****** Knot For Master by Razi ******
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Knot For Master


This story contains BDSM, D/s and Zoo Sex (woman/dog). If any offends please do
not read.

This is a work of fiction (maybe) and the author takes no responsibility if
your parents didn't teach you the difference between fantasy and reality.

Please do not post on ANY site other than White Shadow's Nasty Stories without
the permission of the author.


Chapter 1: Meeting Josh I have to admit that our life together was starting to
become the epiphany of the word mundane. What was once new and exciting had now
become boring and tedious. I must also admit that I was starting to become a
very disrespectful slave, challenging my Master's wishes and not tending to his
needs, as I should have. Any other Master would have turned me out banished me
forever for the shameful way I was acting, but not my Master. It only made him
more determined to reclaim my submissive heart.

He would bring friends home and display me to them, something I was quite used
to, but the very moment he would sense my enjoyment he would have me retire to
my bed. This was very frustrating given the fact that under no circumstances
was I ever allowed to pleasure myself and to this day, I don't understand why
that is one of the rules I chose not to break. I mean I could have, but
something inside of me would not allow it.

After weeks of this kind of torture I was about to break, to throw in the towel
and go off in search of a new Master one who would appreciate all that a girl
could give, when Master brought home a new friend, someone I had not met
before.

"Pet, this is Joshua Knight. A new acquaintance of mine. Josh this is the pet I
have such a hard time controlling."

"Pleased to meet you Joshua." I decided to be a bit cocky and looked directly
into his eyes as I greeted him. Josh extended his hand to me. I placed mine in
his and his grip was firm. As I began to pull my hand away he grasped it harder
and squeezed it while applying downward pressure, until I was on my knees
before him.

"This is the proper way for you to greet a guest of your Master slut!"

He looked down on me and suddenly I felt two inches tall. I apologized to him
and began to rise, but he placed his hand on my shoulder and with the same grip
as the handshake, pushed downward and said, "Stay."

Suddenly I felt something I had not felt in a long while. Humility. Humility at
the foot of someone who knew nothing about me, but had somehow with the
placement of his hand and with his tone had managed to have me obey.

I was angry. I was angry at him for being able to do this to me, angry at my
Master for allowing him to do this to me, but most of all angry at myself for
not having the where withal to even try to challenge Josh. Something inside of
my head told me that it would not be the smartest thing to do, so on my knees I
stayed while the two conversed as if I wasn't there.

Josh questioned Master, "So when did this behavior begin?"

"Almost two months ago now. At first I let it pass, I thought that she might
need some time to work things out within herself, but it just kept getting
worse. She doesn't seem to give a shit about anything I say or do anymore.
Nothing seems to shake her at all, and to tell you the truth I am at a loss."

Josh cupped my chin in his hand. " Well it looks as though she cares about
something now doesn't it?"

'Prick' I thought to myself as he roughly let go of my chin. Master spoke
again.

"But for how long I wonder? I have tried everything I can think of, and that is
why I contacted you. A friend told me that you were the one to call about these
situations. Is there anything that can be done?"

Josh looked down at me and smiled. Not the heartwarming smile of someone who
cares about you, no this smile was cold and devious and made me shudder. "I
think I know what she needs. Will you let me retrain her for you?"

"If you think it is warranted, yes."

"I do in fact. I think that your little pet needs some time away from you to
realize what she is missing, and who knows maybe I can teach her some new
tricks while I'm at it."

"Very well then, when would you, like to begin?"

"Right now." Master looked surprised. Josh noticed his expression and
continued, " If we give her time to think about it then she will have time to
build her defenses and correct her behavior in time to avoid me. You don't want
that to happen believe me, if you do not do it today she will trick you into
thinking she has reformed and then as soon as she feels no threat, she will
return to these bad habits of hers."

Master nodded his head in approval and as he did I was yanked to my feet. Josh
commanded that I remain silent as I stood there as he and Master left the room.
I wanted to scream at the two of them. I wanted to tell them both that I wanted
no part of this retraining, but the words would not come. Josh returned with
two objects in his hand.

The first was a collar, it was not an ordinary collar, it was the kind that is
bought by dog owners to quiet a barking dog. He put it on my neck, locked it
into place with a small pad lock, and then came close to me. He placed small
kisses on my neck that both repulsed and excited. As I felt my knees begin to
weaken he bit down hard on the spot where the neck meets the shoulder. I let
out a howl and as I did the collar let go an electric shock that both stopped
the sound and took my breath momentarily. I raised my hand to my neck to
massage where he had bitten and as I did he spoke. "Get the message?"

I nodded my head and opened my mouth and started to say yes, but as soon as the
first sound tried to escape my lips another shock from the collar.

"Get the message?" he said again. This time I simply nodded.

