She knew she’d done it this time. Her Master would never forgive her. He had gone out of town for a few days, leaving her to her own devices. She was ok for the first few days, but she got lonely and on his last night out of town she went to the bar they liked. She’d been flirting with this cute guy at the bar, and had just turned to dance with him, when she saw her Master at the door. His icy glare pinned her where she stood. She’d quickly made her excuses and left the gentleman to go to her Master’s side.

He’d come back into town early, and went to her house to surprise her. Not finding her there he’d quickly located her at the bar. His recriminations and disappointment was nothing to hers. She was his body and soul, of her own free will. She’d signed the slavery agreement herself. He’d turned and walked away from her. She’d followed him out begging and pleading for forgiveness. He’d told her to meet him at his house first thing and morning and left.

She parked and got out of the car. She was wearing a trench coat with nothing on under it, because she knew that’s how he liked her. Soon as she rang the doorbell he answered. Her heart leaped at his handsome, beloved face. He held out his hand and she immediately took off the coat and handed it to him. He hung it on a coat rack and turned walking out of room. She followed him hurriedly knowing they were going to the playroom, but today would be no playful session.  As soon as they were in the door she dropped to her knees, kneeling before him, head down in an attitude of complete submission. She saw his feet as he stood there looking down at her.

Finally he spoke. “Do you want to be mine slave?”

Immediately she responded with, “Yes Master.”

“You didn’t show that last night Slave. You showed an utter disregard for my ownership. Do you accept the consequences of your actions slave?”

“Yes Master,” she responded at once.

“Then you will accept punishment, and work hard to earn my trust again slave?”

“Yes Master I will.”

She watched his feet as he walked across the room stopping at a door leading into the rest of the house. Opening it, she heard him talking to someone. She watched is he returned bringing someone with him.

“Look up slave.”

Looking up she looked right into the face of the man she had started to dance with the night before. Her heart thundered as she pondered what his appearance could mean.

“Slave this is my friend Katrina’s slave. He was at the bar last night looking for a playmate for his Mistress. She let me borrow him, and I’ve giving him permission to punish you for me.”

“Please Master No….”

“Do you wish to stay with me Slave?”

“Yes Master with all my heart.”

“Then take your punishment, and we’ll forget the whole thing happened.”

He turned and left leaving her with her worst nightmare. She knew as a slave herself that if given the opportunity to punish another slave she would be even harsher then her Master, and from the look on this one’s face he was of a like mind. He said not a word, just grabbed her hair and pulled her to the middle of the room, where handcuffs hung down from the ceiling and shackles were hooked to the floor. Roughly he handcuffed her, before kicking her legs far