Chapter 12

Occurring Monday, New Years Day.

The next morning I awoke to find I was free of any restraints. I mean my collar, wrist and ankle cuffs were still on, but they weren't attached to anything. I wasn't sure if I should get up or not. I didn't hear Dave anywhere.

My tongue felt better. The swelling seemed to have gone done and it felt normal again — that is, normal except for a pole speared through it. My tattoo tingled!till and my nose itched where the new stud was, but all in all, I wasn't in any real pain.

Eventually, my need to relieve myself got the better of me and I left the bed and moved toward the door, half expecting to see Dave pop around a corner at any moment and punish me for moving without his permission. As I thought of that, I was struck by how odd it was that I felt like I needed his permission just to move from my bed. This has really got to stop... somehow.

As I went toward the bathroom, I didn't see Dave anywhere upstairs. I decided to risk it and relieved myself, then took a quick shower, trying to clean yesterday's dried fluids from my body. I shaved my legs and even up between them as well. I was tired of all this, but it seemed a small thing not to get him angry.

Remembering yesterday morning's towel experience, I dried off but took the towel with me. I could always pretend I was still drying off. I walked out naked and looked around. Not seeing my brother upstairs, I went downstairs to see if he was there. I felt nervous, walking around naked and not knowing what to expect. I kept the towel ready just in case I found someone else.

Dave was nowhere around. I peeked out back and still saw no sign of him. I looked out front and noticed his car was gone. Now what? I was free for the time being, but free to do what?

If I stayed naked, should I remain downstairs or wait in my room? Did I dare get dressed? If I did and he came home and was ticked, what would happen then? If I didn't, what would happen if my mother or Mike came home and saw me naked before I had a chance to get in my room.

I decided to return to my room and wait there. The clock read 9:10 am when I got back there. I put salve on my tattoo and swabbed my piercings with disinfectant. I tried to nap, but didn't get much sleep. I tried to read, but got bored, and then I worked on my journal some.

I could call the Department of Family Services I thought. I could report him. But how could I prove anything. I couldn't prove he'd forced me to have the tattoo or the piercings. I couldn't prove he was making me walk around naked. My butt was now only faintly bruised after the spankings and whippings I'd received. They could have been caused by falling down and landing on my rear. I couldn't prove that the cuffs, or collar were his idea. And what would Mom say if I called DFS and didn't talk to her first?

They would just think I was crying wolf. And if they DID believe me and took Dave away, where would that leave me? My mother didn't care and Mike didn't like me. I'd either have no one or maybe even be put in foster care — No WAY!

I could call Rachel and warn her not to come over anymore, but she'd just think I was losing my marbles. And besides, there was some comfort in having someone else to share Dave's kinky side with.

In the end, I did nothing. I just put on more salve and antiseptic.

It was close to 12 when I heard the front door. I wondered who it was. What if it wasn't Dave? I scrambled back under the sheets so Mike or my mom wouldn't see me naked. The bedroom door opened. It was Dave. I was almost relieved.

"Well, good morning slut." he said as he ripped the sheets off me.

My face reddened in sudden shame. I had almost started to feel normal again.

"Good morning... Master." I said, trying to keep him happy.

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him. I was pissed that he would just point at the floor and expect me to come over and kneel in front of him. But what choice did I have? I got up, still naked, and started to walk over to him in the doorway.

Like a shot, he was in front of me, slapping my face, his hand first hitting me with the palm and then backhanding me with his knuckles. "I [slap] did [slap] not [slap] tell [slap] you [slap] to [slap] walk. Only walk when I tell you to or make you to, got it?"

As he hit me I backed away and I fell to my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face. It seemed like he kept making up rules as he went along. I guess that was rule ten. He stepped away from me, back to where he was and snapped his fingers again, pointing to the floor in front of him. I crawled over to him, stopping in front of him like the defeated dog I was.

"Alright," he said, his voice now tender and caring, "much better. Steph, I love you so much and I want you to do well here, and I hate hitting you, but you have to learn to do this right. Now, today we'll do some obedience training, but first things first, be a good slut and suck me off."

