6 comments/ 35182 views/ 14 favorites His pet's Punishment By: DreamAngel44 Once upon a time there was a Master and His pet. They got along wonderfully and were both very happy. Pet was very obedient and Master was very strong and forceful. They became very close and trusted each other immensely. Together they shared many secrets. Some of them were simple little bits of knowledge about the other and some were incredibly important, and must never be shared with anyone else. Alas, Master and his Pet grew so close that things began to become so familiar, the lines of what was forbidden and what wasn't were crossed. Well, one day, pet was spending some time with a mutual acquaintance and inadvertently blurted some information that once was out of her mouth, realized that it should have never been spoken. It was nothing that would spell impending doom for Master, but nevertheless would anger Him if He were to find out. Pet made the friend promise that she would not repeat it to her lover, who may tell Master. (Mistake number 2). Several days had passed and pet went along as though nothing had happened. She had even begun to forget that it had happened. Pet would never forget the look on her Master's face the fateful day that He found out what had happened. She was going about her day, preparing for their evening together. He walked in the door and promptly slammed it behind Him. The sound startled her but she didn't think anything of it until she saw his face. She had never seen the cold glare that resided there that day. He had always carried a glint of mischief and/or desire when he looked at her, but not that day. The glare told her instantly that he knew what she had done. She approached him cautiously to greet him, but he stopped her. "You have disappointed me greatly pet," he said in a low but stern voice. He would have done better to shout at her, for that would have been easier to take than the coldness in his voice that went through her like a knife. "I'm sorry Master, I'm so sorry…" she said as she dropped to her knees, and lowered her head. She was trembling. "I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD SPEAK!" He barked at her abruptly and she could feel her eyes brimming with tears. She was too frightened to shed them as she shielded her heart for the worst. "I'm so angry with you I don't even know what I will do with you." Those words tore through her as though he had slapped her face. It was a sobering remark and it frightened pet. She was afraid he would not forgive her, and that it would never be the same. That would be the most severe punishment that she could ever imagine. She was ashamed for betraying her Master's orders to not repeat the secret, and also for being stupid enough to trust the other woman to remain silent about it. She obviously had repeated the information to her lover, who in turn reported to Master what was said. Pet wished a hole would open in the ground and swallow her. Silently, large hot tears rolled down her cheeks. Master saw the remorseful way her shoulder's hung and the tears roll down her cheeks. He decided he needed to be away from her for a bit and think. He drew her to her feet by placing his hand under her arm and lifting, and all but shoved her to the floor in a dark room that was rarely used. It had been designated a "punishment room", and Master had never carried a reason to truly "punish" pet before this. There was no furniture in the room, simply carpeting and the walls. There was a window, but no view; just a small amount of sunlight, which was fading fast with the sunset approaching. Master went into another room and returned carrying a dining chair which he placed facing a corner. "If you choose to act like a child, you will be punished like one," he spat at her as he slammed the chair onto the floor. He lifted her once again and dragged her to in front of the chair, facing the wall. She was on the floor. He didn't even allow her dignity enough to sit on the chair, but rather the floor. She knew she didn't deserve privilege of the chair, so she remained still and obedient. "You are to remain here until I return. I am leaving for a while until I decide what to do with you. If you are not in this spot when I return, I will be done with you. Nod your head if you understand." His words were harsh, but calm as he stated his instructions to her. She nodded and he left the room. When she heard his truck engine turn over, then grow quiet as he left, she began to cry. She was frightened and felt so very alone. She cried until the tears were dry and she could barely breathe. When she calmed down, she began to think about what she had done, her remorse, and what she could do about it. She thought for certain that she had lost her Master. She decided that if she was very, very lucky, he would return at some point but with punishment to endure. Pet decided she would show Master how sorry she was and how badly she wanted him to forgive her. She decided she would endure whatever punishment he saw fit to administer to her, and hopefully he would forgive her. She knew she would never, ever, betray him again. She laid her head on the floor and fell asleep. When Master returned, it was dark. There were no lights on in the house. He had been gone for several hours. He drove around for quite some time, thinking about what had happened and what he should do with pet. He knew that things had become too familiar between them; the lines of Master and pet had blurred. He had become lax with his Dominance and he needed to remind her that he was in charge. He wasn't so angry with the fact that she had said anything, as it was not harmful information, but rather that she had been careless in following his wishes. He knew she had to be punished. He decided what he would do with her and headed for home. ********** When Master stepped into the house and turned on the light he was