The second item was a leash, but it was not standard either. It had yet another
collar attached to it and when Master questioned it's construction Josh
explained that it was needed. He explained that if anything weighted was
attached to the 'silence collar' then it would not have any affect. He strongly
encouraged Master to purchase both of these items for future use, should at
anytime I forget my training with him.

Master told him that indeed he would purchase both, because as Master said it,
"She has never been this quiet in all the time I have known her." Something
that in retrospect was probably very true.


Chapter 2: Understanding Josh

The car ride to Josh's home was needless to say, a very silent one. I was made
sit in the back seat, because as Josh likes to say, "Pets should never be
allowed to ride in the front, unless being rewarded." It was his way of telling
me that if ever he allowed me into the front seat it meant that I had done
something to please him.

When we arrived at his house and pulled into drive it only took me a second to
decide to try and escape him. I opened the door of the car and tried to bolt
down the street, but he was faster than I could have ever hoped to be, and he
was on me within minutes, dragging me by the leash back to his property. I was
fighting him all the way, but I had already learned not to make a sound in my
struggle for freedom. He didn't seem one bit angry, in fact I think he was
amused.

We entered the house and he tugged down on the leash. "Whenever I tug down you
will kneel." He tugged again, but I remained standing. He tugged again, with
force and I dropped to my knees. He then tugged up on the leash and I knew he
wanted me to stand. I rose to my feet and he smiled as he tugged down yet
again. This game of his went on for at least ten minutes of tugging up and down
until finally he said, "Good." One last tug up and I was on my feet again.

He started to walk and tugged the leash forward. I followed this time, not
putting up any fuss. He led me to the kitchen and sat on a chair. I approached
a chair and pulled it from the table to sit. He pushed the chair away with his
foot, looked at me and shook his head no. "You cook."

He pointed to the refrigerator and to the stove. I opened the fridge and found
very little to make a meal with, but managed a salad and some burgers. I took
two plates from the cupboard and he put one back. I placed the food on the
plate and set it before him on the table. He was pleased that I was starting to
understand him. He tugged down on the leash and I knelt at his feet. I was
starving and he knew it, yet he did not even offer a bite. He had finished his
meal and extended the plate to me. He motioned to the stove again and tugged
up. I rose yet again to retrieve another helping of food for him and returned
to his feet, but without the tug this time.

This pleased him very much and he cut the burger and gave half to me. "Eat."

It took me two seconds to scarf the thing down, which only made me want more to
eat and left me thirsty. He tugged up again and pointed to the sink. I cleaned
his kitchen as he watched. When I was finished he led me up the stairs to a
room opened the door and said, "Sleep."

He removed the leash and pushed me into the dark room. I heard him lock the
door before his footsteps disappeared down the hall. I searched the wall for a
light switch, but found none. I cautiously walked around the room looking for a
bed, but didn't find one of those either. I did however manage to trip over a
blanket in one corner of the room. I couldn't help myself and started to cry. I
had been away from my Master for a whole two hours and already wanted him to
rescue me. As a sob escaped and that damned collar kicked in again, so I dried
my tears curled up with the blanket and slept.

I woke to the same darkness in the room. I felt like I had slept for hours, but
it was still so dark. I heard footsteps approaching and tried to find the door
as I heard the key in the lock. The door swung open and my eyes hurt as the
light came in. I squinted as Josh came into view. He stood there silent and
waited for me to get my barings. I did and stood to go to him. As I started to
walk across the floor he commanded, "Down!"

I stood there and looked at him, thinking that his one-word game should be over
by now. He took a step inside the room, "DOWN!" I sat on the floor; he was not
amused. "Up!" he scowled. I stood up to only hear him say "Knees." I knelt
without trying him. Partially because I wanted out of the darkness and
partially because I did understand Josh and knew there was no way I was going
to be able to 'play' with him in the same way that I had 'played' with Master.

No, no games here. Josh was all too serious and I indeed understood Josh.

"Crawl." Josh had the coldest eyes. He expected me to crawl to him on my hands
and knees. What choice did I have? I wanted out of the room. I crawled to him
and waited at his feet. He replaced the leash, ordered me to stand and then
tugged me back to the kitchen, where I prepared his breakfast, but no food was
offered to me. I wanted to yell, but I could not. I wanted to cry, but I could
not do that either, because now more than anything I feared the collar around
my neck that I had no way or removing.

Chapter 3: Learning Respectful Lessons

I had been at Josh's two weeks now and was still wearing the silence collar. I
hoped that Josh would soon trust me enough to take it off, but I knew it wasn't
about trust. He didn't care if I trusted him or if he trusted me, he only cared
about control.

It seemed easy to me, 'just do what he wants, when he wants it and in no time
you'll be home,' I thought.

