My First Story

[nikisub]

As she drove home, Helen pondered what she would do for a whole afternoon on her own. There was washing that needed doing, but she rarely got time to herself these days. Maybe she would watch ol' Mr Kyle berate strangers and then have a browse online at some of her spanking profiles that she had neglected recently. As she pulled into the driveway, she noticed the curtains in the front room were drawn. How odd! She was normally quite thorough with these things, but she couldn't actually recall opening them in the morning. Nevermind, good thing she was home early.

As she walked in the door, she remembered she had some pizza from the night before that she could heat up. She smiled and, once the door was closed, started humming happily to herself. She walked into the living room to go an open the curtain, but she froze, the note stuck in her throat as if she had actually swallowed it.

Sat in the chair, in front of the window, was her Master. He sat there in his black suit and purple metallic shirt. The collar was undone at the top and his tie was folded over the back of the chair. Her first thought, after the initial panic, was where he had parked the car. She looked dumbly at the front door, as if she could see through it. What a stupid thought to think, considering the circumstances. Her next thought was panic. She stared at the tall frame of her Master, that spilled out of the high backed chair. "Erm...hi...erm...what are you doing here." She cringed as she heard herself. "Excuse me, girl", his voice calm but icy. Even after three years together, his words made her shiver. "Sir...what....why are you home so early, Sir?" This time she was practically shouting and no better than the first attempt. She lowered her eyes, the colour rising to her cheeks.

He ignored her inane questioning. He gestured to the middle of the room and she clumsily scrambled into it. "Strip, girl". She looked up, about to ask if she should leave her underwear on, but she knew this was stalling and having caught the eye of her Master she decided not to. She hated this part. Baring every inch of her body in broad daylight and out of the privacy of their room was embarrassing. She slowly removed her shoes and socks, then her skirt. She folded the skirt and placed it next to the fireplace. Her master uttered a small laugh and she felt the blood rush to her face once again. She stood there in her tight white tshirt, and pink cotton panties. Already she felt vulnerable. She actually felt his eyes on her. She slowly lifted up her tshirt, and folded it also, placing it with the skirt. She reached behind and unclasped her bra, but kept her hands on it, holding it up. She didn’t want to let it go. She breathed in deeply, and released the bra, her white breasts cascading out of it. She became aware her nipples were tight and hard. She released the bra onto the floor and tried to cross her arms over her breasts, trying to soften her nipples before her Master saw. She looked up and he was staring right at them. He had seen. He was making it known to her. She looked down at her panties and looked back at her Master. "Please Sir?". He reached to his waist and began undoing his belt. She whimpered quietly, removing her arms from covering her modesty, and swiftly removed her panties. She stood there naked, humiliated and vulnerable. She looked up at her Master, who was scanning every inch of her body, but his expression was frozen, not giving anything away. Her arms hung limp at her sides which felt wrong. She put them behind her back, then in front of her body, but again it didn't feel right. She slowly raised her hands to her head and relaxed slightly. This position pulled in her tummy and lifted her breasts, so she felt less self conscious. Her Master beckoned her to his chair. He had, by now, removed his belt, and was holding it in his right hand. She walked over and stopped in front of him, now avoiding his gaze. He put his booted feet in between her ankles and pulled them apart. She was now standing with her feet about 2 feet apart…although it felt much more. He ran his belt down her tummy, over her groin, along her slit. She gasped and the cold belt buckle grazed her exposed clit. She felt the blood rush into her cunt...swelling it up and making her very wet. His left hand grabbed her thigh, grasping a whole handful of flesh and squeezing. She winced but her tummy tightened. She wasn't in trouble, she knew this now, for she had not received an immediate beating. He cas caressing her, touching her, stimulating her flesh as well as her mind. She knew her Master wanted to use his slut that he had trained for so long. She smiled.

The Master stood, running his left hand up her side, over her chest, pulling hard on her left breast. In his right hand he held the edge of the belt along her slit and pulled it up hard. She felt a dull pain sear through her groin. His left hand then ran up the side of her neck and he grabbed her throat hard, pulling her up on to her tiptoes. He pulled the belt tighter against her clit.
Her face was now close to his. She looked into his eyes and she felt her mind relax, she knew this was where she needed to be.