greeted by silence. He didn't like the feeling it gave Him. He was used to His pet's enthusiasm and happy face greeting Him when he arrived. He looked around and everything was just the way he had left it; it appeared that she had not left the spot that he had ordered her to stay in. He walked into the room, the light from the adjacent room spilling into it, casting a wide stream into the room, highlighting the chair in the corner, and pet's rumpled form on the floor next to it. The light and sound of the door must have startled her, as she jumped up and scrambled to her knees, with her hands on her thighs. Her head and eyes were cast downward. "Had you exercised this type of obedience in the first place you worthless rag, we wouldn't have to do this, now would we?" His words spat at her. She cringed a little at the harshness of His voice, but did not move. She did not acknowledge his question either, as He had not given her permission to. He opened the door wider and walked over to her with long strides. She did not move. He ordered her to her feet and to take her clothes off. She did quickly. "Since you have proven yourself unworthy to serve me, I won't be eating the dinner you prepared. You will crawl to the kitchen behind me and watch me eat something else. You will not have dinner this evening." He stated brusquely as he turned and left the room. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled behind him. When he got to the kitchen, he picked up the pan that was still filled with their dinner and dumped it into the garbage. He took a frozen pizza from the freezer and turned on the oven. He then turned to her. She remained on the floor, waiting. He looked around the room quickly, as though searching. His eyes found their mark and he went towards the window. He pulled the plant from the chain on the hook in the corner and strode towards her once again. He grabbed her hair at the back of her head and pulled her to her feet. He shoved her near the window and removed his belt. He put her wrists together and wrapped the belt around them, drawing it tight. He then lifted it over her head and attached it to the chain where the plant was hanging. He then went to the garage and returned carrying clothespins. He saw her eyes widen as he approached her. To use the pins when she was aroused as part of play was enticing but she was not aroused then. He pinched her nipple roughly and pulled in order to cause it to harden. He then placed the pin on her tender flesh and could see the pain in her eyes. He doubted that she realized that treating her this way hurt him as much as it did her, but was necessary. He did the same with her other nipple and stepped back to look at his work. He contemplated for a moment and then slapped her thighs apart. He spread her labia and pulled on her clit, with roughness yet nonchalance, and placed the final pin there. She felt completely humiliated. She closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, but did not utter a sound. He turned from her as though she didn't exist and placed the pizza in the oven. He walked over to the refrigerator and retrieved a beer. He sat at the table and fumbled through the mail, sipping his beer from the bottle. She stood there, suspended, while his dinner was baking in the oven. She was too afraid and ashamed to make eye contact. The smell of the pizza baking made her stomach growl and mouth water. Her nipples and clit were aching, almost to the point of being numb. The leather belt was cutting into her wrists and her arms hurt from standing in that position. She remained silent. When the pizza was done, he cut it, took the slice to the table, and sat down to eat. "If you want me to even consider forgiving you, you will endure 3 days of my punishment. If you accept your punishment obediently, then I will consider keeping you." He said to her calmly in between bites of pizza. She raised her eyes slightly in his general direction and nodded. She then lowered them once again. Had she found the courage and boldness to look at his face she would have seen his brows raised. He was astonished that she would endure God-knows-what he had planned in order to get back into his good graces. He even smiled a little at her determination. He knew he must mean a great deal to her to go through this for him. At that moment he was reminded of how fond he was of her as well, but he wasn't going to let her know that. It was getting late and he had to go to work in the morning. He left her there for a few more minutes as he put the rest of the pizza away and had another beer. He glanced at the clock to realize that she had been standing there almost an hour. It was a bit irresponsible of him to leave her standing there for so long, and the clips on her intimate areas must have been hurting quite a bit. He walked over to her and removed them, one at a time. She cried out when he did so; as a natural reaction. The sensation was quite painful. The sound that she uttered went through him like a knife. He admired her strength and perseverance. Finally, he lifted the belt from the hook and lowered her arms. He could see the welt that the leather had cut into her flesh and suppressed an urged to comfort her. "Crawl to the garage and wait for me there," he growled at her harshly. She did as she was told, but was more than a bit alarmed at what he had in store for her. The floor in the garage was cold and dirty. She was tired and frightened. She jumped, startled, when he opened the door and stepped outside. He lifted her once again and shoved her towards the workbench. He pulled the saw horses from the corner and placed them a bit apart. Her eyes grew wide again and she swallowed hard. He pulled her over and bent her over one of the saw horses and then placed the other against her back so she could not move. She began to tremble with fear of what was to become of her, especially