Chapter 1

It had been a long day at work and when he got home all he wanted to do was kick back, order a pizza, and watch some TV. A nice, casual, relaxing evening to start the long-awaited weekend off. He had gotten out of his work suit and was sitting of the sofa wearing just his favorite black jeans and a white “wifebeater” t-shirt when the doorbell rang.

“Great! The pizza is here!” he said aloud to no one. He went to the door, but it wasn’t the pizza guy on the other side with his pizza.

“Hello Sir, May I come in?” It was her ... his submissive, his slut.

“Hello, slut, Come on in. What’s up? What can I do for you?”

“Well Sir, kitty has been bad and needs to be punished, and I have come to ask you to teach her a lesson ... one she won’t soon forget.”

“Kitty” was her pet name for her pussy and whenever she misbehaved (usually by having sex without permission or masturbating without permission), she blamed kitty for it. Kitty seemed to have an almost magical hold on her and whenever kitty was feeling playful or frisky, she went along with it and they both ended up in trouble.

“Okay, have a seat and we will talk about it. Are you hungry? I just ordered a pizza and it should be here any moment – I thought you were the pizza guy for a moment.”

“Thank you, Sir. Yes, I am a little hungry.”

“So what did kitty do this time to get you in trouble?”

“Well, Sir, you know I have been trying to be a good girl for you. I know the rules you have made are for my benefit to teach me patience and discipline and I do try to follow them. But kitty doesn’t like the rules, and the other day she broke the rule about having sex without your permission.”

“Tell me what happened...”

“Okay, I was at work at the bank just doing my regular routine paperwork ... as you know I work in the New Accounts department ... anyway a gentleman walked in and wanted to open a new account. He was new to the area and wanted to establish himself. He was very cute and very polite – he reminded me a lot of you; he was a real gentleman, just like you.

“Anyway, we got to talking and he asked me some questions about the area. He was very new here and didn’t know where anything was. So we talked while I set up his account and afterwards he gave me his business card with his phone number on it.

“He asked if I was single and I told him I was, so he asked me out to dinner. He said he didn’t know of any good restaurants so I could pick one. Anyway, one thing lead to another and before I knew it, kitty had me in bed with this guy!”

“I see. Well, kitty knows the rule about having sex without my permission. And she knows why the rule exists. I made this rule for her – and your – safety. There are a lot of guys and girls out there that can give you any manner of diseases and if it’s a man, possibly even get you pregnant.

“And you know as well as I that if you was to get sick or knocked up, they would bail on you so fast you’d never know they were gone until it was too late. They don’t care about you ... not like I do.

“I also made this rule because as your Master I have the responsibility for granting you any orgasms you get and I do not like to share or give up that control. You have entrusted yourself to me with your submission. You are my property and as such everything you have is mine as well. And that includes kitty. I am not the kind of Master who shares well with others. I am a possessive Master and I want what’s mine to stay that way.

“So yes, you are right. Kitty will indeed need to be punished for her disobedience. And since this just one of a long list of infractions she has done since you became my slut, she will need something to get it through to her why I have rules.”

“Yes, Sir. I agree. Kitty has disobeyed you on many occasions and she needs a good sound punishment to get her in line. Something very hard and very painful so she won’t forget you are the Master.” She fidgeted in her seat, the anticipation of what he would come up with getting her excited.

He, too, could see she was getting aroused just at the thought of being punished. He smiled to himself. He knew this was what she needed ... what she craved above all else. She was a pain slut and she got off on being hurt. The more severe the pain, the higher her orgasm took her.

He had yet to find her limit or to have her call her safeword, even though he made her tell him what it was every time they played. He wanted to make sure she remembered her safeword and if he ever did go too far, she was to call it so the session would stop instantly. He did love his slut and didn’t want to really hurt her.

“What to do about this...” He sat there thinking about what to do to make “kitty” behave. As they ate their pizza, he watched as she squirmed and fidgeted on her seat, the prospects of being punished making her pussy wet. He could smell her arousal from across the table and he wanted to build the desire in her a bit more.

He knew full well that her imagination was her worst enemy and that if he waited long enough she would be at her wits end about what he was going to do to her! He took his time eating while thinking about this situation and watching his slut get more and more heated. Soon she could hardly sit still, and he knew it was time for his decision.

“Because this is not the first time that kitty has decided to blatantly disobey me and ignore my rules, I think this calls for something more than just a mere spanking. We have tried reasoning with kitty; we have tried spanking her; and we have tried other forms of punishment. But nothing seems to work. So I think this calls for something drastic.

