Master Has Slut Help Punish Me
I shivered. It was cold on the concrete floor of the warehouse Master had rented. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold, or the nerves that had me shivering. I knew I was in trouble. Master’s number one rule had been that I couldn’t talk to other Dom’s under any circumstance unless he gave me permission ahead of time. But one of his acquaintances from the BDSM bar we frequent had called me, and his voice melted my resolve. I spent half an hour on the phone telling him about Master’s various rules and my kinks. Then I heard the front door, and Master walked in and caught me red-handed. He yanked the phone from my hand and growled out that I was in huge trouble and my punishment would be severe.
So here I am, on my knees on cold concrete in an old warehouse, my hands cuffed behind my back and a blindfold over my eyes, scared and excited and curious as to what Master intended to do to me. I heard soft foot steps. And also a *click click click* that sounded like high heels. I wonder who it might be.
“OUCH!” I screamed as my face stung from a hard slap. Master yanked my blindfold off and grabbed my face.
“You want a new Dom? You want something new, slut?!” I just stared blankly, tears blurring my vision.
“I brought someone to help me teach you about “new”. This is Mistress Ember, and she’s here to teach you ALL about new! You will listen to every word she says and if you disrespect her in any way, she’ll show you just how lenient my punishments are. Do you understand, slut?”
“Yes Sir, I understand,” I say and lower my eyes to the ground. I knew this was going to be bad. I also knew I deserved it.
To Be Continued….
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