Service with a Smile

Sixty nine minutes ago, Katie, my live-in slave, got on her knees and asked for permission to go to the store and get a few things for breakfast tomorrow. With thoughts of the evening already drifting through my head, I allowed her one hour to go to the Whole Foods. Katie promised me that she'd be back, the market being less than a mile up the road (and only one traffic light if you take the back roads).

Katie knows the rules. If given permission to go somewhere, she's to go straight there and back. No stops, no detours. She's to be responsible: be back when told to be back. Go where she's been allowed to go. Get what she's supposed to get, and not what she's not. She has a cell (doesn't everyone?), which I expect her to answer when I call, or if by some freak of cell service she misses the call, to call back promptly. I also expect her to call if she's going to be as much as one second late. She knows all that. She's been my slave for three years now, and nothing has changed.

So when she comes in nine minutes late, having not answered my call nine minutes ago, she takes one glance at the disappointed, stern look on my face, and silently hangs her head. She sets the two bags on the table as quickly as she does quietly. I'd never punish Katie if there was something beyond her control that kept her from doing what she promised to do. And she knows that making some kind of excuse will just make me more disappointed in her. I expect her to be responsible for her actions, and when she misbehaves to face up to the consequences of her actions. If she had a real excuse (the last one was when she got a ticket and the officer wouldn't let her use her phone) she'd say so now. Instead she just hangs her head. After a moment, she turns her back to me and puts her hands behind her.

I cuff her hands. While bondage is a mainstay, the handcuffs are not. I use rope, ties and other things for play. The cold steel cuffs are reserved for discipline. Another reminder to Katie that she's displeased me.

Once she's cuffed, I take hold of her collar by the little lock that keeps her from removing it. She wears it almost always. Only I may remove it, and I have the only key to the lock. Holding the lock, I lead her over to a chair. Pulling it out, I sit down, and unzip her jeans. She's soon over my lap, with me pulling her pants down until the waistband is around the tops of her thighs, every last speck of her bottom bare.

I brought my small paddle. It's somewhere around the size of a huge hairbrush, all wooden. I don't have to say a word: Katie knows what she's done to displease me. I start slowly, paddling her bare cheeks firmly. I don't count the strokes. Not for this. I just keep paddling her bottom until I have both of her cheeks an angry medium bright shade of pink. Until I know they're stinging her badly, but not too badly. I want her to feel the sting, for it to make her feel the pain of my disappointment.

Once I'm satisfied with the pinkness of her cheeks, I lift her back off my knees, setting her on her knees. I nudge her chin up, making her look up at me with her moist eyes. She knows that wasn't her punishment. That was more... just to ensure she knew how disappointed I was. "Put those groceries away, and get in your corner." I tell her.

"Yes, Master." Katie says. She stays where she is while I reach down and free her hands, at least for now. Then she rises up and hurries to get the groceries put away as fast as she can. She doesn't touch her pants. Not even as they creep downwards toward her ankles. That's another rule, if I put her clothes a certain way, she may not touch them. So she shuffles around the kitchen with her pants around her ankles. Once she has everything put up, she goes straight to a corner in the living room. She puts herself in it, standing up straight, eyes forward, hands at her sides and feet together. Her toes are the only part of her to touch the wall. She stands there quietly, patiently waiting until it's convenient for me to deal with her.

I have some things to do, so I leave her stand there for about twenty minutes while I answer my email and putter around a bit. But I do peek in often, first to make sure that she hurried to her corner, and later to make sure she stayed there. Obediently. Patiently. When I'm good and ready to deal with her, I call her over to me.

She comes quickly, dropping down to her knees, putting her hands behind her, and looking up at me. Then she stays quiet.

"You've been a bad girl, slave." I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. "Suck it." No sense starting this while I'm "eager." I prefer to take my time disciplining Katie. To make sure she learns her lesson well.

She immediately opens wide and swallows my cock. She leaves her hands where they are, long since having learned that I don't want her using them. I want her to suck it. If I wanted her hands I would have said so. She sucks leisurely as I expect. I don't like it to feel rushed. If I'm going to have her do it, then I figure I'm entitled to enjoy it to it's fullest. It takes me almost ten minutes, a long time. I know by then her jaw is aching from having to stay wide open so long. She doesn't show it. I cum in her mouth, and she swallows it. As I've taught her I expect, she sucks every last drop of it, then licks me perfectly clean. When she's done, I know I won't find a drop of sticky cum left on me. She knows better.

I clip a leash to her collar. "Come." I walk towards the play room downstairs. Katie hops to her feet and shuffles fast to keep pace with me. Hands behind her the entire way.

The play room used to be two bedrooms. Long ago I took out the wall dividing them and made it one big room, with plenty of room for my toys. Katie follows me in. I lead her to one of my favorite stands, which I call the table. It looks like a small table, cozy for two, rectangular, with a leaf missing in the middle to leave an open space (except for the two rails). She's been on this stand any number of times before, so when I put her up to it, she goes ahead and spreads her feet wide putting her feet outside with the legs at her arches. I pull straps around her ankles, binding them to the table. I push her forward until her stomach is lying on the table, her smallish breasts hanging freely down where the missing leaf would be. I cuff her hands behind her head, slipping the chain of the cuffs under her collar. Another strap goes over her back, just under her arms, then under the rails and back to fasten over her spine; it holds her firmly down. Finally I gag her with a favorite of mine, a ball gag with a dog bone through the center of the ball; this lets her know it's going to be an especially rough night for her. She knows me well enough to know I wouldn't bother to gag her unless I knew she was going to get noisier than I care for.

