"Stay or go. It is up to you. But, address me properly. This is no game to me. You know that," you said crisply.
I couldn't breathe. I felt my body tremble against you. After what seemed lengthy deliberation, I whispered hoarsely, "Yes sir. I will submit. I wish to belong to you."
I felt relieved when your hands returned under my skirt and I gave myself up to the wonderful sensations of your fingers sliding inside, probing. I was soaked. Your fingers slithered so easily into me. I reached down to touch you. But you slapped my hand away hard and I felt my eyes fill again in hot humiliation.
"You are here for my pleasure and you won't touch me again unless I tell you."

We had been together only a few weeks and I was learning to please you. Many evenings I was reduced to tears unable to comprehend why you ordered me to do some of the things you did. And now, this latest command. For the love of me I could not fathom how getting on the floor on my hands and knees and barking for you like a dog pleased you and I instantly balked at the idea. I was no child. This was a stupid game.

I looked at you in disbelief. You brought a stranger into our playroom. And, and, oh God, he watched me, there, naked on the floor, touching. My mouth dropped open and I jumped when the clang of the cage door startled me.
"Come pup," you ordered.
I immediately crawled to your feet, my body rubbing against your leg, wincing slightly as I heard the snap of my leash being unclipped. I waited nervously, my eyes scanning the floor, for what I have no idea. I heard you unfold your newspaper and watched as sheets fell flat onto the cage floor.
"You must need to piss?"

I was becoming scared and angry. The box was forgotten as I turned and stomped my way back to the door. I was leaving. I looked at the huge man guarding the door with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I want to leave now. Please move," I told him with as much determination as I could muster.
He looked down at me and smiled. He was chewing on a toothpick. He wouldn't budge and he didn't answer either.
"Get the fuck out of my way. I want out of here now!" I said angrily.

"Yikes," I yipped when I felt your fingers slide between my legs. I was never prepared for your touch there, and I groaned as you drew me close to your body and whispered in my ear.
"I have something special for you tonight. Something I have never done to you before."
I gulped. Visions of every type of torture imaginable instantly flashed through my head.
"Will I like it?" I asked uneasily.
"Doesn't matter whether you like it or not. Does it?"
I dropped my head. I didn't need to answer.

You wound a piece of rope around her ankles. Other strands of rope were looped several times around her legs, hips and waist. Her arms were pulled down to her sides and long lengths of ropes were bound completely around her chest and arms. She couldn't move. Master Tom took up the control to the black box and turned it on. Her bum twitched slightly. He twisted the knob in his hand evidently giving more juice to the wire. Not only did she try to raise her bum off the floor, her arms were straining against the ropes. A strange painful whine poured from her mouth.
"What a nice toy," he said gleefully.

"We talked about this. You knew you would be naked the minute you stepped into the house" " you said as you slowly stroked his head.
"Y..y..y..es sssir," he stuttered.
"Your safe word is your name. Say "Michael" when you want me to stop anything you can't handle. Understand?"
I saw him nod.
"Do you understand?" you repeated, startling him by yanking his head up by the hair to look at his eyes.
"Yes sir," he answered loudly.

I knew I had done it this time. I shook my head sadly. I couldn't imagine what possessed me to test you, especially when you were still upset with my insolence this morning. I watched you in silence as you picked up your floggers and ropes and placed them in your case. You were upset, I could tell, but you didn't say a word. It was in your eyes and you were just too calm. Not only had I disobeyed you, I had done it publicly.

I stopped when I heard the soft rustling of the nipple clamps you had taken off me earlier. You knelt down on one knee beside her and I heard her shriek as you attached them. "Knew something was missing," you said, chuckling softly as you gave them a tug, smiling with satisfaction as she groaned and the long nipples hardened.
You stroked her cheek softly with the tips of your fingers. "You will ask to cum," you told her emphatically, barely hearing her squeaky, "Yes," as you rose to your feet.
I jumped at the unexpected feel of your warm hands on my hot ass cheeks, rubbing them gently. I yelped sharply from the pain of your flat hand as it cruelly struck me across my hot bruised cheeks.
"Did I tell you to stop?"

You had told me to put my long hair in braids that evening. I wore a white blouse with a frilly lace collar and long sleeves, a short blue pleated skirt and white knee socks. I loved it when you chose this type of role-play for me. I was 24 years old but dressing up as a girl gave me the freedom to be playful, exuberant and sometimes even belligerent. It gave me the opportunity to test your will and patience. I now sat cross-legged at your feet playing with a huge coloring book on the floor and a brand new box of crayons.

There were four nude men in the room. At first glance they all looked identical. Their heads were shaved and they were all wearing a big thick clunky iron band around their neck and matching bands around each ankle. One was standing like a sentry, looking straight ahead, beside the door with a towel draped over his right arm. Two were situated on either side of the sofa on their hands and knees, obviously being used as tables judging from the bowls of fruit that were set on top of them. The fourth man was also kneeling on all fours in front of the sofa.

"Pack a bag. Lady Anne will be picking you up shortly. I have arranged for you to stay with her. You will serve her as you do me. Understand? She will have complete control over you."
I didn't answer right away. My mind was still on the evening. I wanted that time to myself. I tried to coax you into changing your mind. "Lady Anne? Who's she? Master, please, I want to stay here. I would enjoy the time alone. There is so much I could get done. I don't even know this woman. I don't need anyone to take care of me. I'm not a child."

I couldn't concentrate on the magazine in front of me and I watched as you stood and put down your newspaper. You went to walk past me but, to my surprise, you reached down and slipped your fingers around my collar. Bits of my skin pinched between the leather and your fingers and I yipped a bit.
"Sniveling already and I haven't even begun. Want me to stop?" you asked teasingly.
"No Master. No," I answered quickly. My cunt was already seeping. My heart was thumping eagerly and I was so happy you were touching me again.