He holds her shoulders down against the bed as He climbs atop of her. As her mind races to try to figure out what will happen His hand finds her cheek with great force knocking the wind out of her, her eyes quickly fill with tears as He asks "Why does My slave have clothes on?". There is no time to answer as He pulls off her denim jeans that she wore in hopes He would like the way they make her ass look. He reaches for the night stand and grabs His pocket knife, He always seems to have it near. she holds her breath as He runs the tip over the delicate flesh of her neck a single tear falls from her eye . In His hands he holds the collar of her blouse, with one solid movement he cuts it open to reveal her chest He then grabs the center of her bra with the same type of motion it to has been cut from her. He basically shoves her from her back to her stomach tells her she knows how she should be in front of Him. she quickly raises her ass in the air and spreads her arms out against the bed her cheek pressed firmly against the bedding as He with out any warning shoves two fingers deep into her ass. she lurches forward trying to escape the pain as He grabs her hair and pulls her back to where she should be. He continues to force His way deeper into her ass as she cries out in pain. He says " A slut doesn't have the right to complain shut up you whore.'" she tries to muffle her cries into the pillow just as she thinks she is able to handle it she feels it tear against her back she isn't sure what it is but she knows with out question it hurt and hurt bad. Just then she hears the clank of the buckle as Master's belt finding its way down onto her back again she grasps at the bedding her knuckles are white as she tries to hold it in , she can't hold it in any longer and it escapes her screams out. The second she does so His belt crashes down again atop her back she can feel the pain sore through her body. His hand grabs her hair until her head is as far back as it can possibly go He says to her " I thought I told you to shut up." her eyes close to escape the look of disappointment in His eyes. At that moment he rams the rest of His fist deep inside her ass she begs Him to stop " please Master, PLEASE i can't take any more. " With those words barely out of her mouth He then rips His hand out and looks at her and says " Fine I will stop". With that He gets up off the beds and leaves the room. her mind is soaring knowing that she didn't really want Him to stop she curls into a ball and softly cries to her self cursing herself for asking Him to stop. Not even a minute goes by when she hears Him cry out from the next room " Get off that bed stop crying and lay on the floor the way you have been taught to do." she wished there were times when He didn't know her so well as she quietly slips off the bed onto the floor she feel the coolness of the hard wood against the softness of her belly she slowly stretches her arms out the her sides as her legs spread out as well. her cheek is pressed firmly to the floor as the coolness of the air teases the wetness between her legs. her back is throbbing her hair a mess. she hears the familiar sound of His chair reclining in the den. she wonders to her self how long He will make her lay there. in her mind she goes over the memories they share together. The day He took her as His own , the branding, she thinks how that moment felt as she was down in her stomach just like the way she is laying no as she thinks back her eyes close. she remembers Him out on the deck surrounded by His friends , her memories relax her to the point she softly falls asleep. she wakes to find her self still on the floor she moves to get up and realizing she is unable to . her wrists and ankles have been bound as she struggles against them she sees it.