Feeling no more comfortable about sucking him than before, I took his cock out of his pants and started to work. What had happened to my nice, gentle brother?

His cock wasn't even hard yet when I took it out. I don't think I'd ever really seen it close up when it wasn't rock hard. Soft, it wasn't that intimidating. It was only about 3 inches long or so and maybe an inch thick. It was soft and velvety to touch. But it grew rapidly as I pulled on it with one hand while I massaged his balls through his pants. He was circumcised so there was a big bulb on the end and I bent forward and kissed it lightly on the tip.

With the touch of my lips, his cock quickly sprung out like a 7 inch iron pipe. It was hard to believe that something could be so hard and stiff, yet feel so smooth and warm. It had gotten so hot, it seemed filled with hot oil or something. As I took it into my mouth, his 2 inch thick pole really filled my mouth.

I made it all wet and sucked in as much in as I could, then kind of blew him out as my studded tongue scrapped up his shaft, making him moan in pleasure. The stud in my tongue still hurt when it was pulled on like that and I felt tears come into my eyes from the sudden pain. I kept it up while one hand massaged his balls and the other was wrapped around the base of his cock, helping to stimulate him more. The sooner I could get him to cum, the sooner it would be over.

It only took about five minutes and when he was ready to cum, he told me to stop and pulled himself out of my mouth. He told me to look him in the eyes and jerked himself until he came, pointing his cock right at my face. He squirted the first shot on my nose and mouth, the next one between my eyebrows. The third one hit my cheek and the last one landed in my hair. And I'd just taken a shower.

He wiped himself off on my other cheek and used my hair to dry off.

"First thing you have to learn today is to remember to be polite. Say thank you."

I said, "Thank you, Master." We seemed to be up to rule eleven if I was counting right.

He pulled a crop from behind his back — he must have had it stuck in his belt because I hadn't seen it before. Giving me a sharp swat on each butt cheek, he told me to always be specific. He said I should have said something like 'Thank you Master for fucking my mouth and cumming on my face and hair.'

With that, he hit me twice more.

"And you forgot to say thank you for punishing you."

"Thank you, Master for punishing my butt."

He hit me again. I couldn't help it and cried "Aaaaah!" both times.

"It's not a butt, it's an ass." he said. "Butt's a word for nice little girls and boys, not sluts. And don't say punish, describe what I punished and what I did to punish you. Can't you get anything right, you stupid cunt? Now try again."

"Thank you, Master, for whipping my ass." I said, crying now in humiliation again.

This time he massaged my 'ass' with his hand saying, "Much better my beautiful little cock-sucking slut." Once again, his voice had changed back to the "kind" Dave.

I just knelt there, naked, on my hands and knees, tears leaking from my eyes, not sure what was going on or what would be next.

"Now," he said, "you should ask to please me whenever possible. So even if I tell you to suck me off, ask me first. Say something like, "Master, may I please suck your cock."

"Yes, Master." I said, thinking we were now up to rule twelve.

He told me to kneel straight and hold my hands together behind my back with my knees apart. This would be the Normal position I should be in whenever I was not restrained, or told to be in another position. So, when he'd cmme into my room a few minutes ago, this is how I should have presented myself.

Again, I said, "Yes Master."

Then he had me put my arms behind me, my hands holding the opposite elbow, and lay down on my back with my legs spread as far as possible. This was the 'Ready' position he said. I hated this; it made me feel so exposed and vulnerable.

After he had explained what this position was for, he knelt between my widespread legs and started tickling my feet — just a little. He told me to close my eyes as his hands continued their journey up my legs, teasing my skin with gentle touches.

Dave's hands worked up my calves to my thighs. He went first to the outside of my thighs and then moved inside from the knee. The stretched tension of my legs and the vulnerable position I was displayed in, seemed to help me respond to his touches by sending shivers all through me. My pussy grew hot and wet in anticipation.

But his hands bypassed my pussy and went up my hips to my waist. He played around below my belly button, lightly pulling on the ring connected to the stud there. He teased me by dipping his hand down where my pubic hair used to be, and meandering back up again.

He bent down and kissed me on my freshly shaved pubic mound and said very huskily, "I appreciate it when you shave your cunt for me. You will be rewarded."

