The rest of the day felt so sad for me, Why was I sad? Because my master didn’t like the blowjob I gave to him earlier.
I want to stop thinking about the scene, I want to stop thinking about the fact that he didn’t even at least rate me 2 out of ten. Maybe a *good job, slave* would suffice.
I folded my legs up to my chest, pouting so hard. Why do I feel this way.
“Don’t tell me someone isn’t happy because she couldn’t make her master happy.” Ethan said standing in the door way.
“No! That’s not it!.” I denied bluntly, shaking my head vigorously in denial.
“No, no… slave, You shouldn’t raise your voice at your master. But because I know you are at total denial due to the feelings you are having right now, I will let it pass.”
I stared at him blankly, shoving all my emotions to the deepest part of my stomach.
“But not to worry slave, master here has a big surprise for you.” My ears perked up in anticipation.
“I see I have your full attention. Well, get up on your feet slave.”
I reluctantly got up on my feet, I do not know why, but I do have a feeling that whatever his surprise is.. would definitely not be something I would be appreciating.
He lead me straight to my room, “You are gonna love this, slave. This is like, my most creative invention ever or should I say most creative work.” He grinned at me excited, really excited.
I gulped nervously, trying to imagine what his surprise is, then it hit me! The other day he said he would paint my room pink, he didn’t do it right? No he wouldn’t? He definitely wouldn’t…. He did, he did it!
I blinked my eyes repeatedly, staring at my room in shock. He didn’t just repaint my room but actually changed the color of every single thing in my room to pink, everything was fucking pink.
“What in the world have you done to my room!.” I exclaimed, my eyes larger than it’s original state.
I didn’t get a minute to think about what Ethan next move would be…. His hands grabbed my hair tightly, then he leads me into the room and pushed me on the bed with so much force. I had to thank my stars that my head did not hit the bedpost.
“I have told you again and again(whip), repeatedly…(whip) That I am your master(whip) and so,(whip) you should accord me with respect. (Whip).”
My hands dug into the bedsheet, as screams of pain escaped my mouth. He wasn’t hitting me with a silver spoon, or his hands. This is a fucking whip, that when it hits me… The pain rings through all my body, and I feel ten times more in pain.
“I am your master, slave. I am your god! You should respect me and be a good obedient slave. Do you hear me, slave.” He bellows in my ear, his finger pulling onto my hair. It feels like he wants to separate my hair from my skull.
“Yes master, I hear you master!.” I screamed out, he let go of my hair… Leaving my forehead throbbing in pain.
I laid down on the bed weakly, my buttocks in severe pain. Without looking at my ass, I could tell that it has peeled severely.
“Get down from the bed slave, your punishment is over. Kneel down beside the bed.” I painfully got down from the bed, groaning in pains with each movement I make.
He wiggled the whip in front of my eyes, grinning happily. “This whip is actually a surprise for you, but you had to spoil my surprise by running your mouth. But that’s alright, I still have more surprises for you.” He gave a toothy grin, walks over to my wardrobe and brings out a box.
He placed the box on the bed, opened the box and brings out a dog collar from it. The collar was just plain, with no design… Rusty silver collar.
“You see this right here, slave. This is your collar.” His grin became more wider.
I shifted back in horror, no.. this is the height of it, I have already gone through so much humiliation, I will not let him put that collar thingy on my neck. I am not a dog!!.
“Ohh don’t make this hard slave, we both know how this is going to end slave. And you wouldn’t like the outcome of it. So… Be a good slave and quietly come wear this collar.” He becokned on me, dangling the ugly rusty silver collar Infront of me.
I crunched my face in disgust, if the collar is a beautiful collar… Then I probably wouldn’t have mind having it around my neck. He just had to buy a plain old rusty silver collar.
My eyes opened wide in shock, at the thoughts I was having. I just said I wouldn’t mind having a collar around my neck. I said I wouldn’t mind having a fucking dog collar around my neck!! What in the world are you doing to me Ethan.
“Slave!!.” Ethan growled, jolting me out of my thoughts. “Slave! You had better come here and wear this, if you do not want me getting mad at you, than I already am.”
The thoughts of having Ethan much more mad at me, wasn’t something I am surely bargaining on. With a resign gulp, I crawled to where he was standing..
He gazed at me with cold eyes, his eyes gave me cold chills all through my body. “Here, I want you to put it on your neck.” He instructs.
He wants me to put it around my neck, cause it would be another sign of me accepting him as my master once again. I would be putting a leash on my neck, becoming his slave all over again.
My hands trembled as I hold onto the collar, I looked up at him then put the collar around my neck. The collar had a key, so he was able to lock it.. now I won’t be able to take off the collar, unless my master sees it fits to remove the collar, or relieve me from being his slave.
I might not have realize it, but I guess my journey of being his slave has just started. Would I accept my fate as this? Of course not.
“Now, for your other present.” He gave a toothy grin, walked over to my wardrobe and opened the down drawer, then he becokned on me to come over. I walked over to the wardrobe, and looked at what he is actually looking at.
My eyes grew so big, staring at what’s before me. Right inside the drawer, are different kind of whips, chain, handcuffs… And much more that I don’t even know their name.
“I would advice you slave, not to try and double cross me, your master. Cause if you do, I will make you pay.” He whispered huskily in my ear, his hot breathe fanning my neck.
I gasped in fear.
He walked away from the wardrobe, heading for my room door.. halfway to the door, he said without turning around… “I know you are acting like an obedient slave, so when my guard is down.. when I least expect it, you would strike, but that’s not going to happen slave. My guard is always up. You had better accept your place as my slave, the sooner the better. Don’t do anything stupid.” With that said he walked out of the room.
Fuck! How did he know my plans? Now, what am I going to do. Accept my place as his slave?