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of the car.
As I walked towards his house, I could feel my heart fighting against my body to escape. I was
nervous, nervous about what he'd planned for me tonight, and also excited. How was it that Mr.
Hendricks was still able to do this to me, after all these months? I thought for sure that the spark would
have died down after so long, but if anything, it was even more powerful than before, a raging fire within
my being.
He was waiting for me, at the threshold of the front door of his house.
I ducked under his arm, entering the house.
“You know what I want, pet,” he said simply, and I nodded as he shut the door. Clothing fell from my
body quickly, and soon I stood naked before him. This was where I belonged.
“Turn around,” he commanded in an authoritative voice, and I obeyed immediately, exposing my back
to him. He chuckled as he brushed my blonde hair aside, flipping it over my shoulder. “You really did
whip yourself,” he murmured as he traced fingers of the link pink welts that still remained on my body
from the self-inflicted whipping a few days ago. “Good girl.”
I felt a pang of anger at his words. Did he really doubt me? Did he really think that I would lie to him
about whipping myself? But I held my tongue. It wasn't my place to challenge him. It was my place to
obey. I remained silent.
“Do you like self-punishment?” he asked, his fingers now digging into those welts, causing fresh pain
to blossom within me.
“Yes, sir,” I answered quietly. And I did like it, though it was no substitute for him doing the
whipping.
“I'll have to tell you to do more of that then, in the future. Turn around.”
I did so, and was now staring up at him again. There was that same, hungry glint in his eyes.
“Go upstairs,” he now commanded, and I obeyed, quickly making for the staircase to the side of the
door. I didn't even have a hint of what was to come.
I reflexively made for my bedroom, but when I got there, the door was locked. I turned around looking
in askance at my master. He'd just finished mounting the stairs. “Not there,” he said. “That room is off
limits to you until you return to me.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my heart dropping slightly. Did he think of these breaks as me betraying him, going
out into the world without him? I chanced to look up through a curtain of blonde hair, and saw a slight
smile play on his lips. No. This was part of the play. It had to be.
“Come here,” he ordered. I trotted quickly down the carpeted hallway, and stood by him. I didn't
enter his bedroom. I waited for him to give me permission. A thrill ran up my spine, as it always did
when he controlled me like this. I loved feeling helpless and completely in his power.
“Open the door.”
I obeyed.
I entered the darkened bedroom first, and my master followed me, a dark hulking form behind my
smaller one. If he wanted to, he could just grab me and throw me on the bed, and have my way with me.
But I could tell he wasn't in that sort of a mood tonight. His mood was more... subtle. Controlled. And I knew that his mood was a reflection of what our play would be.
He flicked on the lights, and the bedroom was suddenly flooded with a dim, warm light. It pooled on
the red walls and white carpet, illuminating everything for me to see.
Of which there wasn't much to see. No hint of what our play would be tonight.
“Go to the corner,” my master issued his first command of our play, and I sunk even further into my
slave role, reflexively touching my collar as I followed his order. I didn't know how he wanted me to
position myself, so I merely stood, facing the wall.
“Down. On your hands and knees.”
I fell to the ground immediately, my knees thudding against the soft carpet. My master chuckled at my
eagerness.
“You don't seem to have forgotten your place, in your time away from me, but I want to make certain
you understand. Put your forehead on the ground.”
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of the car.
As I walked towards his house, I could feel my heart fighting against my body to escape. I was
nervous, nervous about what he'd planned for me tonight, and also excited. How was it that Mr.
Hendricks was still able to do this to me, after all these months? I thought for sure that the spark would
have died down after so long, but if anything, it was even more powerful than before, a raging fire within
my being.
He was waiting for me, at the threshold of the front door of his house.
I ducked under his arm, entering the house.
“You know what I want, pet,” he said simply, and I nodded as he shut the door. Clothing fell from my
body quickly, and soon I stood naked before him. This was where I belonged.
“Turn around,” he commanded in an authoritative voice, and I obeyed immediately, exposing my back
to him. He chuckled as he brushed my blonde hair aside, flipping it over my shoulder. “You really did
whip yourself,” he murmured as he traced fingers of the link pink welts that still remained on my body
from the self-inflicted whipping a few days ago. “Good girl.”
I felt a pang of anger at his words. Did he really doubt me? Did he really think that I would lie to him
about whipping myself? But I held my tongue. It wasn't my place to challenge him. It was my place to
obey. I remained silent.
“Do you like self-punishment?” he asked, his fingers now digging into those welts, causing fresh pain
to blossom within me.
“Yes, sir,” I answered quietly. And I did like it, though it was no substitute for him doing the
whipping.
“I'll have to tell you to do more of that then, in the future. Turn around.”
I did so, and was now staring up at him again. There was that same, hungry glint in his eyes.
“Go upstairs,” he now commanded, and I obeyed, quickly making for the staircase to the side of the
door. I didn't even have a hint of what was to come.
I reflexively made for my bedroom, but when I got there, the door was locked. I turned around looking
in askance at my master. He'd just finished mounting the stairs. “Not there,” he said. “That room is off
limits to you until you return to me.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my heart dropping slightly. Did he think of these breaks as me betraying him, going
out into the world without him? I chanced to look up through a curtain of blonde hair, and saw a slight
smile play on his lips. No. This was part of the play. It had to be.
“Come here,” he ordered. I trotted quickly down the carpeted hallway, and stood by him. I didn't
enter his bedroom. I waited for him to give me permission. A thrill ran up my spine, as it always did
when he controlled me like this. I loved feeling helpless and completely in his power.
“Open the door.”
I obeyed.
I entered the darkened bedroom first, and my master followed me, a dark hulking form behind my
smaller one. If he wanted to, he could just grab me and throw me on the bed, and have my way with me.
But I could tell he wasn't in that sort of a mood tonight. His mood was more... subtle. Controlled. And I knew that his mood was a reflection of what our play would be.
He flicked on the lights, and the bedroom was suddenly flooded with a dim, warm light. It pooled on
the red walls and white carpet, illuminating everything for me to see.
Of which there wasn't much to see. No hint of what our play would be tonight.
“Go to the corner,” my master issued his first command of our play, and I sunk even further into my
slave role, reflexively touching my collar as I followed his order. I didn't know how he wanted me to
position myself, so I merely stood, facing the wall.
“Down. On your hands and knees.”
I fell to the ground immediately, my knees thudding against the soft carpet. My master chuckled at my
eagerness.
“You don't seem to have forgotten your place, in your time away from me, but I want to make certain
you understand. Put your forehead on the ground.”
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