when he secured her wrists and ankles with plastic cord ties. He produced a paint stir stick and crouched close to her head. "Your behavior has earned you 20 lashes. You will count each one and say thank you. If you do not, we will have no choice but to begin again. Am I understood?" His voice was so calm and icy as he delivered his instructions; it made her blood run cold. "Yes, Master…" she replied meekly and braced herself. The first blow hit her so sharply and quickly that she lost her breath. "One…thank You Master…" she replied strongly. Her hands gripped in a vise like hold to the wood of the horse and she was grateful for the durable object to help keep her balance. "Two…thank You Master…" and so it went, one by one, steadily through until the last. The rounded flesh of her ass was reddened and tender looking and her cheeks were wet from the tears that fell upon them. Although her breathing was labored, she had endured the brunt of his punishment. He cut the ties with a razor knife and she tumbled to the floor. She remained there, knees held tightly to her chest. He went to the refrigerator and brought her a bottle of cold water. When he approached her to hand it to her she scrambled backwards and crouched against the wall. She did not raise her eyes or her head. She was afraid of him. He felt as though someone had reached into his chest and pulled out his heart. It was all he could do not to go to her and pull her into his arms and hold her. He watched as she drank deep of the water, lifting it high and swallowing in big gulps. When she finished, she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and got on her knees in front of him. "Thank You Sir," she stated softly. He smiled a little and was amazed at her persistence. Perhaps she was tougher than he thought. "That's enough for tonight. I'm tired." Master said softly. He truly was exhausted. He allowed her to walk instead of crawl this time and instructed her to follow him into the bathroom. She was to remain on the floor, with her back facing him as he took a shower. He did not talk to her, look at her, and worst of all, touch her. Pet decided that was the most severe punishment that he could ever deliver; his disregard of her presence. That crushed her spirit more than anything else. Even if he was beating her, he was paying attention to her. Ignoring her made her feel as though she didn't exist. When he finished, he dried and went to the bedroom. He drew back the coverings and then went to the closet. He pulled out an old blanket and pillow and threw them to the floor beside the bed. He then got into the bed and rolled away from her. He couldn't bear the bed with out her warmth beside him any more than he could stand looking at her curled form on the floor. "Thank you Master, please sleep well…" she murmured with a trembling voice, and then became quiet. He closed his eyes and sleep took him. ******* His sleep was fitful. He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable enough to fall into a restful enough state to get the sleep that he needed. He turned off the alarm 20 minutes before it was set to go off, and sat upright in the bed. Pet was awake, as he could see her eyes open, but she lay silently. She was on her side, facing the bed. She looked into his eyes briefly and smiled slightly as if to greet him before she dropped them once again. It was all he could do not to grab her and pull her close to him. He wanted to smell her, feel her warmth, and breathe her in. He knew denying her the same was a tremendous punishment indeed. The entire thing, coupled with the lack of sleep made him irritable all over again. He stepped over her as though she wasn't there and headed towards the bathroom. When he got out of the shower, as he was drying, he could smell fresh coffee and breakfast cooking. His stomach told him to stop the whole thing and enjoy the wonderful food that was being prepared for his benefit, but the stubborn Dominance in his head told him to be persistent. He got dressed and stepped into the kitchen to find his pet, still naked, at the stove making a grand breakfast. Ham steak, fried potatoes and eggs simmered merrily in their prospective pans on the stove as the plate, silver and glass of juice waited patiently at the table. The telltale red marks and welts on her backside caused his appetite to abate a bit. She turned around, startled, and lowered her head. "Good morning Sir," she muttered quietly. "I don't have time for breakfast, throw it away." He growled at her as he sat to put his shoes on. He could see the wounded look on her face as her gesture of repentance was rejected. "As You wish Master…" she stated, her voice barely a whisper. "You better move your ass if you want to get to work on time. Oh, and by the way? Don't call me Master…you haven't earned that right." He said over his shoulder as he slammed the door behind him. Man, he felt like a heel. It nearly killed him to see her so frightened and sad but he knew it was necessary to drive his point home. He still admired her persistence to please him throughout all of the punishment he was administering to her. There was not a minute throughout the day that he didn't think about her; he hoped she was doing okay at work. He wanted to call her no less than 20 times, but stopped himself. When he arrived at home, he was elated to see her car in the driveway. She had obviously gotten home in time to shower and start his dinner. When he walked in the door, she was on her knees, head lowered; waiting for him. She smelled so fresh and her soft hair brushing her shoulders ached for his fingers in it. Steak, mashed potatoes and gravy and biscuits. Damn her! It would absolutely kill him to throw it away, but he did. He slammed his fast-food burger and fries on the table and went to the pantry to retrieve a can of soup for her. Her brows furrowed but she remained silent. He