I kind of thought I already was. He licked up and drove his tongue around the piercing in my belly button. As his hands went to play with my breasts, his tongue wandered around my stomach. It was like he was bathing me with his saliva.

His tongue was driving me wild. I kept getting shivers all over me. My stomach muscles convulsed repeatedly as he kissed and licked his way around my abdomen. He moved up and began licking my breasts as one hand finally went to play with my pussy.

I was moaning and rocking around on the floor as the heat of my passion increased, my pussy creaming with preparatory juices. I was going crazy. Gone from my mind was any thought of calling a halt to our 'games' or telling him to stop. I just wanted to cum.

His hand and mouth switched again and his tongue began to circle my pussy, then up and played around my clit. I pushed my hips up into his mouth, trying to increase the contact. Then his tongue stabbed into my pussy hole, twirling around and lapping up my juices. He kept prolonging my orgasm, pulling out his tongue and simply licking the outside lips of my pussy. Then he'd lick my clit again, and push his tongue back inside me. After about fifteen minutes of driving me wild, he suddenly plunged as deep inside me as he could reach, leaned his head forward to push his nose against my clit, and pinched and twisted my nipples hard.

I came. I came hard. And not just once, but as he kept up his tongue lashing and nipple twisting, I came several more times.

As he finished and I lay panting on the floor, he stood up and said, "That's your reward for pleasing me with your freshly shaved cunt."

I just lay there panting, trying to recover. He went right on with his instructions.

"When I tell you to present yourself, I want you on your knees with your legs spread wide and your hands in front of you. Your head should be touching the floor. Now, present yourself slut."

My mind was somewhere in lala land. I was still trying to catch my breath and come back down to earth from my orgasm. I didn't even really hear him.

All of a sudden my freshly sensitized pussy exploded in pain as the riding crop came crashing down on it. I let out an ear-piercing scream as my arms came from behind my back to cup my pussy and my legs came together to close my lips together. I rolled on my side to try to protect myself.

But the crop found my hip as he continued to lay blow after blow on me, telling me over and over again to get into my presentation position.

I kept apologizing and pleading with him to stop. I told him I didn't know what he meant.

So he told me again, one step at a time, each punctuated with more slaps of the crop against my defenseless body. I rolled over on my stomach (slap), then got up on my knees (slap), put my arms out in front of me (slap), head on the floor (slap) and spread my legs (slap). It made me think I was facing Mecca and praying to Allah.

"You forgot to thank me for punishing you" Dave said.

I tried to make up for it but he interrupted me, saying that for being hard headed, I would get 20 slaps with the crop. But first, I had to beg him to whip me and then I had to thank him for each smack. If I didn't beg him to whip me, he'd do it anyway, but wouldn't start counting the 20 until I begged to be whipped.

With tears falling from my eyes to the floor, I begged him saying, "Please Master, please whip my ass with your crop. I'm so sorry for being bad, so please punish me with your crop. I'm sorry I was bad Master."

"Good job slut, your wish is granted. Now stay in your presentation position."

The first swat came down on my right cheek and the pain seemed to explode in my butt.

"OW! Thank you Master for whipping my ass." I said.

The second landed on my left cheek.

"OOOWWW! Thank you Master for whipping my ass."

It went on and on... first one cheek then the other. My tears puddling on the floor below me. He made sure to cover my butt all over, sometimes hitting the same spot twice. By the twelfth or thirteenth blow, I was screaming and trying to say thank you at the same time.

Finally, it was over. Dave told me to relax a few minutes. I collapsed, face down on the floor, my hands reaching behind me to massage my butt. He walked away and came back a few minutes later. I was still shaking with my sobs.

He pushed my hands away and I felt his hand on my butt as he rubbed something cool and soothing into my burning, reddened cheeks. How could someone who could give me so much pleasure one minute, turn around and in the next give me so much agony then flip again and be tender?

He pulled me to my feet and gave me a tight hug, holding me and caressing my back until my sobs subsided. After I'd calmed down, he went through my clothes and handed me a skirt and tank top, told me to put them on, clean up a little and walk downstairs to the kitchen for something to eat.