Josh had never left me alone. In the two weeks he had always been there looking
over my shoulder, correcting my movements and watching. And watch me he did. As
I knelt at his feet on the cold kitchen floor, he watched the hunger well up
into my eyes. He knew that I had so much that I wanted to say and he relished
the fact that he had gained control of my voice with the collar. Today I would
learn something new.

Josh kicked a chair out from the table and instructed me to sit. I jumped up
and sat on the chair, only to happy to have the opportunity to rest my tired
back and aching knees. Josh began to speak, "I think you have learned a lesson
from the collar, have you not?"

I nodded frantically wanting the damned thing off.

"So if I remove it today, you will remember to hold your tongue?"

Still nodding, my eyes begging.

"Good. Now hold still."

He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the small pad lock at the
rear of the collar and removed it from my throat. I reached up and grabbed my
throat for a minute, massaging the spot where I had been shocked at the
slightest sound.

"Say something." He ordered.

"Like," I cleared my throat, "what?"

"Excuse me slut?" he swung the collar in front of me. It was indeed a threat.

"Sorry Sir, but I am at a loss for words to say." I wasn't really. There were
three really good ones I could have said, 'Fuck-You-Asshole.'

"That's better. I have to go out for a bit today, and I am leaving you here. I
know that look; you can't escape so don't even think of trying. Besides you
will be on leash while I'm gone and I'm leaving Gregor to watch you."

"Gregor Sir?" I was confused. For the past two weeks I had seen no one in the
house, but Josh and myself.

"You two will meet soon. I'm sure you will like him." Josh went to the fridge
and took out an orange, and placed it in front of me. I had learned better than
to assume that it was meant for me, and looked to him for his approval. "Eat."
Was all he said.

"Thank you Sir." Was my response as I peeled the orange and ate it, and for all
I knew it would be another two days before I ate again.


Chapter 4: Meeting Gregor

I finished the orange and cleaned the kitchen. Josh took me upstairs and waited
as I showered. I came out of the shower and was about to dress when he said,
"No clothes today."

I dropped the clothes in a pile on the floor. Josh made me pick them up and
throw them in the trash. "You will no longer need any clothes here. You will
remain naked until the day you return to your Master."

"Yes Sir." I hated having to be naked in front of Josh. I was glad to be able
to hide myself from him, but he was very intuitive and probably picked up on
that. He pulled me along to the living room of the house and made me sit on the
floor beside a big armchair. The chair was bolted to the floor and on the rear
legs were two 'O'rings. Josh locked the loop of my leash into the rings and
made me crawl around the floor so he could see how far I could go. When
satisfied with my attainable distance he allowed me to return to my seated
position on the floor next to the chair.

Josh left the room for what seemed like an hour. The house never had a clock
visible, so I had no idea of the time. I hated that, never knowing the hour. It
made the days seem to roll together. I knew I had been with Josh two weeks, but
was it exactly two weeks? Maybe a little less than two? 'Oh well,' I thought, '
at least in this room there is daylight.' I was thankful for that. I was
getting used to being thrown into the dark confines of my room, whenever Josh
wanted to go out, take a shower or just be alone. I spent so much time in the
darkness that my skin had seemed to lose the sun kissed color I was so proud
of, and now I was beginning to look gray like a Victorian doll. I heard Josh
coming back and heard more footsteps with him. The footsteps were not 'normal'
sounding. My eyes grew wide as Josh re entered the room. He had brought a dog
with him, a big dog.

"Pet, this is Gregor. My constant companion and my most trusted friend. He will
be watching you when I leave."

"But, I thought.." I was confused and scared. I did not want this dog anywhere
near me.

"Don't think pet, it is not good for a slave to think too much. Gregor will be
here to protect you."

Josh brought the dog over to me. He sniffed my hair and face. I was frozen, I
never did feel safe around dogs and Gregor was a Great Dane. The dog started
sniffing my outer thigh and his nose was heading to my inner. He let out a
whimper and tried to jump at me. It was then I noticed that Gregor had not been
fixed and that he was a little too happy to see me.

Josh pulled back on the leash, "Easy boy, it is not play time."

Gregor settled beside his Master. Josh tied the dog across the room to a chair
similar to the one to which I was tied, and he stood back to watch how close to
me the dog could get. Gregor could reach about to my waist with his nose, which
was too close for me, but seemed to please Josh. Josh placed the dog's food and
water dishes where they could be easily reached, told us both to behave and
headed out the door.

Gregor lay on the floor looking at me, with his big sad puppy dog eyes. I
actually felt sorry for the poor animal. I knew that it was his instinct and
his keen sense of smell that made him want to mount me and I couldn't hold it
against him now could I?

"Poor puppy," I said "bet you don't get many visitors do you?"

The dog raised his head off of the floor.

"You are a pretty pup aren't you?"