did not say a word to her but sat at the table, scowling. She heated her soup and sat on the floor and ate quietly. He rose from the table and headed for the bedroom; he needed a shower. "Be on the bed when I get out of the shower," he mumbled over his shoulder as he left the room. He stayed under the strong hot stream of water for quite some time. He figured she would be able to endure the punishment he was about to submit her to, although it would definitely be a challenge to her endurance. He was glad that he didn't have to endure the painful penance that he had put her through the night before again, but he vowed he would be much happier when the whole thing was over. She was in the middle of the bed on her back when he walked into the room. She was naked. He left the room only to return with a small paper bag. Inside it was several pieces of strong rope and duct tape. He dropped them onto the bed and went to the drawer where they kept several toys and accessories. He pulled out the ones he wanted and turned his attention to her. She was looking at the ceiling, and was lying absolutely stock-still even though her breathing was becoming more rapid by the moment. He knew she must be a little frightened of what he was about to do to her. "Spread your legs bitch…" he spat at her. She did, wide. He gathered the rope and secured her arms and legs, spread eagled, to the posts of the bed. The harsh fibers of the rope were so rough that it hurt his hands to tie the bindings, let alone what it would do to her delicate skin. He produced a large tube of thick lube and squeezed an exorbitant amount onto her labia and between. The cold gel made her flinch a bit, but she remained obedient and still. He placed a medium sized egg between her labia and a thick vibrator inside her. He had a medium sized plug which he slid in her ass roughly. Her fear had made her clench a bit, thus causing more pain than even he would have intended, but he did not falter. With the devices in place, he pulled a length of the tape; the loud screech of the peeling filling the room. Her eyes were as big as saucers. He doubled the tape in two, so as to not place the harsh glue against her skin and hair. Had he done that, sure the removal would have proved to remove more than hair in its wake and that would prove sheer brutality. He would die rather than hurt her like that. He did it once again and placed the strips over her flesh so as to provide a secure binding for the objects invading her most intimate places. When he was finished, he placed strips over her once again, this time adhering to her bare flesh. He picked up the controls of all three and turned them on to a low hum. His pet's Punishment "God help you if you cum." He said as he walked out of the room. He returned 15 minutes later with a beer in his hand and a couple of DVD's. She was squirming a bit, a natural reaction, to the invading objects teasing her nerve endings with their smooth movement. Her nipples were hard, their stiff peaks jutting at the ceiling and her breasts wobbled a bit as she squirmed. The bulge in his jeans tightened at the sight. He said not a word to her, but rather, turned up the intensity a bit. She whimpered. He slid the DVD into the player and sat deep into the chair next to the bed. He clicked the play button and the movie started. It was porn. The movie was midway through and he was tremendously aroused. As he watched the women on the movie being penetrated in every position imaginable, he thought of her sweet murmurings in his ear when he was inside her. She would all but purr for him and then when his thrusts grew stronger, he loved the way it forced the air from her lungs, swiftly and strongly, gasps amid moans. He shifted in his chair. Our hero on the screen lifted the woman's hair, wrapped in his hand as his swollen cock disappeared in and out of her mouth. Master's own cock wept and lurched, and painfully reminded him that he was not touching his pet. He glanced over at her and saw a light sheen of perspiration over her skin as she sustained her fight through the onslaught of sensations that was plaguing her nether region. Pet tried to close her eyes, but could still hear the sex sounds emitting from the television as she struggled to not allow the devices that Master had placed there to win. Their determined exertion to topple her composure was becoming more and more determined, just as was hers to defeat them. Master kicked them up to high and sat back. He glared at her to remind her of the warning not to cum and she groaned loudly. She would beg if she thought it would help. She knew it would not. She would even if she thought it would intrigue her master more, but at that point she couldn't think past fighting the sensations that waged war with her sex. As a final touch, he placed clothespins on her nipples. She closed her eyes. Her nerves were raw. Her body was trembling and beads of sweat formed on her forehead and torso, drizzling down her quivering flesh. The culmination of all the characters in the movie resulted in an orgy and before Master's eyes was a sea of bodies engaged on various acts of pleasure. His cock throbbed and pulsed and he decided it was time. He opened his jeans and began to stroke his cock. As the mouths on the screen were emptied and filled, he continued to stroke. As the screen was filled with a wet, spread cunt, he stroked. He could see the determination and pain pet was enduring as she was all but sobbing. She squirmed as if she were a puppet on a string as the attack of sensations ripped through her. Master could feel his release rising. He got up from the chair and climbed onto the bed. He stood over her and ordered her to open her eyes. She did so, and her eyes raked over his body and rested on his hand, stroking the object she so wanted to feel. His release came steady, strong and washed over her neck, chest and belly