I love her in this position. Even with her bottom showing her 36 years, I can see every bit of my petite slave. From her hanging breasts, to her exposed butt hole, to her smooth pussy lips and the dense fur beyond. Plus I can do whatever I wish, and she can't do anything but lie over the table and take it. Just the way I like her.

I start with a wooden ruler. After a long series of uncounted strokes it has her bottom bright pink and stinging her nicely again. I'll keep her bottom stinging throughout her punishment. Once her bottom is fiery, I open her pussy lips and get an eyeful of her wetness, her almost clear honey thin but clinging to every bit of her pinkness. Her swollen clit, visibly pulsing with her heartbeat. Not much question how excited this slave is this evening.

I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and slowly roll it back and forth, watching her body react. In seconds she's purring lightly. I tease it slowly, letting her arousal build gradually to the point just before she's going to cum whether I want her to or not. She knows that I expect her not to climax with out being given permission, and when she's in trouble, she knows better than to ask for anything. But her body never behaves. She has about a thousand "tells" that let me see how close to climax she is. The one I'm looking for now is where her pussy lips cover with goose flesh. When that happens, I have about thirty seconds before she starts her little climax. So when I see it, I stop and take my hand away.

Before she realizes what's happening, I have the ruler back in my hand, taking my time, swatting her nicely offered bottom bringing back the brightness to it's rose glow and letting her feel the stinging anew. Again, I don't bother to count they strokes, instead spanking her until her bottom is the perfect shade of fire.

I use a small surgical spreader, like a pair of scissors, with flat blades, pressing it into her asshole, and stretching it wide open. This I know she doesn't especially care for. She gives me a nice grunt when it goes in, and a little whimper when I open her. I use a feather, tickling around the inside rim of her hole, then a little farther up inside her. This she hates, with a capital H. Not because it hurts, but because it drives her wildly insane but offers her no hope of release. From the first feathery touch, she tries to wiggle her hips, shivering hard and moaning muted "MM!s" into her gag. Eventually, after maybe fifteen minutes or more, I get bored toying with her butt, so I stop and take the spreader away.

And the ruler comes back. Another round of spankings, the number uncounted but obviously growing less with every set, returning her bottom to the proper shade of angry pink and intense sting.

I open her pussy lips again. And now I amuse myself by tickling around her pinkness, and into her pussy with a clean feather. Watching her squirm and shiver with it's every touch. Listening as the gag mutes her desperate pleading moans to pathetic little murmurs. Watching her pussy get wetter by the second. Until finally I see the goose flesh cover her puffy lips again.

And it's time for another spanking. Still not counting the strokes, I'd bet it's only about fifteen before her bottom is glowing again. I know she's feeling it, as she whimpers lightly into the gag. This time I know her bottom is on fire, stinging her, but still not to the limits of what she can stand.

I come around to the side, and sit down on the floor, putting her boobs right at eye level. They may not be very big, on the large side of an 34A or the small side of a 34B, but the one thing I love about her breasts is her nipples. They're wide, a deep pinkish, stand out a good centimeter or so, get harder than rocks, and are so incredibly sensitive. I start with her left, the one closest to me. I clamp a hemostat at the base of the steely hard nipple, tightening it snug, but not especially tight, then take a feather, dip it's tip in ice water and tease the very tip of her nipple with it. I watch as she gasps, shivers hard, and pants little "AH!s" into her gag. After a bit, I tighten the clamp a little, pinching the nipple more. And this time I use a feather dipped in hot baby oil to tease it's tip. She squeals a loud "OH!" into her gag, then wiggles and squirms. When It looks like she getting used to it, I tighten the clamp a little more, then switch back to the chilled feather. After a few more times, I have the clamp painfully tight on her nipple to where it's now a nice bluish-purple. I do the same to her other boob. When I'm done I leave both clamps right where they are, letting her feel the squeezing pain.

And then I spank her again. I doubt I get to a dozen strokes before her bottom is bright pink again, and I can tell by the way her cheeks jiggle with her squirms that it's getting to be a bit on the painful side for her, but still not close to the limit of what she can take.

Once I'm satisfied with the rosiness of her behind, I take a fat dildo and press it into her pussy, seeing just how slowly I can stroke her with it. She squirms, but purrs loudly, with every tiny movement. I keep going, stroking her slowly until she' ready to cum again, which is taking less and less time with each tease.

And then I leave the dildo still inside her pussy, and bring out the ruler. This time I don't have to count. It's a mere eight strokes until her bottom is on fire again.