Gregor cocked his head to one side and crawled his way over. It was almost like
he knew I was afraid of him, and he didn't want to scare me. The next thing I
knew, he had his head rested on my legs and I was petting him and talking to
him as if he understood every word I was saying. The best thing about Gregor
was that he could never repeat what I said to him, even if he wanted to.

Gregor and I sat keeping each other company for a long time. I would scratch
his ears and he would lick my hand. I liked the feeling of his puppy kisses on
the back of my hand and my mind couldn't help but wonder how his soft puppy
kisses would feel lapping at my now long neglected, but getting wetter by the
minute pussy. I was developing a case of weighing the pros and the cons; it was
like having the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other.

One saying, "You can not do that. He is a dog. If people were meant to be with
dogs, then there would be a million half human, half puppies running around!"

And the other saying "Go ahead do it, you know that you can't wait for that dog
to lick you until you scream. Come on do it, what can it hurt?"

What could it hurt? He was tied up. As long as I made sure to stay where I was
he couldn't do anything but lick me. He couldn't even try to mount me and I was
so very horny. The only thought left in my mind was how to get him to where I
wanted him? This is where I made my first wrong decision. I decided that if I
started masturbating, then let the dog lick my fingers, or better yet wipe my
pussy juice in a trail along my leg that he would follow it to my pussy.

So that is exactly what I did. I massaged my clit, and it felt good. I had
forgotten what it was like to touch myself. To know exactly where to touch and
how to touch, to know when to apply pressure and when to ease up. I had
forgotten what it felt like to put my fingers in my own pussy, I had forgotten
the warm slick feeling of my own cunt. It had been too long, 'way to long,' I
thought.

Gregor didn't need my encouragement, or direction. It took him all of about ten
seconds to sniff his way to my pussy and begin lapping at me for all he was
worth. And I let him! His large tongue slipping in and out of my hole, touching
places that I didn't even know I had. Each lap of his tongue felling like fire
on the skin and my legs growing ever splayed with each lick.

"Oh God, you are a good puppy Gregor, too fucking good!" I panted. I was
enjoying every minute of this. "Yes. Right there, oh, um, shit! You're gonna
make me cum!" I barely got the words out as my first orgasm in months hit me
and I was reduced to making noises that sounded like a female cat in heat. This
only encouraged the dog that was so expertly eating my pussy and he stood up on
all fours and began whimpering and lunging at me. I commanded him down, but he
wouldn't listen. He kept pulling and lunging at me. He couldn't reach me, I
thought he would eventually stop, but it seemed that Gregor had a different
idea.

He reached out and grabbed me by the foot and began pulling me across the floor
towards him. I tried to pull away, to make him stop, but he was transfixed and
was not about to give up this fight. He had my foot at the ankle and I knew
that if I struggled, his teeth would break flesh and I also knew that if he bit
down hard enough that he would surely break the bone. I decided to let him pull
me closer to him and when he let go I would run and hide behind the chair that
Josh had tied me to. Well it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I allowed Gregor to 'catch' me, determined to follow my plan. He pulled me
across the floor to him and as I suspected, when he thought me close enough, he
let go of my foot. I turned to my knees and sprang to my feet to run from him
to protection, behind the armchair. I was running across the floor, when I felt
the full weight of Gregor hit me in the back. He knocked my to my knees, my ass
standing in the air. I looked up to see how far away the chair was, it was
still half the room away. I tried to get back up, but Gregor was already trying
to enter me. His fore paws holding me down at my waist, and he was pumping his
way to my hole. "Gregor No! Gregor Stop! Gregor Down!" I was panicking. I had
heard about slaves that fucked their Master's dogs, but had no intention of it
ever being me, and certainly not at the dogs will.

Then I felt it. His shaft in me, fucking me. Pulling almost all the way out
then back in deeper than the stroke before it. Gregor had won, he had what he
wanted and I, and well I had no idea what was to come.

Five or six times Gregor thrust into me and then I felt something, I have never
felt before. Something was growing inside of me, stretching the walls of my
pussy. It hurt so badly, and Gregor just ignored my screams, he grew more
determined in his pace. My body was now in complete betrayal of my mind and
this most 'unnatural' act was inducing a most 'natural' response. As much as I
would like to tell you that I hated what was happening to me, I can't.
Somewhere in the heat of Gregor's knot, ever swelling inside of me, I let go of
my inhibition and allowed myself to enjoy the sensation of my first doggie
fuck.


Chapter 5: Caught In the Act

As my sense of right and wrong left me, I allowed myself to feel the painful
pleasure of having Gregor tied to me. My pussy clenched around his knot and I'm
sure my cries could be heard outside the house. I did not want this to end. I
wanted to be tied to this dog, in this moment forever. Each rising climax was
more powerful than the one before and I had never had a partner with the
stamina to please me the way that this dog had done. I wanted Gregor to be with
me forever, but knew in my heart that it would not be so. After all he was
Josh's pet and I was not.

