EXTRACT FOR
THE UNNATURAL DESIRE BUNDLE
(Kim Hardwick)

From FORBIDDEN TABOO...



"Master, I've been very, very naughty." My skin felt cold and clammy as I knelt before Master.  Even though I felt that something wasn't right with me, I had a duty to Master to report any infractions of his rules when staying at his domicile for an extended period of time.

"Define naughty, Slave."  Master was always so direct; so decisive.  No wonder I love him so.

"When preparing your espresso this morning, I spilled some sugar on the countertop and afterwards, forgot to turn off your La Pavoni.  Afterwards, I neglected to polish it, as well as check to see if the water level was at the proper height."

Master looked down on me as he turned to flush the toilet.  Sidestepping where I was, careful to avoid touching me while he washed his hands, I maintained my proper pose; my face inches from the tile floor of his bathroom, with my anus exposed for his perusal, should the need arise. As is the custom, I was naked but for my black under bra corset, black lace stockings and .black stiletto pumps.  And of course, my leash and collar.  Oh wait, I forgot about the lead weights attached to my nipple rings.  Silly me.

"Mistakes happen, slave, I can't punish you for one.  Even I have, on occasion overlooked some minor details."  He picked up my leash and passing behind me, tugged on it.

"However," he continued, heading slowly to the kitchen, my following on my hands and knees, "what I find unacceptable is your committing four infractions, one following the other.  Sloppy, very sloppy."  

 Stopping to look down at me, he continued, "This level of unacceptable behavior demands an immediate and appropriate response."

He stooped and unhooked my leash.  He continued towards the kitchen.  I knew exactly what he would do without a doubt in my mind.  He was going to inspect my violations.  

Following the protocols set down by my Master, I remained at my position, next to the refrigerator.  Absent his consent, I had no choice but to await further instructions.

I heard the sound his leather soles made as he made his way around the island range of his kitchen.  The distinctive sound of genuine leather soles on imported Italian tiles produces a tingle in me that is absent with rubber soles.  Considering what Master pays for his ostrich Testoni shoes ($5,000), the sole had better rock my world.  That's why I custom ordered the whips he uses on me from the same leather.   

"Slave, I approve of your attempts to mitigate your gross violations.  I may yet take these remedial steps into account when drawing up your punishment.  However, I may, by the same token, ignore such corrective actions and proceed with my most heinous and uncivilized scenario yet.  Remain here while I assemble your toys."  

With that he strode through the servant's entrance to the main living room.  Despite the cold Italian tiles of his custom designed kitchen, with the restaurant grade Vulcan range that manages to heat his little branding irons to the requisite heat, thanks to its 35,000 BTUs, I maintained my kneeling position.  My anticipation of the punishment was driving me crazy.  Whatever the penance, I will gladly accept it, knowing that Master loves me and whatever pain or scar results, is but a badge representing Master's love.  And to think, he described it as 'heinous' and 'uncivilized'.  My pussy is getting so wet.

"Slave, come to me.  You may walk for now."  

Standing before Him, with my hands folding in front, and my eyes averting his, I was aware that my nipples were erect.  Painfully erect.  That's what happens when you leave heavy lead weights on your nipples all day.  

"Slave, come to me and take my cock and suck it."  

"I exist only to serve you, Master."  The proper response before receiving His punishment was a Sina Qua Non with Master; his opinion that only by maintaining such traditions does one differentiate oneself from the brutes and sundry savages. 

Holding His beautiful cock in my hands, as I stroked it, reminded me of my good fortune.  In addition to a masculine Master who knew how to control my slutty nature, Master was possessed of unparalleled stamina and his cock was always hard for me.  

"Make sure you don't stain my trousers with your saliva."  

Looking up briefly at him, I bit my lower lip and continued stroking his cock.  Our eyes locked and I could tell by how wonderfully rigid he was, that the moment was right for my tongue.

"Master, may I please suck your beautiful cock with my mouth?  I have purchased a new tongue ring with the money you have set aside for my clothes."

Looking down with an increasingly glazed look to his eyes, suggesting his transition to a more advanced stage of the discipline, he said, "Yes, by all means, take my cock into your cunt and do what you were born to do."