Another message popped up on my screen from her. “Goodnight master” it said. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She still hadn’t sent the promised photos and now she had the cheek to just disappear? That slut needs sorting, I thought to myself. She has been teasing me for too long and I had had enough. I’m usually a pretty patient master, but this little bitch was pissing me off. Inviting me round then cancelling at the last minute? Sending me photos of her ass through sheer panties so I could only just see it? Ignoring my messages? Purposefully forgetting to call me “master”? Well now she’d gone too far. She needed to pay, needed to learn a lesson. Stuck up bitch.

The little minx had already mentioned that her parents would be out this weekend. She lived 100 miles away, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Neither was the “friend” that was her excuse. Revenge was nigh. I packed a few gags, some rope and handcuffs into a bag. I also put in 2 giant vibrating dildos. I rented a hotel room near to her house, jumped into my 4×4 and set off. Reaching my hotel in the afternoon, I immediately set out on foot to find her house and check its surroundings. Once satisfied, I returned to my room and ate a meal. I needed an early night.

I got up early next morning, but I could eat nothing anticipating the day to come. She had only turned 18 a month ago, and had described her petite, 5’5 build and 30B tits in great detail. I imagined running my fingers through her long, wavy, dark brown hair and staring deeply into her hazel eyes. My dick twitched at the thought. Leaving my car at the hotel, I walked surreptitiously towards her house. Getting there, I hid underneath the bathroom window I had noticed yesterday. I could hear that the shower was on and had a vision of my slave masturbating in there. Yet another thing meriting punishment. Suddenly, a long arm reached out to open the window wider. Deep in thought, I had failed to notice the water shutting off.

Unable to wait any longer, I reached up and grasped the limb. Pulling with all my strength, I manoeuvred the girl through the window and into my lap. As she opened her mouth to scream for help, I thrust two fingers inside while I reached for the largest ball gag I had brought with. I buried this deep in her soft mouth. She struggled in my strong grip, trying with all her might to break free, but to no avail. I slapped her hard across the cheek and told the bitch to behave. Taking advantage of her surprise, I twisted her arms further behind her back and secured them with handcuffs. Slinging her helpless form over one shoulder, I took a short cut that I’d noticed earlier. Meeting no one, I came out into the car park, I opened my boot and shoved her inside. Locking the car, I went back into the hotel for an ice cold drink. She squirmed and struggled, but she could not free herself. A few hours later, I brought my bags back to the car and checked up on the slut. She was a mess – fast asleep with hair everywhere, drool covering her face and her towel lying forgotten in the corner. Her body was every bit as luscious as I had imagined; I could not wait to pound her.

Leaving her in the boot, I drove to a supermarket and purchased a tight mini-skirt and a low cut crop top that would show off her cleavage. Sluts like her didn’t need underwear, but I did purchase a pair of stilettos plus a full set of cosmetics for her. I moved into the pet aisle, knowing exactly what I wanted. Choosing carefully, I added to my basket a matching collar and leash saying “bitch” along with a pair of dog bowls. Throwing in a riding crop for good measure, I paid and went back to the car. The whore had woken up and was lying in the boot looking exhausted. I noticed she had tried to repair her dignity by replacing the wet towel – I opened the boot and snatched this away from her. Ripping it to shreds, I threw the material into a nearby bush. Handing her the bags, I told her to get dressed and tarted up. I had reserved a table at a posh restaurant nearby. She looked damn sexy in the scanty clothes, heels and makeup. However, she hadn’t put the collar on. This was intolerable, so I choked her until she went purple and then slipped on the collar. Using the leash, I made her crawl on hands and knees to the nearest tree, in plain sight of the busy main road. I used my belt to attach her to the rough tree. Her tits were rubbed raw by the gnarled bark. I proceeded to push her skirt up over her ass and beat her with the crop . When I reached 20 strokes, I swapped to the other cheek. Some swipes hit her pussy instead and she jolted and attempted to escape after each blow. Still unable to talk, I left her with stripes all over her raw red ass joined to the tree for other road users to feast their eyes on. She was a sight to behold with tears streaming down her face and dripping off her tits.

After a while, I dragged her back to the boot and drove to the restaurant. As we were a little early, I allowed the slave to talk by removing her gag. I warned her not to scream as my knife blade hovered over her left nipple. She only whimpered as a bright spot of blood formed on her previously flawless breast. Bending her over, I removed the handcuffs and lifted her skirt once more. This time, I roughly shoved three fingers deep into her cunt and another two in her asshole. Without lube, she gasped in sudden pain as my fingers entered her. I moved them around to loosen her holes up. Then, using only her juices as lubricant, I brutally shoved a dildo deep into her pussy. She squeaked in pain but this was nothing compared to the second dildo ripping her anus apart. Her face was tear stained again, but it was time for our meal. Giving her a quick smack for good measure, I pulled her skirt down and told her to straighten up.

Next chapter:
Slut wears collar to eat/drink out of bowls
The dildos vibrate all through the long meal as I’m paying
Her clothes attract plenty of hands…

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