Gregor let out a loud whine and I thought that something was wrong, until I
felt the warmth of his animal lust painting the walls of my quivering cunt and
then I understood that Gregor had reached his peak and from there, there was
nowhere to go but down. Me in my naiveté thought that once the dog had cum,
that he could jump right off and we two could go to our separate corners to
recover. I tried to buck him off, but he was stuck. Stuck to me, stuck in me
and it was then I heard Josh's car in the drive.

'Oh God, oh God, oh God,' I thought. I knew that in a matter of minutes Josh
would be in the house and headed to see if we were fine. I heard him coming
down the hall and I panicked as I heard his hand twisting the doorknob.

Josh opened the door to find me, ass up in the air and Gregor tied to me. He
had a smirk on his face that I could not read as amusement or anger, but knew
that he had to be unimpressed by what he saw.

"You nasty little bitch!" he yelled, "You could not wait for me to leave you
alone with my dog! You stupid, stupid cunt! Do you know how long it has taken
me to train that dog? Do you know how much I get paid for his services? Do you
know that I do not allow him to be wasted on common sluts like you? He's too
good for you!" Josh rushed over to 'his' dog to make sure 'his' dog was all
right. Then he sat in the armchair and waited for Gregor's knot to shrink
enough to pull him off of me. He didn't wait for it to completely deflate, he
waited until he saw the dogs cum just starting to escape the confines of my
cunt, and then he grabbed him at the collar and tore him from within me. The
dog yelped and I screamed as he did it. I never moved from my position as he
took Gregor from the room. I could not have moved even if I had wanted to, the
pain that was ripping across my stomach wouldn't let me move.

Moments passed and Josh returned. I couldn't look him in the face. I was flush
with shame. All the inhibition lost to me in the heat of the moment had come
rushing back to claim it's revenge.

"Are you all right?" Was this concern I was hearing?

"I, uh, I think so Sir." I didn't want to be respectful, but I was still in
pain and needed Josh to help me. "I, um, I am in pain though."

"Well you didn't...wait a minute, you never did that before?" Josh seemed
surprised.

"No Sir, and I didn't really want it to happen this time either. I, uh, just
wanted him to lick me and then things got crazy. I tried to escape him, but he
was too quick and then too heavy and.." I started to cry. I didn't know why.

Josh came over and lifted me, leaving a puddle of Gregor's load on the floor.
Josh took me upstairs and lay me on his bed. It was a big soft feathery bed. He
went into the bathroom and returned with warm cloths and began cleaning up the
mess I was in. When he had finished he sat on the bed next to me and gently
stroked my hair, somewhere in this comfort I must have fallen to sleep.

I woke in the morning still in Josh's bed. He still with his hand in my hair,
but lying at my side. Would this change a single thing between us? Only time
would really tell.


Chapter 6: Wanting to Stay

Days passed in silence. I not saying a word to Josh and he not speaking a word
to me. Yet every night at bedtime, I would stop at my room door, Josh would
take my hand and lead me to his and I would sleep there in his bed in comfort.
Something between us was changing. What it was I couldn't really say. All I
knew for sure was that my heart no longer yearned for the home and the Master I
had been ripped away from. It yearned to be here with Josh, in his bed.

As morning broke I rose; I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Josh joined
me there after his morning shower and after taking Gregor for his morning walk.
I placed Josh's breakfast before him and assumed the kneeling position, but
this time I did not want to just kneel in front of him. This time I placed my
head in his lap. He shifted his weight a few times as I knelt there and I
noticed his cock stiffen under his sweats. I looked up at him with pleading
eyes. I wanted so badly to taste him and I knew he wanted me to.

I inched my face closer and closer, until I was sure he could feel the warmth
of my breath through his pants on his rod. He couldn't take it any longer and
he freed his cock, I knew it was an offering and slowly placed hot kisses on
the head. I kissed him softly along the shaft and then quickly swallowed his
entire tool. He caught his breath as I did it and began a steady pumping into
my very hungry throat. The scent of his manhood combined with the taste of his
precum made my pussy quiver. I wanted him to fuck me, but I wanted it to come
from him. I didn't want to ask for it, I wanted him to take it from me. A few
more hard thrust and he let go. I lapped up every drop; of the juice he had
given to me, and once finished returned to my kneeling position in front of
him.

"Thank you Sir." Still looking with wanton eyes.

"Thank you slave. I will remember this always."

What did he mean he would remember it? I wasn't going anywhere. Or was I? I
could not let this question go unanswered.

"Josh? I mean Sir, what did you mean when you said you would remember?"

"You are to return to your Master today. My time with you is almost over girl."
I could not believe what I was hearing. Go home? What home? Josh needed me.
Didn't he?

