She was told to bring with her pen and paper and white chalk. She had been very attentive to her tasks in recent weeks in an attempt to redeem herself from her lack luster behaviour in completing her assignments promptly.
When she entered the room she removed her dress as instructed to reveal her knickerless bottom and her weighty breasts contained and bulging in her new bra. He reached around her and expertly unclasped the hooks. She was always amazed at how easily he could navigate his girls' attire. He could release her body from a corset with the sure hand of a Corsetier. She loved that about him. Such strong working hands as at home in dancing with the clasps and ties of delicate fabrics as with rope and chains. His hands moved with a surety and confidence she had not ever found in any man. She was pulled from her reverie by his hand on her neck, roughly bending her down. Her naked arse faced him and she began to receive the strokes from the leather whip. The sting was phenomenal. She hated the whip. She knew the blows weren't as hard as some endure from their Boss men or women, but she was not a good pain slut. She endured it knowing that her punishment had begun. He didn't spend very long before he move to the cane, marking her arse as she counted, bracing herself for the next. Her eyes began to water, her voice wavered.
She did so, rubbing her red hot bottom and pouting just a little.
'Do you know Rule #5?'
'Yes Sir' she replied confidently. She stood naked before him. Her hands behind her back.
'Get the white chalk and your bells and come over here.'
She did as she was told promptly, pulling the nipple clamps with bells attached from their little pouch where she kept them. She walked to where he stood facing a large blank wall in the quiet room.
Her arse was still stinging from the whip and the cane.
'You say you know Rule #5.'
'Yes' and she took a sharp breath to tell him what she knew of the fifth. He silenced her before the first word left her lips.
'Yet, you have been very naughty and broken Rule #5'
'Yes Sir.' Her eyes downcast.
'Write Rule # 5 on the wall, word for word.'
Her eyes widened as they shot up to his. The wall! The wal belonged to neither Him nor her. Her mouth made quick movement to tell him she didn't know it word for word. He stopped her again.
'You told me confidently you knew Rule #5. Now write it.'
He took each nipple in turn between his fingers pinching as he placed the clamps on them. The bells on their ends rang out.
'but...i don't know it word for word...i.. know the intent of it.' The anxiety in her rose, she knew if she didn't get it right she would be punished again. But he had never required she learned the Rules word for word. He was moving the goal posts again!
'Well I know Rule #5, now write it.' He tapped the cane sharply on her thigh.
He continued to sting her with the cane while she wrote. It was hard to think. She did her best, pleading with Him to wait, wait as he pushed her with cane and word.
Your orgasms belong to me (Sir), she began. She hesitated all the while being pushed with the cane and every letter she wrote rang the bells.
You will ask permission to come. if you need to come when I am not there you will seek permission. If you don't receive permission you don't come.She knew these weren't the right words but she was confident the intent was there.
'So this is Rule #5 you think?'
The was a long pause as she wriggled and twisted, her mind turning this way and that trying to think of the best answer, the answer that would cause the least amount of pain.
'I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.' He said
'Yes' she answered in a hushed tone.
'I think we will make an amendment to the fifth. Write this.'
She wrote as he dictated. Her bells rang out and her body took the cane. He dictated each phrase slowly. Extending the time in which she received the cane.
My CUNT belongs to Sir as all my holes do. They are for His pleasure only. I have no say in how they are used. Sir will decide when and how I receive pleasure. This is NOT negotiable.The day continued to be an exercise in over indulgence. The girl was chained and roped, gagged and restrained. She was made to come for his pleasure time and again. He did not stop even when she begged him. Even when she was a puddled mess at his feet he made her come. All her holes were used time and again. She could see the ever present Rule #5 in her own hand as she was made to come almost against her will again and again. She couldn't stop it. He was in control of her orgasms. She was learning where her pleasure lay. It rested with Him. It was nowhere else. He could give it and she was learning, He could take it away. She was learning that sometimes, there is too much of a good thing.
When she left the room that day, her lesson was learned and Rule #5 remained on the wall for others to see.
|author - little (paragraph 1), Sir as dictated to little (Paragraph 2). |
Photography and edit- little, Lighting - Sir