I could see the tears starting in her eyes as she tested the limits of her bondage.
“Yes master, I have been trained better. I have no excuse for my behavior.”
“Correct. The proper way a good slave welcomes a man into her master’s house is to kneel before them, kiss their shoes, remove their shoes then verbally welcoming them into my home.”
“Yes master, I was wrong. Wrong slaves need to be punished”
By now, she was in full tears and shaking. I believe it was more form the fact that she failed her master then it was from fearing her punishment.
“Now, this being your first for us, it will not be much, but I feel you need to know you will be punished when you don’t do as you are trained. Remember, I own you, so I don’t want to damage you, I may hurt you, but I will never harm you”
“Yes, Master, Thank You Master, I will take what you give me.” As more tears flooded down her face. She pulled more on her cuffs, seeing that the chains were real, and they were holding her there.
Raising my arm up as I aimed for her pussy, she closed her eyes. I slapped the leather right between her thighs, right on her soft mound. She turned her head and bit into the bedsheets under her as I applied the single thud., She screamed into the fabric, raised her hips, her legs pulled as much as they could, and she twisted in her bounds.
One stroke is all I needed to fulfill the punishment. I laid the belt on the floor as I watched her cry into the sheets. Her body was starting to relax or at least not be as stiff and twisted as they just were. With a wet, warm rag, I held across her pussy and I began to kiss her. Starting with her neck and slowly down her body. As my hand held the rag to her mound, my lips found her breasts, then her nipples.
As I did, she started to lay flat, turn her head and look at me. I moved the wet cloth to her eyes. Wiping the tears away as I kissed her lips. Not as a nephew or a family kiss, this was lips to lips, open mouth, tongue finding tongue. “Thank you, Master.”
As she pulled again on her cuffs trying to wrap her hands around me.
I unchained her and we held each other. “Master, I never want to disappoint you. Never” We held each other. I kissed her forehead and held her tightly.
“Thank you, Master. I needed that. I needed to be punished”.
As I kissed her, she gave back as much as I pushed her. I moved on top and started to kiss my way back down her body. Stopping briefly at her nipples. Biting each of them
Then I ordered her to spread her legs. Her clit was sore and enlarged. I put my lips to it and kissed it. She moaned. I started to gently lick and kiss her pussy, her wet, pouty lips. My tongue started to go deep into her. I would pause in my tongue bath and let my fingers do some of the digging. “Thank You Master” was all I heard in-between her breathes. She wrapped her legs around my body, pushing me further into her.
“Please.” In low voice, she responded. “You don’t have to do this master. I deserved the punishment. I don’t deserve the pleasures.”
I ignored her pleas and continued my attention to her pussy. The enjoyment of hearing her moan, her body slither around. Even a little thrashing as I continued my fingers alternating with my tongue. Soon I heard what I was hoping for.
“Master, let your slave cum.”
“You May Cum Slave”