"NO! I'm not ready. I need to stay here with you Josh. I have not learned a
thing. Josh call him! Josh pick up the phone and call him! Tell him please,
tell him you need me!" Josh just smiled.

"I can't Princess, you are not mine to keep. You are his and he wants you back.
There is nothing I can do."

Well there was something I could do. And you bet your ass I planned on doing
it.

Josh helped me to collect my things and pack them into a box. It was amazing to
me how a girl who never left the house in a month or so, could end up with so
many new things. I guess I never really took notice to the things that Josh
gave me, but knew now when I looked at them I would forever yearn for Josh.

"Time to go, Princess." Josh announced. A feeling of doom fell over me. I did
not want to go, but I would not try to stay. I knew how Josh felt about things.
He was paid to teach me respect and to enable Master to win back my heart, and
somewhere within the training, my heart was won. Too bad it was Josh who now
owned it.

I picked up the collar-leash combination and handed it to Josh. I knelt before
him one last time as he placed it around my neck. I wanted to cry and tell him
I wouldn't leave him, but I didn't. I was brave and accepted my fate. Josh
tugged up on the collar and once I was standing he led me to his car. I walked
to the same rear door that I exited a month ago. I looked down the drive and a
smile came as I remembered how quick Josh was to 'catch' me when I tried to
flee him. Already I was getting nostalgic and I had not left. Josh's voice woke
me from my daydreams.

"Up front, Princess. Today you ride up front, with me."

My eyes must have sparkled like sunshine on the water. Josh smiled at me, but
this smile was a different smile. It was not cold or harsh, or mean. No, this
smile was warm and heartfelt and meant for me.

Josh got in the car and I followed. We never spoke on the long drive back to
Master's, we didn't need to. Josh was resting his hand on my thigh the whole
ride and to me, his action spoke volumes.

Chapter 7: My First Day at Home.

Master was waiting just inside the front door as we entered the house. I
dropped to my knees, like a good little slave the second I saw him. I said
nothing; I looked at the floor. Master and Josh talked a while before Josh was
set to go. He leaned down to me and whispered in my ear, "I will miss you
Princess, there was so much I had hoped to do with you. Behave now, I do not
want to have to return and take you back again." There it was! Josh's
permission! Permission to misbehave, permission to forget what he had taught.
Permission to do anything and everything I could to find my way back to him.
Josh kissed my cheek said his good-byes to Master and left.

Alone with Master at last. He stood over me, but I felt nothing. He felt
something, but I know it is not what he wanted to feel. He told me to stand,
but I played dumb with him. Josh never taught me the command stand. He always
used the words up or down or sit or knees. So I stayed on my knees, 'playing'
with Master.

"Pet I said stand!" Already he was growing annoyed.

'So little patience,' I thought. I did not want him to think that his money
went to Josh for nothing so eventually I did stand up, but still said nothing
to him. He opened his arms and hugged me. I stiffened under his touch. He
pushed me back and looked into my eyes and asked, "Is there anything wrong
pet?"

"No Master, nothing."

"Then why are you so tense?"

"Just tired, I guess Master." I lied.

"Did you not get enough time for rest while with Josh?"

"Oh yes I did, but the trip home tired me Master." He knew I was lying, but did
not question it.

"Well maybe you should go and rest. I have guests coming to see you later." He
smiled and stroked the side of my face. I was a bit annoyed. I did not want to
be paraded around on my first night home. I was not going to put on a pretty
show tonight. I waited for Master to excuse me and went to my room to rest. I
took the opportunity to plan my antics for the evening and to look out the
window and think about Josh.

The hours passed too quickly and Master's guests started to arrive. It was the
same barrage of people that I had met a thousand times before. Jack and Peter,
Sam and Marcus, a few men that Master worked with and a few women that he had
gotten know through our visits to the club. All of the same old, same old.
Because I knew them all so well I knew what each drank and how they liked the
drinks mixed. I served them all one by one and pretended I didn't hear the rude
comments or the smart remarks about how well behaved I was. I was just heading
into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I set the tray I was holding on the
counter and went to the door. I opened it and there was a person standing there
that I did not recognize. He was dressed in all black, with a black overcoat
and a mask.

"Can I help you Sir?" I asked nervously. He just nodded yes.

"Have you an invitation Sir?" he nodded again and extended the invitation to
me. There was no name on the invite. "Please come in then." I ushered him into
the house. "Can I take your coat?" he shook his head no and walked into the
living room and joined the other guests. I'm assuming none knew who this man
was because each looked at him as if he bore a stench.

Master joined his guests some five minutes later and as he entered the room he
called me to his side. Before I knelt beside my Master I looked each guest in
the eyes, sort of a ritual of mine, to let each know that even as a submissive
I was still in control of my own destiny. My gaze fell upon the man in the
mask; there was something different in his eyes, something familiar yet
strange. As I knelt at Master's feet someone yelled out, "Let's get on with
it!"