with a force neither of them would imagine possible. He groaned loudly and nearly toppled as the last of his seed was spilled on her. She watched in fascination as he marked her with his cum, astonished that he would, given the fact that he was so disapproving of her at the moment. When he was finished he stepped off the bed and turned off the controls. Her body continued to quaver as he loosened the edges of the tape binding. All at once, he ripped the tape off, startling her greatly. She was not harmed, but the bonding of the substance against her skin was no doubt going to leave an aggressive impression on her tender skin. He produced the razor knife as he had the night before and cut through the ropes. He was painfully remorseful to discover that the fibers had drawn blood in several places. He didn't know about pet, but he had had enough for one night. She lay still as he watched the pools of his seed drizzle off her body in milky rivulets. She was silent as her tears seeped from her eyes and over her temples. "Now you have a reminder of whose bitch you are…" he spat at her as he stalked from the room. He was going to sleep on the couch. ******** His sleep was more restless than the night before. The couch was comfortable enough, but he couldn't get the visions of the last two nights from his mind. He was torn between the exhilaration of the dominance and the remorse of possibly inflicting unwelcome pain to his precious pet. He had errant thoughts of harbored resentment from her and worse, possible fear of him in the future. He didn't want her to regress her submission; he loved how open and eager she was for him. His sleep took him in small windows of rest, but he woke in the morning, so early it was still dark outside. He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and went out the back door. The cool morning air actually felt good against his skin and the cold concrete beneath his feet strangely calmed him. He hadn't heard a sound coming from the bedroom and his curiosity got the better of him. He returned inside the house quietly and walked towards the bedroom. He poked his head around the corner and the bed was empty. He looked on the floor next to it and saw his pet's curled form in the same spot she had been the morning prior. He half hoped that she would have taken advantage of the empty bed to get some rest, as he had put her through a lot the previous two nights. As he walked into the room to head towards the shower, she bolted upright with a start. He could see by the dried shiny patches scattered on her chest and neck that she had not washed off his "markings" from the night before. Of course not, he hadn't told her that she could. Without a word or other sideward glance, he stomped towards the shower. When he dried and dressed, she was gone. She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for him. He was really getting tired of throwing food in the garbage, but he knew he could not relent now. He couldn't even look at her face. He couldn't bear to see her disheartened expression. He put on his shoes, grabbed his phone and slammed the door behind him. He was quite a tyrant to be reckoned with at work that day. Most of the people he worked with were careful to steer clear of him. The scowl on his face was enough of a warning. He still wasn't exactly certain of what he would do to her for her final punishment. He wished he hadn't told her three days. He was ready for the punishment to be over when he could be close to her again. He was tired of smelling all the wonderful meals she had prepared and he didn't eat any. It was starting to piss him off. He somehow managed to make it through the afternoon without taking anyone's head off and decided to stop for a drink before he headed home. He just needed something to take the edge off. Drinking before any type of "scene" between the two was something they had agreed not to engage in from the start, but he wasn't ready to face her yet. He entered the dark bar and sat on a stool at near the wall. He ordered a beer and a shot of tequila when the burly bartender approached. The warm shot slid down his throat with such ease, he decided to have another. He didn't even taste it. Two became three; three became four, and so it went. The bar began to fill with work weary patrons, eager to shrug their stress in the bottom of their glasses. Hearing laughter and seeing other people having a good time did nothing for his mood, so he continued to drink. The night wore on, and the last thing he remembered was being escorted out to the street, into a waiting cab by the bartender and a couple of bouncers. He was passed out during the cab ride home, and vaguely could make out the entry light on the house as the cab pulled into the driveway. There was a small light on in the living room as he stumbled to the door. He fumbled with his keys but discovered that the door was unlocked. Just inside the door was pet. She was sitting on the floor with the cordless phone clutched in her hands. She looked up at him with doe-like eyes, red rimmed from crying. His eyes narrowed and he blinked at her. "I'm supposed to be mad at you…" he mumbled and headed for the bedroom. She followed behind him and stood by the edge of the bed as he toppled to the edge, almost losing his balance. He noticed she was wearing the t-shirt he had worn to sleep in the night before. From what it appeared, it was that and nothing else. She didn't say a word, but helped remove his shirt and jeans, along with his shoes and socks and eased him back onto the pillows. That was the last thing he remembered. Fuck! His head pounded when his eyes fluttered open in the morning. He tried to get up, albeit slowly and glanced to the side of the bed, on the floor, to find pet. She had the trash can from the bathroom next to her and was sitting upright resting against the bed, asleep. It was Friday, and no matter