I was awaiting my Master coming home for months. I had sent him many letters and called him a lot but I had slipped on quite a few occasions. Whenever my Master asked me to do something I usually did it, but while he was gone (which was the first time he had ever left me) I got, well, lazy with my discipline. He wasn't here, I thought. What could possibly be the harm? The one thing that really made him angry was him asking for naked pictures and me refusing, well, I had sent him many but what he was asking me for was completely ridiculous in my opinion. He wanted pictures of me playing with myself. Now, with him being gone I thought, what was the harm? I can't be punished from 1400 miles away now can I?
Weeks passed by and I became much more relaxed on the phone with him, now of course this made him VERY angry but once again I thought, what was the harm? But now it was time for him to come home and my heart begun racing. Oh god, was he remembering all the disobedient things I had done?
"Hello, Master" I said as I saw him come in the door. He had a package in his hands and then two guys emerged from behind him and came into our house.
"Who are those guys, sir?" Immediately I was slapped after saying this.
"You don't ask questions, slut. Now then, these are my little helpers. They're going to help me punish you for all of those horrible things you've done wrong, now then grab her boys." As soon as he finished speaking the two men grabbed my arms. I was shoved face first into the floor. They grabbed some rope and began tying my arms behind my back. I was then gagged with a tie and dragged to the bedroom. First Master decided he was going to leave me on the floor, then he had a better idea.
"You're going in the closet, slut. I will beat you and turn off the lights. I wil ungag you when I want your mouth and fuck you when I feel like it, and you won't come out unless I want to use you. And if you REALLY piss me off I will get someone else to use and abuse you. Do you fucking understand, slut?"
I nodded my head as a tear rolled down my cheek. He had never been so harsh before. Before I knew it, I was thrown in our spacey (yet not spacey enough) walk in closet. He turned off the lights and left me in there.
It had to be a good hour before I even heard foot steps in the bedroom. I sat there, just thinking. Maybe I should have listened to my Master while he was gone. But hey, this isn't TOO bad? But then, the door opened. It was my Master.
"Ready slut?" I saw him holding a leather belt in his hands. I got nervous. I knew what that mean.
'WHACK' The sting of the belt on my exposed flesh stung.
