The Slave Part One

You are on your knees, naked, with your hands clasped behind your neck. Head lowered and back to the door. This is how I will find you. It is how I always find you, and you know as my slave that I love it.
How long will you have to waite for me? Only I know the answer and you may be in this position for what seems like hours. If you move, I will know and your punishment will reflect that. I can be a harsh demanding mistress, exacting perfection frome any slave, and I have chosen you as my slave. The very thought of that makes you shudder in fear….or is it anticipation?
Faintly at first, you hear the sound of heals clicking on the tile in the long hallway that leads to this~ my chamber. You know it is me merely frome the sound of the heels on the tile, and your cock becomes hard.
The clicking stops and you hear another slave, who has been hung in the hallway just for decoration, moaning. Then the sound of a sharp slap and the moaning again. Knowing what the slave is enduring, you are almost jealous.
Once again the clicking begins and it becomes closer and closer. The closer it gets the more you tremble in desire and fear.
I have reached the chamber door and pause before entering knowing it will increase your nervousness. The doorknob is cool in my hand and I slowly open the door and step inside. In the middle of the room there you are, kneeling, waiting for me. You are easily the most beautiful of all the male slaves I have ever “owned”, but I will never tell you so. My pussy aches at the mere sight of you. Your massively wide shoulders, and a perfect body made to be whipped and teased. That it is all mine to control is a frightening thing, because I know with a word you could bring me to my knees as a slave.
Your body tenses all over when you hear the soft click of the door being shut. What plans I have for you are mine alone. You close your eyes in anticipation of my next move. the carpet is so plush you cannot hear me move. A warm soft hand touches the back of your neck and you flinch before you can stop yourself.
“Are you still frightened of me?” I ask.
“Yes, Mistress.” You reply automatically.
“And well you should be! Have you been a good slave while I was away?” I emphasized this by pinching one of your exquisite male nipples.
“Yes, Mistress. I was well behaved in your absence.” You said almost breathlessly.
“Stand up and hold onto the ring above your head. I wish to examine you!”
You stood up in a single fluid motion, grasping the metal ring that was almost too high for you to reach. There were only three things that could happen to you in this position and you knew for sure pleasure wasn’t one of them. That left the other two, punishment or watching me make love with another male slave.
This was one of my favorite things to do to you, making you watch. You had never had me and didn’t know if you ever would. It was an almost unbearable torture.
“are you ready to be whipped?” I asked you without really needing and answer. ”Spread your legs more so you won’t lose your balance.”
As you spread your legs you hear a whistling noise and then feel a burning pain on the back of your thighs. “Aahhhh” you think to yourself, “it is a riding crop.” There is slight comfort in that. It isn’t quite as painful as an actual whip.
The blows are hard and fast. Searing your skin, covering you frome shoulder to ankle with livid red welts. You write and moan, tears flowing copiously. Sweat pouring off your skin as you are getting beyond pleasure/pain and the whipping continues.
Just when you think you can no longer bear it, I stop, leaving you trembling with a mass of angry red welts and a painfully hard cock.
Automatically you kneel down and kiss the crop and my hands in a gesture of utter submission. I cannot resist playing in your hair as you do this.
“You are so much more beautiful to me this way, with these marks upon you.” I tell you in all honesty.
The tears begin anew and you turn around, showing me your broad back, now laced with welts. It is too much. I know I must let you have me. I want you in your perfection. In all things you have been beautiful and perfect, enduring even the most horrible of humiliations for me.
Turning frome you I head towards the bed, leaving you kneeling on the floor. You are sobbing ever so quietly and I know you are in deep turmoil and confusion over being whipped for no reason.
The bed is so soft and I am laying on it lost in my thoughts. Before I can think I call you to me. You rise and walk to the side of the bed and waite for my next command.
“Get on the bed and kneel facing me.” I tell you, a little unsure of what I want. It almost seems like I am a novice slave again. You make me that nervous and wanton. I look at you, kneeling there so quietly, marveling at your size and strength I know you possess. Maybe this is the wrong thing. Maybe I should let you ravish another slave before letting you have me. Your passione has been pent up for too long and you are liable to be brutal.
“Mistress is troubled?” you ask softly.
“Yes I am. I am very troubled. Though I am sure of one thing right now.”
“Yes Mistress?” you ask hoping for the impossiblity of taking a sweet female slave.
I look in your eyes, “Take me.” I spoke softly to you, but the words are clear and unmistakeable.