how much he wanted to, he had to go to work that day. Pet woke up with a start and looked at him carefully before dropping her gaze. All he could do was groan. She got up and started the shower and then left the room, heading towards the kitchen. He stood in the shower with his hands against the wall, letting the strong stream of hot water pulse over his head and neck. It seemed to help the throbbing a bit, but he knew it was going to be a long, long day. When he stepped out of the bathroom clean and dried, he noticed that pet had placed his clothes to wear on the bed. She had made a pot of strong coffee and was in the process of pouring him a cup. The remainder was in a thermos, next to his phone. She was dressed, but not ready for work. Since he didn't have his vehicle, she was planning to take him to work. He would have to get a ride to retrieve his truck later. The toaster popped up and pet quickly spread a small amount of butter over the warm slices and handed them to him. He took a small bite and chewed slowly. The sound of the toast crunching in his ears made his head pound. She held out her hand, which contained three aspirins, and he took them and swallowed them down with a big gulp of coffee. She helped him put on his shoes and extended her hand to help him up. She grabbed her keys and purse and headed for the door. They were silent on the ride to his workplace. When she pulled up to the door she looked at him and smiled. "I hope You feel better Sir," she said softly with a gentle smile. He lifted her hand from the console and kissed her knuckles. "Talk to you later pet," he whispered to her and got out of the car. As the day progressed, his headache started to abate, but his stomach was killing him. The thought of a greasy burger or hotdog from the nearby vendor made him want to be sick. He just wanted the day to be over. To top it all off, he was in the sun. His eyes felt like he had two hot pokers going through the center and then radiated outward. He just wanted to go home and be with pet. He was grateful for her kindness and thoughtful actions that morning, and the more he thought of it, realized how frightened she must have been when he didn't come home that night before. He remembered that she was very uncomfortable around people who were intoxicated, particularly men, and she must have been worried that something may have happened to him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a car approaching. The parking lot was about 100 feet away. The car stopped and the driver opened the door and stepped out. He took a second look at the shapely legs set atop a pair of heels, and realized that it was pet. She carried a bag and small cooler over to the worker at the edge of the lot and then turned and headed back to the car. She was wearing a short silk skirt and long sleeved blouse. He knew from experience how soft the fabric was and how warm the ass was that all the workers were staring at. With a toss of her long hair, she climbed back into the car and left. He headed towards the worker. She had brought him soup. Chicken noodle, from his favorite restaurant. She also brought him some ginger ale, Gatorade, a banana, crackers and a small bottle of aspirin. He smiled and headed for a nearby tree to sit and eat his lunch. Even after all that had happened, she still was concerned about him and wanted to take care of his needs. The lunch was mild enough but certainly helped him to feel better. When he finished, he pulled his phone from his belt and sent a text message to pet. Don't worry about dinner tonight. See you around 6. He smiled to himself. He closed his eyes and pictured those legs and that skirt bent over his desk. Maybe if he raised the skirt, she wouldn't be wearing anything underneath. Wouldn't matter if she did. It was lunchtime and the workers were gathered around the vendor's wagon scarfing down their lunch. His grin widened. It was going to be a wonderful evening… ******* DAMN! He hated to be late. It was 6:30. He had told her he would see her at 6, and now here he was late. He ran no less than 4 stop lights and had two near misses in his haste to get home. He couldn't wait to get home to his pet. She had proved her loyalty and entrusted him with her submission through what had proved to be rigorous punishment throughout the week and he wanted to show her just how much he appreciated her. He pulled into the driveway to find her car in its usual spot, as it should be. He couldn't remember a time in which he so looked forward to arriving home. He hopped out of the truck and headed for the door. The door was open and he stepped inside quickly to find pet near the door, on her knees, clad only in one of his undershirts. With lowered head, she smiled and said, "Welcome home sir." He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted it delicately. "Stand for me pet," he said softly. In one smooth motion, she rose to her feet. He looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. Her eyes welled with tears and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, lifting her off the floor. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and muffled a sob. When his mouth crushed onto hers, bruising her lips with its intensity, it nearly took her breath away, literally. He wanted to devour her, whole. She had obviously arrived home early enough to tidy up a bit and also to shower. She smelled so fresh, and so warm and familiar, his own breath caught in his throat. Her tongue slipped through the kiss and into his mouth, coaxing his tongue to invade her own. He turned her and pressed her against the door, all but slamming her body to it. They were both breathless, extremely aroused, as though they hadn't seen each other in a very long time. "May I undress You Sir?" She whispered quietly, her voice trembling, barely audible. "Yes, pet, I would love it if you would." He granted; his voice rich and smooth. