I walked back to the sitting room, having a pit of anxiousness in my stomach. I stood before Ethan nervously, my fingers squeezed together.
“Slave, go over to that table and sit on it.” He instructs, i nod my head… walked over to the table and sat down on it.
“I want you to spread your legs wide for me.” I gulped nervously, i did as Ethan said. I spread my legs wide, revealing my shinning pussy to him.
“Now, I need you to touch yourself slave and I am going to watch you do that.” He grinned relaxing back into the couch.
I froze on the spot at what he said, he wants me to touch myself? He wants me to masturbate while he watch. Nope, this is the very last thing I would do.
“I’m waiting slave.” He whistled in a sing song manner.
I close my legs openly rebelling to him. I will not masturbate and allow him watch me do that.
“You wouldn’t want to get punished for disobeying your master, would you? Slave.”
I folded my hands below my chest, showing him that no matter what he does or say… I will not be spreading my legs wide for him.
He got up from the couch and angrily grabbed my hair, then he drags me all the way up the stairs into my room. Oh my god, maybe I should have just done what he asked. I wonder what punishment he is going to give to me.
Fuck! I should never have being rebellious. Now I’m afraid, so much for trying to be an obedient slave.
“I’m sorry, I will do what you ask. Please master, don’t punish me.” I yelled out in anguish.
“You being sorry wouldn’t change a thing, so you could forget about begging.” He said opening the bathroom door. Why the fuck does he need to open the bathroom door, he always punished me on the bed. Now I really do not want to know or see what kind of punishment he has installed for me.
He let go of my hair… and I quickly used that opportunity to kneel before him. I remembered what the book had said, (How to be a better a slave) the book had instructed that whenever a slave messes up, to reduce her punishment or get his/her master to forgive them.
I would first of all go on my knees, fold both my hands on my back, rub my face on my master feet, at the same time pleading with my eyes.
I did exactly as the book said, whimpering in fear… hoping he would have mercy and see just how sorry I am.
“I see you really took the reading of the book seriously. Anyway, I will forgive you this time around..” just him saying that made my inner self jumping around in joy. Then, Ethan decided it’s best to reduce my joy to nothing.
“But it doesn’t mean you won’t get punished, probably not the harsh punishment I planned out for you.. but this punishment would be a mix of pleasure and pain.” He smirked. Pleasure and pain? Is he going to use the silver spoon on my cunt again, fuck.. I might have liked it a tiny bit but I do not like the pain it comes with.
I tried pleading with him the same way the book had said again, “That can not work on me twice. Get on the bed.” He instructs adamantly, not even looking at my face.
Oh no, this rodeo is real. I stood up from the ground reluctantly, walked over to the bed and lay on it…. Waiting for further instructions from Ethan.
“I want you to close your eyes” he said walking over to my wardrobe. I would have love to take a peek at him and see what he wants to take from the wardrobe, but I do not want him getting much more angry than he already is.
I closed my eyes, my hands grabbing the bed sheet in real fear. “Don’t open your eyes.” Ethan said, spreading my legs wide. Just like Ethan instructed, I didn’t open my eyes.
But the silver spoon hitting on my cunt didn’t come, this was something else. I felt something go into my vagina, it felt like a penis….
I opened my eyes and I was right, it’s a dick carved out from wood. The wooden dick has rough edges, so when Ethan sticks it inside my cunt, the rough edges injures me.
Ethan at first slowly fucks me with the wooden dick, then he increased his pace… roughly thrusting the wooden dick in my vagina over and over again, making me scream in pains and at the same time in pleasure.
I tried holding in my moans, cause I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he is indeed right about me enjoying his painful Pleasure.
“Please stop, no don’t… Ohh fuck, this heavenly… Oh my godddddddf, argghhhhhhhh, it’s freaking painful.” I cried out in confusion, not knowing what I really wanted. The wooden dick hits my womb, awakening all my senses… I could feel my orgasm building up, my body shaking in anticipation.
“Fuck, I’m cumming master!!!.” I yelled, holding on to the bedsheet tightly.
I was about having the most amazing orgasm ever, when he said…. “Don’t you even dare think of having that orgasm, Slave. As a slave that you are, only I your Master can give you the permission to do so, and you as a slave have to seek for that permission and since you didn’t. You are not allowed to have an orgasm.”
I’m pretty sure I heard everything he said, but I’m so close to having the best orgasm in my life.. This time, it’s ten times more heavenly than when I had sex with my boyfriend’s in the past.
My whole body already feels ready for this, and so yeah… Screw Ethan, I am having this orgasm.
Without giving it a second thought, I had my orgasm. My body bucking widely, as I cum multiple times right Infront of Ethan.
I didn’t get the chance to revel in the aftermath of my heavenly orgasm, when I got yanked off the bed by my hair… I wasn’t able to see clearly where Ethan was leading me to, but I was finally able to tell… When I saw the bathtub.
“Strip!!!.” He growled.
Immediately i pulled off the nurse outfit, my whole body shaking with fear.
He turned on the tap, and then filled the bathtub with water… What is he going to do with me.
Wait, I have written a scene like this, and it has never ended well. Is he going to kill me, by submerging my head into the water. Oh no! “I’m sorry master, I promise to always asks for your permission before having an orgasm, I promise not to ever disobey you ever again.” I pleaded in fear, both my hands clasped in front of me.
“Get into the bathtub.” He said without a single emotion. Didn’t he just hear my pleas.
I reluctantly/fearfully got into the bathtub. Please lord, don’t tell me this is the very end of me.
“Sit!.”
I did as he said, and sat down in the water.
“For being a really bad slave, you are going to spend your night here, in this bathtub filled with water. And I want you to keep on reciting what your offence was. There’s a camera in the bathroom, so don’t you think I will not be watching. So I better hear you recite clearly, failure to do so.. would win you another night in here.” With that said, he left the bathroom.
This is going to be a cold night…..