Finally. When not serving me or I have other things going on, you will serve Jerry as he needs you. In his office or whatever and he has complete access to all three holes to use and to abuse as he wants. No questions asked. If you disobey or do not do as ordered, he will tell me, and you will be punished. Understood”
“Yes, Sir. I will keep the house clean, your office up to date and will obey Master Jerry when I am in his service.” She had it.
Now, that brings me to the detail I was dreading. Your punishment.”
“My punishment Sir?”
I walked to the bedroom and told her to lay on the bed, on her back, spread eagle. I pulled out the chains and cuffs I keep attached to the bed. Made the adjustments so she was totally immobile, then I stepped back to enjoy my work.
I stood at the foot of the bed and admired her beauty. She looked at me, she was not smiling as I reached into my drawer and brought out my leather belt. Wide, thick black leather. It has been used extensively and it shows. Its pliable, Yet firm. It hurts when it strikes the skin, just as it was intended to do.
Holding the belt over my shoulder, making sure she can see its size. I explain “I normally punish immediately after the crime. But today we had a lot going on and it fell by the side. I also know we haven’t talked about rules, old rules new rules, or punishments. That is something we need to change soon.
But there is something I figure is a normal rule for you. See, I am a little upset at how you welcomed my friend Jerry into the house. You kissed his feet. Nice welcome for an amateur slave. But you are not an amateur slave.
From what little I know about my uncle/master Bruce, I would have to guess that was not how he had you trained.”
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”