He was so near, he was so brash, he was making me crazy. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and push him to the ground and have my way with him. Fuck him till we both couldn’t move. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t make myself disobey him. Something about the way he spoke was making me do things I’d never considered. I was letting him call me slut.

“Yes sir,” I said gently looking up into those deep eyes.

“Have you ever given yourself over to someone completely Callie, given up so much of yourself that they could take away what you considered your God given writes?”

I shook my head as he pushed me toward a padded sawhorse. “I…” slap on my ass. I’d spoken. It was so foreign to not speak what I thought.

“You will learn my little slut,” my body was pressed the length of the saw horse, my breasts on either side. My wrists and ankles cuffed then attached to the wood. I found myself up on my toes, he shifted me till he was pleased with the placement and then stroked my back.

The brush he carried over from a counter surprised me as he slowly brushed out my damp hair. A pony tail then I felt him braiding my hair tightly. He pulled back my head then walked around and showed me the leather strap he’d braided in to my hair. He smiled, it made me tremble. He let the braid drop then walked back to the counter and back.

“Open your mouth slut.” I didn’t hesitate, realizing that after letting myself be so tightly restrained I best do as told. The big red ball surprised me as he shoved it in my mouth. His free hand dropped to the back of my head shoving till the ball was seated behind my teeth. Two straps y’d off, he wrapped them around my head and snap. I shifted my jaw and mewed around the rubber. “You spoke, this is the punishment. Disobey and there will always be a punishment.”

He seemed so serious, this to me was a game. I glanced around the basement and realized it was a dungeon. Oh my gawd what had I gotten myself into. What was he going to do to me? He turned, he shifted, he reached then back again he was facing me. He lifted a simple paint stir stick and lowered it to my cheek. I saw the plastic, the holes the wrapped handle. “We’ll start out with this slut. You will count each stroke. You will make a huge effort to be understood.”

I couldn’t help but look up into his eyes thinking he was insane. “Do you understand slut?” he growled when I didn’t respond.

“Yes sir,” I tried to say. “es ir,” was was more what it sounded like. I felt moisture building in my mouth and lifted my head to keep it in my mouth.

“es, ir,” I begged but he ignored me and moved out of my direct line of site. I turned the paddle dropped. I screamed into the gag forgetting every thing but the sting of my ass.