As her Master was preparing to go to work, He had set slave some several tasks to do but slave had been working hard, and fallen into a deep asleep. slave was now in grave trouble as she was not prepared as she should have been on his return. His last words and her reply was still ringing in her ears as he left the house, "Slave I want you kneeling ready for me, as I have a new toy I want to use". "Yes Master, slave will be ready for you on your return”.
Yet on his return, he found her asleep and unprepared. He stood there looking at her. Carefully leaning forward he gentle ran his finger tip across her nose which caused slave to stirred with a slight fright, she saw him standing in front of her, shaking with fear she noticed how He looked at her his eyes seemed sad and then from no where he barked some instructions at her telling her to go up stairs and to kneel in her cell, and while she is kneeling to think about why she was there. slave hated to disappoint her Master, and crawled upstairs to where the cell was, her heart heavy laden.
The cell was a small room, next to his bedroom. The cell had been a small bedroom which was adjoined to her Masters bedroom. she had to crawl past his bed, knowing it would be awhile before she would be allowed to lay there with him again.
The room had been made to look like a prison cell. It was bleak, and held very little personal equipment. It had no bed in it. Only a narrow wooden bench, which has varies uses. Steel bars had been placed at the window, the glass had been painted black, the wooden door had been sprayed sliver to give it the look of being metal. A little peep-hole was made so he could watch her when ever he wished. At the bottom of the door was another hole which would allow a food and water to be passed underneath. In the right top corner on the floor were a folded blanket and a bowl for her to use as a toilet. There where various points where chains or ropes could be attached to her cuffs and collar.
She knelt waiting listening to her heart pounding. her head lowered her knees apart, open for him. her hands placed behind her neck and there she stayed until he was ready for her. she could feel herself getting wet between her legs as she waited, her legs where getting numb. The pain of knowing she had failed was hurting her far more than any punishment he could deal out to her.
After a while the Master came upstairs, into his bedroom. He looks around the room and sees his slave in her cell kneeling in the corner - still dressed. He is not pleased yet again with her. He orders her to strip, to be quick about it. slave does as the as she is told with haste.
Her body shakes as she removes her clothing, her mind runs wild, knowing that she has made another error.
He then yells at the slave to go and stand under the cold shower, until he tells slave to turn it off. slave enters the shower room. she turn’s the shower on, slowly at first. As the cold water hits her body she feels her nipples harden and then as she turn’s it on full blast. her body begins to quivers with the coldness. She begins to wash her self as he had taught her making sure that she was clean for her Master.
When he was ready the Master then calls the slave to him. But, not to dry herself. slave then goes into her Master’s room, dripping with water and shivering trying hard not to let her teeth chatter as she knew this annoyed her Master.
slave's head is lowered. she knows her Master is angry. He tells her to put on her old collar and cuffs on, and throws them at her.
slave slowly puts them on feeling ashamed.
"Now kneel."
slave does very quickly.
The Master then sits on his chair with his crop in his hand. He asks "What have you learned, slave?" she then tells him and that slave was very sorry that she had disobeyed his orders. And, that slave was looking after her own needs rather than his.
Master then slowly stands. Asking what should he do to his slave, for not being ready as he had told her to be? Feebly slave starts to say, "that slave wasn’t too sure what punishment Master had in mind," but, then feeling the crop being patted against slave's skin whispering, "Slave not sure Master".
"Well, tell me what you think slave should get?" slave then thinks for a moment and replies, “15 Master?"
“Does, slave think that’s enough" her Master asks?
"Mmmmmm, may be not Master. What about 20 Master?" He then replies " Mmmmmm, 20 on each cheek. Get into position two and be quick about it."
As soon as Master had told slave what position to get into she wasted no time. she gets on all fours. Lowers her head to the floor, between her hands. Pushes her butt up in the air. her Master has clear reign to his slave's butt now ........thwack, thwack, thwack....... slave soon lost count, but she knew it was well deserved. Tears were running down her face by the time Master had finished.
"Now what do u say, slave?"
The words "Thank you, Master" came out between the sobs. "Now, have you learned your lesson slave?"
“Yes Master".
"So, you will not disobey me again, will you slave?"
"No Master".
“you may kneel slave and then undress me!"
"Yes Master".
"But, you mustn't use your hands slave".
she begins by starting to undo his shirt with her teeth. Slowly undoing each button at a time. slave could smell his body odor driving her on. Taking each button, one by one, was driving her wild. she could feel the wetness between her legs.
When the shirt was undone, she went around to his back and tugged at his collar with her teeth until still she managed to take it off. It landed by her feet on the floor. slave moves slowly to the front of his trousers, undoing his button. her teeth tugging at his zipper. her nostrils filled with his scent even more. her eyes locked onto the bulging in his pants. His trousers begin slip down his legs. He then sits on the edge of his bed, and she finishes pulling them off. she lays them next to his shirt. she tries to pull each sock off one at a time. her nose wrinkles a bit. Master's been wearing his socks allllll day!