"Indeed!" was Master's response.

Chapter 8: First Order of Business.

Master was so confident that Josh's retraining was a success that he didn't
test me before this party of his. He was so sure that I would comply with any
order that he gave. I smirked to myself at the thought of proving him wrong.

Master spoke to his guests, "Well as all of you well know, I had a bit of a
problem with my pet for a while. She was quite disobedient and needed some
intense training. She has completed the retraining and now I think that the
first order of business should be her punishment for embarrassing me in front
of my guests for so long. So with that in mind I ask Marcus and Sam to go to
the basement and bring up the crucifix."

Marcus and Jack walked to the basement and returned with the rather heavy
crucifix and placed it in the center of the room. Master then asked Peter and
Sam to secure me to it so that my backside was exposed to the room. They did a
good job, there was barely room for me to move hand or foot, but Master left my
waist untied, he said he wanted to watch his pet dance for him. Once I was
properly secured he walked around to my face and gave me my instructions for
accepting my punishment.

"Pet each person in this room will be offered a choice of whip, cat, or paddle
to punish you with. Each will strike you five times and then you will apologize
to me and ask me for more until each member of this room has punished you. Then
I will have my turn and you will accept each stroke until I tire of it. I will
not tire of it until either you ask me for mercy, I draw blood or someone from
this crowd intercedes. Do you understand me pet?" He waited for my response.

I looked at him with cold eyes. He knew I hated him now. He knew I would not
call out for mercy to satisfy him. I looked directly into his eyes as I said in
my nastiest tone, "Yes Sir I do."

"Then let's begin shall we? Sam because you helped to carry the crucifix, you
will go first and when you are done you may choose the next. If a person
refuses it is all right, there is no requirement to participate just proceed to
the next person you choose." Master walked to the other side of me so that he
could view my punishment well.

Sam approached the table set up near the crucifix and chose the paddle to spank
me with. He approached me and rubbed over my ass first with his hand, then with
the paddle. There was a pause and then I felt the first of five blows strike
me. Sam was cunning in his placement of the paddle and made sure not to hit the
same place twice. After each whack he waited for me to cry out I refused to do
so and it frustrated him. He made sure that the last of his blows hit hard and
with force, but I did not flinch. He returned the paddle to the table and
waited. I spoke, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you Master, I have been a very bad
girl, please punish me some more." I was proud of myself, not a shake in my
voice, 'maybe the silence collar taught me something after all,' I thought.

Sam picked Jack to go next, but Jack refused. He was never too interested in
punishing me; he was only interested in getting to spill his load all over me.
Sam proceeded to a Domme named Kyrie. I hated Kyrie and was glad she was going
second. She was a mean, cruel, heartless bitch of a Domme, who looked on subs
as pieces of meat and she thought herself the tenderizer. I knew her favorite
toy before she chose it and I was right. She reached for the cat and looked at
Master, "Anywhere?" she said.

"Yes Kyrie anywhere that is available to you." Master smiled at her. He knew
what she had planned.

"Only five?" she pouted.

"Yes Kyrie only five, so make them count." I knew how much watching Kyrie
punishing me turned Master on. I would have bet my last ten cents that inside
of his head he was envisioning me sucking his cum out of her over stretched
cunt.

Kyrie came around to my face and stroked my cheek with the cat, "I'm gonna
enjoy this you little bitch!"

I spat in her face. That really pissed her off.

"Cunt!" she looked at Master, "You call that retrained and learning her lesson?
I think you should let me take her home for a while and teach her what real
respect is!"

"Maybe one day you can." Master said, "but for now just give her what she has
coming."

"Can I penetrate her?" Kyrie wanted revenge.

"Jesus Kyrie! Just hit the fucking subbie okay? Do you have to turn everything
into an all about me fest?" Master was losing his cool and I didn't cause it.

Kyrie walked back around me and prepared her first strike. I knew how skilled
Kyrie was with the cat so I braced myself for precision landings and I was
right. She aimed for my open cunt and landed five fast and hard blows right at
the opening. I almost cried out, but swallowed the sound as well as the tears
that were welling up. She placed the cat on the table; I repeated my speech and
waited for the next one to come forward.

Of course Kyrie had to play the indecisive one, but eventually handed off to
her play toy Ebony. Ebony was one of my favorite people. She played the part of
Kyrie's submissive, but had admitted to me on more than one occasion that she
thought that maybe she was a switch. I guess she had decided to explore that
avenue as she too chose the cat to punish me with. She targeted my ass and was
a lot more caring than the two before her. Next came Marcus and then Peter each
inflicting their own special brand of torture on me. I remained steadfast in my
silence, and proud of it, but I knew the hardest was saved for the end and it
looked like the end was upon me.

