"Hmmm, what should I have my new slave do?" She asks herself, pausing briefly as a wicked smile plays on red her juicy lips. "MAKE ME CUM, SLAVE!" she orders. This time you compliantly answer, "Yes Mistress." You go to work on your zipper while still on you knees and begin to undo your pants before being interrupted by a harsh pain on your face as she lashes at you with her ridding crop. "NO, NOT LIKE THAT YOU IDIOTIC WHORE!!!" Her tone changes slightly, "I can see we have much work to do before I can even consider you worthy enough to even think about tasting me." You look up at her apologetically and feel another sharp sting as she strikes you again with her ridding crop. "Now lets try something you might actually be able to get right, REMOVE YOUR CLOTHS!!!" She sneers. "Yes Mistress." you reply as you remove your shirt and kick off your shoes before continuing to pull off your pants and get up to stand before her. "Stand up straight I want my slave to at least appear competent." She says as she jabs your chest with her ridding crop and begins to circle you. "Ohh, what do have we here?" She asks eying you erection at half mast, "Are you cold or just that pathetic?" She jeers before whipping your ass with the ridding crop; your cock stirs and becomes fully erect as she whips you again. She reaches into her robe, it moves slightly open as she dose, exposing the areola of one of her perfectly sculpted breasts as a result. You eye it lustfully before it once again vanishes when your mistress fishes out what she was looking for from her inner pocket: a black studded collar with a leash and a small piece of pink ribbon. "Come here slave." you obediently take a step forward as she grabs your boner with one hand and the other she tightly ties a bow with the ribbon around its base in order to keep you erect. She then goes through the labor of tightly fastening your collar and leash with a small padlock attached to the buckle. "NOW FOLLOW ME WHORE!!!" She barks as she half drags you by the collar into a stone dungeon styled room. Before you have a chance to react or say something you find your self shoved on your stomach on top of a small exam table which has a hole at the waist to allow your boner to poke through. The table is short and your chin is over the far edge giving you view of the floor as your mistress quickly tightens restrains around your ankles and wrist wrists. She stops in front of you and slowly sheds her robe exposing her flawless breasts which have become quite perky in the chill of the empty room. Then she removes her panties (still damp from earlier) showing off her neatly trimmed pussy dripping from her excitement of what is to come soon. Smiling evilly she shoves her moist panties into your open mouth, you can taste her juices on the silky fabric... This for some reason makes you even harder. Shoving her vagina in your face the cruel goddess continues to torment you. "Who do you belong to slave?” she asks. You can feel the heat radiate from her and smell the sweet aroma lofting from her slit. “You’re mine to do with as I please… All mine.” She smiles grinding the air in front of your face which at this point is driving you mad with lust. Stopping she brings her face level with yours and plucks the panties from your mouth, “Tell me slave whose property are you?” she softly inquires, “Who do you belong to?” New to and a bit angered by this concept of being owned by anyone you defiantly answer “What you think you own me or someth…?” Before you are able to finish she shoves the panties back in your mouth. “WRONG ANSWER SLAVE!!! I AM ASKING THE QUESTIONS HERE!!!” She vanishes from view and emerges again with a large wooden paddle which she uses to guide your chin up so she can peer down at your face. “Awww, is my little slave scared?” she mocks before waking around the table toward your ass. You try to apologize but to no avail as all that can be deciphered from your panty filled mouth is a muffled “mmmmhhhhhmmmmhhhhh” Your ass cheeks clench as you anticipate the coming blow…. CRACK!!!! The pain is intense as the paddle comes down on you butt the first time. SMACK!!! Again you feel the sting of her blow as she shouts “WHO DO YOU BELONG TO BITCH!!!???” You try to respond but again your speech is distorted by her sweet panties. CRACK!!! Your cheeks begin to redden as you cry out in combination of both immense pain and a sense of growing pleasure. SMACK!!! “MMMMMHHHHHMHHHHHH.” You attempt to thrash about but the restrains are too tight for you to move and she spanks you again. CRACK!!! Tears stream down your cheek from the pain… SMACK!!! You feel the ribbon restricting your dick tightens as your boner grows… CRACK!!! Again and again for another 13 times before your mistress stops and comes around to face you. Removing the panties from your mouth she yells, “WHO DO YOU BELONG TO!?” Y-y-you… I am yours, mistress…. I belong to you…” You sob out, tears still leaking from your eyes slightly. “Much better but I’m still not entirely convinced…” She replies as she surprisingly releases you from your restrains and rolling you off the table on the floor. You are roughly pulled to your knees buy the leash and collar still around your neck. “To convince me that you truly do believe that I am your mistress, I want you to beg me for more punishment. Understood?” You nod your head multiple times with a “Yes Mistress, thank you mistress.” You bend down lower groveling and kissing at her feet. At this she seems pleased. “If mistress would allow, I humbly beg of you to punish me in anyway you deem fit” You plead in sobs, both fearful and aroused by what she might have in store for you. “Anyway I deem fit huh? You might just regret those words; however I’m feeling gracious enough to where I might just grant you that whish.” She smirks as she makes her way to a wall with numerous whips, paddles, canes, ropes and what looks to be a branding iron. You cringe at the thought of being branded or worse, but she is your mistress and you are broken what she dose is completely up to her there is nothing you can or want to do about it. “Slave, come here.” You reluctantly obey. She strokes your face with her hand before tightening the pink bow which had come loose around your penis. “Good boy.” The mistress smiles, “What I want to do takes some time to prepare slave; so you are just going to have to wait for a bit.” She moves away from the wall reveling a small opening that only goes back about a foot yet is large enough for you to walk through. She pushes you back though the makeshift door, back against a wall, “Hold your hands up.” She orders. Seeing as you have no choice you do as you are told, your mistress then handcuffs you to chains dangling from the ceiling. You watch as she removes a branding iron from the wall and places it over a small fire pit in the floor; the pattern in the center of the iron is a small circle with two M’s connected at the bottom. Your fear of being branded had just been realized now all you can do is wait “Mistress?” You inquire. “What slave?” she asks semi annoyed that you disturbed her work. “If I may be so bold as to ask mistress, what is it that those M’s stand for?” She glares over and at you and replies, My initials: Mistress Megumi…” Her voice trails off for a moment as the fire ignites. “You will be forever branded as mine.” Megumi smiles. You shudder both extremely fearful of your inevitable branding and aroused at the thought of it. “Now my pet, what ever shall we do to pass the time while we wait for that iron to heat up?” she laughs as she eyes the whip hanging on the wall. |