removed the ball gag, then untied her hands, catching her as she fell, unable to support her own weight. Then he picked her up, for she was probably no more than 45 kilograms (100 pounds) and carried her into the bathroom. He lay her carefully into the bathtub, then went about removing the buttplug, asking her softly to raise her ass, then removed the vibrator. It was sticky with her fluids and he smelled it. Then he removed her blindfold and could see that had tears in her eyes, but were now looking up at him with quizzical look. Then turned on the tap and the bath fill with warm water.
The warm water soothed her tired and sore muscles, feeling like a brush against her body, at first making her flinch from the sudden pain it gave her freshly beated body, but then washing the pain away and leaving a dull, throbbing feeling. His hands ran over her body now, massaging on spots he knew would have been hurt. When he figured she had soaked enough, he drained the water and asked her to step out, then he dried her off quickly, wrapped her in a few towels and let her, by her hand, into the bedroom, where he told her to rest for a bit.
When he came back a few minutes later, having showered himself and had something to eat and brining a glass of water for her, she was sound asleep on the bed.
She slept for the better part of the day, only waking around 4. By then he had placed a tray of some fruit and some bread with butter, as well as a glass of water, and a note saying he was out and would be home around 6.
When he came home he could smell food down the hallway. He took off his shoes, and when he came into the kitchen, there she was, naked except for a t-shirt, evidently stolen from him.
“Hi!” She said, and smiled at him, “I thought maybe you might be hungry when you came home,”
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The rest of the evening they spent watching TV, but they didn’t talk much. There was still this tension between them that he hoped would lift eventually. When he declared he was going to bed, she followed behind him and without telling her to, she took off his shirt, then fell to her knees and started opening his fly.
“Can I suck your cock, Master?” She asked, looking up at him with her big, blue eyes.
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