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt in their haste to relieve his body of the garment. She grabbed the shirt at the bottom and ripped through the remainder of it. She hesitated, and he rubbed his lips lightly over her forehead. "May I touch You, Sir?" she whispered softly. "Don't stop pet, please…" he all but purred. She gripped the button on his jeans and slipped it open quite simply, only to allow access for her soft warm hand to slip inside and wrap around his throbbing cock. She whimpered as she did and it was almost his undoing. He gripped the top of the undershirt, which by his own admonition, was his of course, and ripped it wide open, exposing her flesh for his eyes to feast. With her arousal, her nipples had become stiff peaks, taunting him. He cupped the swells of her breasts and rubbed those taut crests with his thumbs. She arched her back slightly and let out a seductive moan. He pulled her to him once again; gathering her about the round moons of her ass and lifted her. He carried her to the couch, which was situated in the open of the room, so he may rest her on it. He set her gently on the edge of the back and she was at hip height to him. He finished unzipping his jeans and slid them down his legs. In the split second it took for him to do this, his mind flashed briefly with all of the plans he had for the evening. He had planned to pamper her, stroke her; take his time and enjoy what he hadn't done through the week. The slow seduction had turned into extreme haste to take her when his senses were flooded with her the moment he stepped into the door. Pet braced herself on the ledge of the couch, the curve of her hip holding her balance. He placed his hands on her hips, only after he draped her knees in the crooks of his elbows, securing her spread position for him. She had her hands resting on his shoulders. He could feel her fingers digging into his flesh, her tension and excitement apparent. He moved his arm however, her thighs remained spread, the curve of her instep caressing his shoulder blade. He held his achingly hard cock, with its tip pressing the cleft in her labia. He rubbed the slit up and down coaxing deep moans from within her. She reached down to spread herself. He rubbed her hot wet folds with the head of his cock so achingly tender and savored the feel of her flesh throbbing under his touch. For HIS touch. "Look at me pet", his words caressing her ears as his rigid organ caressed her swollen clit. She lifted her eyes and what he found there caused his breath to catch in his throat. He could see her surrender. He could see her will melt away before his eyes. It was as if he could see into her soul as the last of her resistance fled and she was completely and utterly His. She had endured a certain degree of pain, and treatment from Him that could have easily been argued or proven intolerable to her, and yet she had abided by His wishes and shown her devotion to Him. Moreover, she had done this willingly, gratefully, in order to affirm His superiority over her. "What do you want my pet?" his voice teased as he rubbed just the tip of his cock lightly over her swollen clit. As the sensation slid up and down her slick flesh, she would throb. Her body was trembling and her eyes glowed into his. "Pleasseeee…." She whimpered breathlessly, "Please, Sir, I can't bear it much longer…" her voice almost a sob. "Please what, pet, tell me…" "Please fuck me Sir," "What did you call me?" "Sir. Please, Sir," "Who am I Pet?" "My Master Sir," "That's correct pet, and who are you?" He rubbed her clit a bit harder and her brows furrowed; her mouth forming a perfect "O". "I'm your pet Master…" "What are you?" "Your bitch, Master…" "Who?" "Your whore, Master…" "Tell me what you are then my dirty little whore, I didn't hear you!!" He growled at her roughly. The harshness of his voice did not get the usual reaction; she did not flinch, she did not waiver. He wasn't expecting that. She was becoming breathless as her arousal and his control over her surged through her senses. "I'm my Master's nasty little cunt! Please use me Master, use me to please yourself!" She begged; her voice in little rasping pants. He poised himself at her entrance and caught her gaze once again. Her mouth was swollen and raw, it looked used. All at once he entered her. The force of it pushed the breath from her lungs and caused her eyes to widen. He bent his legs slightly and with both hands around her hips, thrust into her deeply. His cock drove into her, any thought or intention chased by the sensation of pounding into her warm wet cunt. She arched her back a little and her body went a little rigid. The movement only seemed to intensify the friction and he felt his sex tighten. His pet's Punishment Each thrust seemed harder, deeper, and faster and his release rose and erupted like a volcano when she threw her head back and wailed loudly. Her body seemed to clamp onto him, drawing him; coaxing him deeper. His wail was like to hers and their voices rung through the room, coursing through the other's senses. When the waves subsided, they both clung to the other, panting deeply, trying to regain their composure. She smiled at him warmly and ran her fingers against his cheek and chin. He let go of her legs and she slowly let them drop as he slid out of her slowly. With the intensity and duration of the orgasm they had just experienced, he would have thought his cock would have slowly become flaccid. He was still hard when he slid from within her. She looked down at his hard glistening cock and then into his eyes. She had a far off look in her eyes, as if in a trance. She placed first one foot, then the other to the floor and then slid off the ledge of the couch. She knelt in front of him and wrapped her hand around his cock. He was very sensitive at that moment and thus her touch was very