“Here’s what I want you to do: I want you to go home and gather your things. You are going to come stay the weekend with me so that I have some time with kitty. This is going to take awhile and I don’t want to be rushed.

“Fortunately, this is a three day weekend with Monday being a holiday. Your bank will be closed as will my office. So go home and get your makeup and bathroom things and pick one or two lingerie items that you think will please me. No need for street clothes this weekend, just the lingerie.

“I don’t know what you have in your closet, but I’m sure if kitty is such a playful thing, you can find something. If not, you will just have to remain naked all weekend! Now go get your things together and be back here quickly. We have a lot to do and I want to get started.”

“Yes, Sir. I will do as you command. I will be back as quickly as I can, I already know what I want to bring. I just hope you will find my outfits pleasing, Sir.”

She left, driving back to her place as fast as safety would allow.

While she was gone, he busied himself getting prepared for her as well. He had a guest bedroom already set up to receive overnight guests, although he pretty much figured she would be sleeping with him.

Still, it gave her someplace quiet she could rest between “sessions” and a place to put her things. He got a few things he would need for the first session ... he wanted her to spend the weekend with him because he wanted to do several things with and to her and this made her handy when he wanted to play.

For her, this was the first time he had ever asked her to stay over. Ordinarily, she came over, they played for a bit, and she went home, sore but smiling. But this was different; he wanted an extended playtime with her and the idea of having him work on her for the whole weekend nearly had her creaming her panties ... and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Not even a kiss or a handshake, yet she could feel her pulse racing and she was panting in eager anticipation!

She ran into her home and straight to her bedroom, grabbing an overnight bag from the closet. She flew through her dresser drawers picking out the things she had in mind, quickly selecting things she hoped would please him and make her sexy to him.

God this man makes me crazy! she thought to herself as she packed her things into the overnight case. She picked up one item, a sexy bra and panty set and smiling mischievously, decided that she would wear this when she went back to see him. She knew that when she went to see him for a session she wasn’t to wear any panties, so this would be just one more thing she’d get punished for! She quickly stripped out of her clothes and changed into the shelf bra and g-string panty set.

Once she was changed and had her clothes packed, she went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. Master had a certain look he liked for her and she knew exactly how to do her makeup. Master liked her to wear the heavy evening-type eye makeup with dark eyeshadow and thick mascara. He liked her lips to be red and glossy and a little more blush on her cheeks than normal. He said her makeup should make her look and feel like a porn starlet and he said it gave her a real whorish look that he loved.

He said he liked her makeup like that because once he started working on her, her makeup would always run and she looked even more like a whore, especially when she had a mouthful of his cock. Master always loved fucking her face until the tears made her face a real wreck and then rubbing his wet cock over her face to make it even more of a mess. And she loved the way she looked too, the more messed up her face was the happier they both were!

Once her makeup was put on she looked at herself in the full length mirror with a critical, exacting eye. She wanted to look perfect, good enough simply wasn’t good enough, and pretty was for jewelry and baubles. She wanted to be resplendent ... bewitching ... utterly captivating. She wanted his jaw to hit the floor when he saw her. He deserved nothing less than absolute, flawless perfection.

She glanced up at the clock on the wall; she had better get back, she didn’t want to make him wait too long. Her makeup and clothes would have to do, she only hoped he would be pleased with her looks. She threw her makeup in her small makeup case and grabbed both the overnight bag and makeup case and put them by the door.

Because she was about to leave the house wearing clothes that are best suited for wear behind a closed bedroom door, she decided to put on her full length trenchcoat to cover up her skimpy outfit and allow her to surprise him properly once she got there. She headed back to Master’s house; she had been gone longer than she would have liked and she hoped he wouldn’t be mad at her lengthy delay – well, not too mad at least!

She drove back to her Master’s home as fast as she had left it, not wanting to waste any more time. She pulled into his driveway and parked the car, getting her bags out and locking it and hurrying up the sidewalk. She rang the doorbell again and he opened the door, taking her bags and telling her to come in.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Sir ... I wanted to be perfect for you,” she said, with her head lowered and her hands to her side.

“Well let’s see.” He placed his hand under her chin and slowly raised her face to him. She looked up, her eyes darting back and forth between his, searching for an answer she wasn’t sure she wanted. He looked at her and studied her, turning her face to one side and then the other. Then he let go of her chin.

“You look beautiful, slut. Quite beautiful, indeed. I like this look very much,” he said, at last.