I have a string of Chinese Balls, five balls long. I press only the first ball into her butt. Then I stroke her pussy with the dildo again. I don't wait for her to be right on the edge, put stop when I see her pussy start to twitch, the tell before she's hanging over that cliff. With the toy held still, I let her have a moment to calm down, then press another ball into her. And start stroking her pussy again, just as torturously slow. When her pussy starts twitching, each little contraction pushing out a little drop of honey, I stop again. When she has her breath caught, I push the third ball into her. And repeat two more times until all five balls are in her backdoor. I takes a feather, dip it's tip in the icy slurry, and tickle around the rim of her asshole, making her cry out urgent moans into her gag as she shivers hard and squirms against her bonds. When I see that she's getting used to the icy tickles, I stop. After a moment, I start stroking her pussy again with the shaft, and pull steadily on the string, watching the balls emerge from her bottom while she wiggles urgently and whimpers into the gag,

Now it's time for another spanking. This time it takes only five decent strokes to get her bottom back to burning.

I starts with her nipples, teasing them first with the icy slurry, then tightening the clamps one more notch, knowing that it's going to hurt her, not really badly, but enough to make her grunt a tiny little whine and squirm. Then I tease them with the heated oil. I don't spend long here, moving back to her pussy to tease it with the icy feathers as well, until she's right on the edge again. As soon as I can see that she is so close to cumming, I stop and open her asshole back up, tease it, and up inside her, with an icy feather. Then a hot feather. Then an icy one to cool her off. When I'm ready, I take another icy one, freshly chilled, put it in, and leave it there while I remove the spreader. Her hole immediately closes up on the feather, a good half it's length up inside her. I pinch her clit one last time with my thumb and forefinger, and roll it as slowly as I can make my fingers move. When she starts crying moans into the gag, I take hold of the feather's shaft and slowly pull if from her bottom. Once it's out, I release her clit.

I watch her petite body for a moment, lying over that table, shivering, but not from cold. Watching as her pussy seeps her juice, which by now covers her lips and a decent portion of her thighs as well.

I let her up, but leave her hands locked to her collar. I tell her to face me. She turns, quickly getting down on her knees. "You've been a naughty little slave." I tell her. I reach down and take the clamps off of her nipples. "You are going to serve me my supper. No matter how much you want to, you will not touch that little pussy of yours. You've been too naughty for that." I clip a leash to her collar. "Come."

I walk her back upstairs to the kitchen. There I unclip her leash and double it over. "Go fetch your apron, slave."

The apron is in a drawer beside the oven. While she was out, I cooked some beef enchiladas (because I like to cook). Getting the apron out without her hands isn't an easy task. She has to kneel down, open the drawer with her teeth, then stand up and lean over to get it out with her teeth. She closes the drawer with a hip, then walks over with the apron still in her teeth. I hold out my hand and she drops it into it. The apron is lacy and frilly, a big bow behind her neck. It barely covers her breasts, and comes down about an inch past the bottom of her mound. I unlock her hands and she puts it on, tying the back strap in a big bow, just as I insist on. It leaves the entirety of her red bottom bare.

She serves the meal, playing waitress for me. Busy attending to me, she doesn't have time to eat herself. Not that I'd let her while she's in trouble anyway. She can eat after I'm through with her behind.

After supper, she clears the table, then comes and kneels down awaiting her instructions. I say nothing for a couple of minutes. "One, you were late. Two, you didn't call. That's bad girl. Rub my shoulders."

She hopes to it, with a nice "Yes, Master." A half hour later, I have her get back on her knees and give me another blow job. Then as the night starts to get late, I head for the shower. Where I have Katie wash me. And dry me. When I'm ready for bed, I have her put her hands behind her neck and tell her to keep them there. I walk her to the bathroom, and give her the customary two minutes to attend to her needs, but since I know better than to allow her near her pussy, when she done I have her stand up, lean over with her back to me to clean her pussy up.

In the bed room, I have her give me a nice long back rub again. Then another blow job.

I reach out and touch her pussy, feeling the wetness outside her lips. I pick up a short cane, maybe 18" long. "Face me, slave." I tell her. "You've been too naughty today... masturbate, but don't you dare like it."

"Yes, Master." Katie says. She spreads her legs wide, as she knows I demand, then starts rubbing her clit slowly, allowing only the tips of two fingers to touch it. In a few seconds she's moaning soft purrs, growing more urgent with every rub. Then her hips wiggle. And I swat her stinging bottom firmly with the little stick, getting a little yelp from Katie. "I told you not to like it!"

Seven painful swats later, I watch the honey drip from her slit. I know she's so close to cumming it's driving her insane. But I wait a little longer, until I see the goose flesh and know if she doesn't, she'll just end up getting in trouble. "You may cum, slave. Just don't be a total slut and like it."

She grits her teeth hard, then stops holding back. She cums, letting go a loud moan and shuddering hard as she does.

"You are such a slut!" I scold her. "Hold your hands out." I lock her wrists back in a pair of handcuffs, then lock their chain to her collar, leaving her hands in front of her so she can use them, if not easily, should I want some service from her, while preventing her from getting them to her pussy, which I know would like another orgasm or two. On my instructions, she turns off the lights and curls up on the floor at the foot of the bed for the night.