gentle; soothing. It was then he could feel the heat of her tongue, lapping at their juices, which had trickled down his thighs. Dear God he groaned as she bathed his flesh with her tongue. Closer and closer she drew to his pulsing sex and the intensity of the sensation caused him to grip the ledge of the couch to steady his stance. His knees felt weak; as if his legs would buckle beneath him. When her strokes reached his cock, she changed her pace a bit, softening, taunting him, worshipping his cock as if he were a God and she a mere mortal; her humility evident, to be caressing him so intimately. Her strokes were so gentle, tender, yet the impact was so extreme. She placed her hands gently on the tight spheres of his ass and held him, as she suckled his rigid organ. The swollen head of his cock pulsed in her mouth and each time it did, she whimpered a bit, the vibration of her mouth reverberating through his senses, igniting his nervous system. He felt as though he would absolutely combust. He locked his long fingers in her hair, caressing the back of her head. When his senses could tolerate it no longer, he eased her back a bit and withdrew from her mouth. Her lips were red and pulpy and he had never seen her look more beautiful. She looked at him, confused, and he bent to his knees. He pressed her to her back and spread her legs, wide. His hands found their haven on her inner thighs and he spread his fingers, holding her tightly. With his thumbs he spread the petals of her sex and the scent of their coupling filled his nostrils. It intoxicated him. He lowered his head and pressed the tip of his tongue to her clit, ever so gently. She groaned like a wanton whore and his cock lurched. Her clit throbbed under his touch, begging for more, begging to be taken, tasted; conquered. He began to flick her taut flesh in quick but gentle strokes. He felt her relax just a bit before her muscles went rigid. She arched her lower back right off the floor, her head back. Her breath was coming in short little pants. Her eyes were closed and her fists were clung into the carpet, arms wide and tense. Her legs twitched with every stroke of his tongue and he could feel the possession he had of her body and senses. It was when he closed his lips around her throbbing nub when she lost all control. Her release shivered through her, brandishing her core with an intensity she had never experienced before. If she could have formed a coherent sound she would surely have screamed. His grip was unwavering as the waves crashed over her again and again until she was completely exhausted. She lay there, very still but panting breathlessly. Finally, she opened her eyes a bit, to find him straddling her, bracing himself over her, hands next to her head. She glanced down to catch a glimpse of his cock, so rigid it was jutted almost to his belly. She looked into his eyes dreamily. "Please Master, may I please You? Please; may I serve You?" She pleaded; her voice husky and warm. "Yes you may pet; show me…" His voice dripped with lust as it left the depth of his throat. She sat up and pressed his shoulders back gently. He sat back, bracing himself against the back of the couch. She then straddled over him. He placed his hands on her hips, and she drew herself closer to him. Her mouth was so close to his, he could feel their warm, yet they did not meet. She manipulated her body enough that she placed herself in position to slide onto him, yet not once had to use her hands. When she was in the right position, she slowly slid onto him. She forced herself onto the length of him, his aching need intensifying as she impaled herself upon his eager flesh. When their bodies met from the depth, she gasped; a tender whimper, for the invasion of his body into hers bordered upon unbearable. She placed her hands behind him, on the ledge of the couch, to provide her leverage, and then set about to ride him. He watched her, fascinated, as her hips rolled and thrust onto him with an incredibly driving, primal need. Every nerve fiber in his body was tense and rigid, pulling him deeper and deeper into oblivion. He captured and held her gaze as her body bruised itself onto him. He saw the surrender, the utter selflessness of her actions evident in the depths of her soul. There was no doubt on his mind that he owned her completely; her actions portrayed solely with the intent of his pleasure. He saw the gentle coaxing there; she wanted him to be pleased. It was only when he was pleased that she would encounter satisfaction. His release caught him off guard. She ground and thrust onto him, drawing the surge to the surface; unrelenting in her quest to satisfy him. It pounded him, tossing his resolve into its oblivion. She rode him until he stopped her, as he was completely spent. He smiled at her lazily and pulled her close. She slid off him gently and rose to her feet. "I'll be right back," she said softly and proceeded towards the kitchen on unsteady legs. She returned promptly with a large bottle of ice cold water. She opened it and handed it to him and then was off to the bedroom to return with two pillows and a washcloth. He had risen and moved to the couch, to sprawl onto his back. He felt like a content lion who had feasted on his prey. He didn't think he had ever felt so appreciated, content or satisfied. She placed the pillows aside and knelt in front of him, with the cloth in her hand. She proceeded to bathe him gently with the warm wet washcloth and he watched her hands and her eyes as she gently performed her task. As she finished, he pulled her to him and she curled against his chest, wrapped in his arms. He was starved, but he didn't want to move. As the day had drawn to a close, they were happy to be together. She lay still, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart and fell into a deep restful asleep. He stroked her hair gently as he joined her there.