Master and servant

At Night

I woke up to the presence of someone...fuck, it's Master...

"You weren't present when I rang the bell. I had to get up from my bed in the middle of night."

"Master, I am so sorry, I didn't hear the bell, I would've come right away-"

"Shut the fuck up, I didn't ask for an explanation and I don't care for one either."

Before I could say anything, he put my hands in the cuffs that dangled from my bed frame. Maybe I'll just stay quiet... His silent dissapointment was always worse than loud anger. Cold and dead. 

I obeyed him as well as I could, hoping he would reward me with some mercy. When he was done tying me to the bed, he brought a whip.

"Left or right?"

"Left," I answered, unsure what my answer would lead to.

He switched the whip to his left hand and whipped my pussy. I screamed in pain. Blood rushed through my body, releasing endorphins. The pain intoxicated my mind and body. He brushed my skin lightly with the whip. I trembled and twitched, trying to anticipate when and where the next hit would strike.

"Stroke me," he demanded, knowing full well that I wasn't physically capable of such act at the state I was in. 

There's nothing I could do to ease my punishment. This is so unfair but if I complain, it's gonna get so much worse.

He whipped my face as a punishment. I felt burning pain. "I'll do anything to make up for my mistake, please," I begged and pleaded.

"Anything?"

"Yes master."

I moaned in relief, as he released me from the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists and looked at my legs while he jerked off and then came all over me and my bed. 

"Don't clean up the mess, you'll sleep in it. We'll see if you keep your words tomorrow. Sleep well, doll..."

[chapter cover: Night Sky with Clouds by Rachel Buske]