“Are you naked?”
His rich voice filled her ear as she pressed her phone hard against her head. “yes, Master” she replied, softly.
“Good. Butt plug lubed with hot cold ointment in place?”
“yes, Master” she responds again, then “it’s soo hot, Master”
He chuckles in her ear. “Yes, little one, it’s supposed to be.”
she squirms on the bed, the ache in her ass and the longing in her cunt driving her nearly over the edge.
“Master” she says with a quiver in her voice, “your cunt is leaking again.”
This time his laugh spurts out, making her smile.
“well, I guess I need to come over and fix that. No good landlord leaves his property with a leak going on, does he?”
she smiles into the phone.
She stands in the center of the room. The concrete is rough and cold beneath her bare feet. She feels her knees quivering and wants to relax her posture, and yet as she draws a breath of courage to do just that, she hears Him speak.
“Stand up, girl.”
She hears the faintest whisper of sound behind her..a footstep? a breath? and even as the thought forms in her head the ache in her ass tells her he has swung his belt and connected with her pale flesh. A sudden burst of heat, a shock of pain registers and a second blow quickly follows the first, then a flurry of them. A moan escapes her lips, her hands grasping the loop of rope that hangs above her, but which does not yet restrain her. No, her restraint is self-imposed.
“Stand up, Girl” she hears him say again, then,
“push that ass out for me” he orders, gruffly.
and she does.