He stood there, his slut's face looking up at him adoringly. What a good job he had done with her. He had taken her from a wilful little girl, to being a slave he was proud to own. He gripped her throat harder, smiling as her adoring little face began to turn red. He leant down and whispered into her ear, "Not....a....word, girl". She looked startled, but nodded. His teeth teased her ear and she shivered. He ran his mouth down the side of her neck, his tongue flicking over it. He felt her succumb to another shiver. His mouth stopped at the nape of her neck, then without warning he sank his teeth in.

She cried out, almost uttering his name, but she stopped herself. She felt her body sink into him, she enjoyed the pain. It reminded her how much her body was controlled by her Master.

As he relaxed his mouth, his felt his slut slump into his hands. He loved when she had reached her sub space, it meant he had full control of her. It highlighted his power over her and it was what he had waited so long to find. He knelt his little slut onto the chair from which he had been sitting. Attached to the back of the chair was a pair of cuffs and he fastened her hands in. He pulled her sturdy leather collar out of his pocket and fastened it around her neck. He heard her groan softly, he knew how much she liked the leather collar. He then looped his tie that had been on the back of the chair, and tied it through the bolt where the cuffs were connected. He pulled it tight so her body was stretched out across the chair. He ran his hands over her back and buttocks. He slid his hands in between her knees and prised them out even further. He needed the tender white flesh of her inner thighs exposed and at his mercy. He stood back admiring the blank canvas that he had to work with over the course of the afternoon. He raised his arm and bought the doubled up belt crashing down on her upturned rump.

She yelped, trying to yank herself up, but the restraints held her in place. The first blow was hard. Harder than usual. But she felt a thrill. She knew her Master was pleased for he ran a hand over the strike site. She arched her back, inviting the next blow.

He smiled to see his slut's ass being lifted even further up. He welcomed the invitation and reigned down a series of blows across her cheeks. She remained still, moaning into the back of the chair. He stroked her buttocks, running his hands in between her legs, stroking her inner thigh. "Hope you're ready, slut. Arch that back more and stay very still." He watched her, without hesitation arch her back as far as it would go. He stood back and saw her slit was oozing wetness. He pulled back his arm and thudded the belt against her thighs. She tensed up, but barely uttered a single noise. Again he aimed the belt for the most tender part of her leg. Once again she remained still. He proceeded to aim another half dozen in the same spots. After the sixth he stopped, and she let out a huge sigh, as if she had been holding her breath. But he gave her no time to relax. He was enjoying marking his slut's body too much. He whipped her buttocks, thighs and legs. He aimed a few blows at her feet. He stretched out the belt and reigned the single layer belt over her back. Now she was wriggling and he laughed. He went over and said into to ear, but not whispered...I told you to stay still." She whimpered that cute little whimper that turned him on so much. He reached over and released one of her hands from the cuffs. He spun her around and reattached her hand. She was still kneeling on the chair...but now her chest, stomach and cunt were fully exposed. He walked over to her pile of discarded clothing and picked up her panties. He balled them up and put them into her mouth. He refolded the belt and stroked it along her chest and abdomen. Then he raised it, looking into her widened eyes, and bought it down hard across her stomach. The next blow was aimed at her heaving breasts and he saw her eyes moisten. The third blow he drew upwards right against her clit. She groaned through the panties. He proceeded to stripe her chest and stomach with the belt, with occasional blows directed between her legs. Then he stopped. He smiled at his obedient slut. The tears were rolling down her face and onto her bruised breasts, but her face relaxed. She gazed lovingly into his face. He walked over and pulled the panties out of her mouth. He leaned in, his warm breath like blasts of icy air against her tear stained cheeks. He whispered "good slut" into her ear, then, moving his head around to her face, he grasped his slut's throat, pushing her head back. Then he kissed his slut deeply, pushing his tongue down her opened throat. He pressed his body against hers, running his hand over her welted flesh. He explored her mouth with his tongue and leaned his face right into hers. She started to struggle for air, but he kept her still. He bought one leg up in between her knees and against her swollen, sore clit. She moaned with pleasure. Then she started struggling, involuntarily, for air. Finally he released her, and, after decuffing her hands and neck, he used his tie to guide her into her knees.

He looked down at his little slut. How beautiful her face looked. He lay back his head, relaxed his grip on the tie and reaped the rewards of his hard training.

[expertspankeruk]

You are a gifted writer and your first Story is wonderful. Please write some more soon (=!=)

[nikisub]

Thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing it.