Master walked to the table and looked at the whip, cat and paddle. He shook his
head while making 'Tsk, Tsk' sounds. He walked across the room to his Toy Box,
it was an antique armoire converted to a toy chest that housed all of Master's
favorite things, flung open the doors, removed something and then headed back
to me.

"Pet I have purchased something special for your home coming, something I think
you will learn to enjoy." He held it out and I could not believe what I was
seeing. He had purchased a crop! I had never felt a crop on my flesh and I was
afraid at this moment in time. Master walked back around the crucifix and
without warning began his attack on my flesh. The crop whistled a bit as a
broke the air and the pain as it hit me was almost too much for me. I did not
want to cry out, I tried to hold it in, but as the fifth blow landed across my
lower back, I howled out.

"Was that mercy you were asking for my pet?"

"No! I did not ask for mercy Master!" Three more strikes to my ass. I cried out
again.

"Pardon slut? What did you say? Mercy was it?" He was enjoying this.

"No! I will not!"

Five more strikes uneven at best landing on my legs, ass and lower back again.
I could feel the rise in my skin as it welted, but I was determined not to
word. I was determined to show the whole room that I did not belong to him
anymore. I wanted to be free of him and I knew that this was the only way.
Three more strikes on my lower back and I felt the trickling of blood. He
caught his breath and came about to face me.

"Say it damn you!"

"NO!" I would not give in.

Around again and three more strikes. The trickles feeling more like a gush now
as he came about once more.

"Say it and it's over. Just say the fucking word!"

"NO! I will not say it to satisfy you or anyone else in this room." I spat.

Master went around the crucifix once more and I heard the familiar sound of the
crop breaking air and as what was to be the final strike flew through the air I
heard a familiar voice.

"Enough! That is enough! Have you lost all of your senses man?" The man in the
mask had grabbed the crop and ripped from my Master's hand.

"Just who the fuck do you think you are? Who are you to tell me when MY slave
has had enough? I did not hear her call for mercy did you?" Master was
outraged.

"No but I did hear you say that when blood was drawn you would end this game
you are playing. You have drawn more than enough blood here, and now it is she
who makes the choice. Is it not?" The man in the mask looked around the room to
see if one person would challenge him. No one dared to question his word.

I had been damaged at the hand of the man who had vowed to protect me from
harm. I had been left bleeding on a crucifix, for the eyes of those who dared
to scorn me for my actions to witness, but I did not feel shame and I did not
feel powerless, some how for some reason I felt vindicated. The man in the mask
came about to face me and asked me a simple question, "What is it you desire
now girl?"

"I want to be free Sir. I want to be free of this man who calls himself my
Master. I want the chance to find one that is true to his word and will not
allow harm to come to me. That is what I want." I was beginning to get weak;
the bleeding did not seem to be stopping. I heard Master speak.

"Get her down! Let her go!"

I fell to the floor when released; no one in the room would help me stand. No
one would even look at me, as if I were the one to be shamed for allowing this
to happen, they all turned away from me, all but one. He extended his hand to
help me to my feet.

"I think I need a doctor. Please help me?" that was the last thing I remember
saying that night.

Chapter 9: A New Day

I opened my eyes to a feeling of familiarity. I looked around and recognized
the room I was in. I tried to get up but I was in so much pain. I looked for
him, but he wasn't there.

"Josh! Josh! Are you there? Josh!" he did not answer. How could I be here in
Josh's bed? Did I only dream of returning to my Master? If so then why did my
body ache so? I wanted to see Josh come into the room, but fell back to sleep
waiting for him.

"Hey there Princess, how do you feel now?" I opened my eyes and he was there.
Just as I knew he would be.

"Am I dreaming you? How did I?"

"Shh. Too many questions. You are safe now here with me."

Josh stroked my hair softly, like he had done one time before. I felt so secure
and so loved with him.

A week had passed since what we now called 'my accident' and I was ready to get
out of bed and move around a bit. Josh came into the room with breakfast.

"You know you better hurry up and get well, I need a cook in this house." He
smiled at me.

I stuck out my tongue at him in a very childish way, "Yes I know, I've been
eating what you have been cooking remember?" I laughed out loud.

"Still mouthy I see." Josh said with a smirk.

"Yep, guess I need some retraining." I was taunting him.

"Well then I guess my Princess isn't in the mood for a visitor then?"

"Oh yes I am! Please!"

Josh headed to the bedroom door and opened it. He told my guest to come in, but
that he had to behave. As soon as he moved out of the doorway my guest entered
the room and sat beside me on the bed.

"OH! Gregor! I've missed you!"

"He's missed you too." Josh smiled at me with that warm loving smile and said,
" but the next time you take the knot it will be for me."

"Yes Sir," I looked deep into Josh's eyes, " The next time the knot will be for
Master."

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