Master’s Game (Part 1)

[Lilbratkaylah]

*Be Ready.*

Two words was all it took to shake my usually cool reserve.

Master K was mad.

Scratch that.

He looked like he was debating all the ways to *** my sorry ass, the cold anger burning brightly in his eyes.

He had left me for a four-day business trip with very clear instructions to complete the self-care tasks he had sent me. These were to make sure that I, not only looked after myself while he was away, but also enabled me to mentally prepare for a big high protocol dinner he was hosting in the coming week.

*But 4-days without much attention can drive any ‘good’ brat crazy. Right?*

In my brattiness, I had failed to complete 4 of the 6 tasks he sent and had completely forgotten to attend my specialist medical appointment. The same appointment he had to reschedule twice before for me.

Hence my current predicament.

I wait naked on the bedroom floor. My body starting to cramp in its folded humble position. My shoulders aching from keeping my hands crossed neatly, stretched above my head. Ass high in the air and displaying the wretched butt plug he had instructed me to wear this morning.

Just when the dull aching starts becoming ***ful, I hear him enter the apartment.

His heavy footsteps echoing as he dropped his bags in the hallway.

My ***or is home.

I hear him let out a heavy sigh just outside the door.

*Definitely not a good sign.*

In a miserable attempt to appease him, I arch my back further and widen my legs trying desperately to show my remorse.

*CLICK*

He opens the door and walks in.

“That smart mouth of yours is really starting to annoy me. Maybe I should keep you gagged for days.” He says quietly. His voice laced, not only with anger, but deep disappointment.

I tried to stop the shiver running through me and will my aching body to keep still - moving out of position now would only make things worse. I had failed to do as he asked and, instead of apologising when he first confronted me, I had mouthed off to him.

I could feel him circle me. Even without seeing him, I can feel his disapproving gaze burning through my trembling naked frame.

“It seems that my little Trouble is forgetting *her* place” he snarled as he lifted my head ***fully by my hair and looked me dead in the eyes.

Cold merciless black pits have replaced his usually patient brown eyes.

“You see *you* belong to me and I am the one in charge. I think you need to be reminded of your place. You’ve sassed me way too many times these past few days. And despite my best efforts to be patient, you just couldn’t resist pushing those damn buttons. Could you, toy?”

“K…” SMACK!

“Try again, slut” he hissed

“Master, I’m sorry…” I whimpered out, my eyes pleading with him.

He tightened his grip on my hair, forcing me up onto my feet.

“The time for begging has long past little one. I have had a long day followed by a terrible flight. And instead of being able to enjoy my night with you, I now need to deal with your bratty ass too.” He growled as he threw me to the floor.

My knees ***fully hit the floor as I scramble to a perfect kneel. Teary eyes downcast as I have been trained to do.

*Stupid, stupid Kaylah*

Suddenly a cold grin sweeps across his face. He bends down to my level, roughly grabbing my face in his hand.

“I know **exactly** what to do with you”, he said, forcing me to look into his cold brown eyes. “I think Master needs to remind this little toy that *it* is not in control of anything.”

His grip tightens as he shakes my head - forcing me to keep my eyes on him. He growls viciously,

“Up against the wall NOW.”

He yanked me to my feet and pointed to the wall across our bed.

I whimpered as I hurriedly assume the position.

Hands crossed high above my head. My upper body pressed tightly against the cold wall. My trembling legs spread far apart and my back arched as I push my ass as far out as I can. My already aching legs protest in *** as I stretch out on my tiptoes.

The perfect punishment pose.

I struggle to keep my eyes on the floor as I hear him rummaging through the old wooden chest where he keeps his favourite toys. The occasional thumping and clanging completely unnerving me as I try my best to stay in position.

Maybe if I apologise again and promise to be better…maybe he will go easy on me…

Snapping me out of my thoughts, I feel him slip a thick leather blindfold over my eyes. He snaps the metal clasp shut as the mask tightly wraps me in complete darkness.

In the darkness, I feel him lean close. His warm breath against my ear as he whispers,

“Let’s play a little game, Trouble. It’s called Simon Says.”

His hands trail lightly down my frame, tracing along my spine until its rests just above the curve of my ass.

Despite my best efforts, a needy mewl escapes my lips and I instinctively press my ass against him.

SMACK!

His rough hand spanks my ass, causing the butt plug to be pushed further into me.

“Did I say you could move, slut!” he growled.

“sorry Master” I whimpered as the heat of his slap spreads across my ass.

“Now I know that a smart, independent brat like yourself would be familiar with this fun game. But just in case you forgot, I will repeat the rules for you.” He purrs as he sits on the bed.

“The rules of the game are quite simple. You follow everything that Simon Says. If you do not make any mistakes, then we can call it a night and no further punishment will be warranted.”

My brows knit together as I wait to see what the catch is. Having known my Master all these years, I know that there is *always* a trap to most of his sadistic games.

He stands up and I hear the belt buckle as he removes his thick leather belt.

“However, if you lose this game…well let’s just say it’s going to be a long night for you.” he says coolly as he drops the thick belt next to him on the bed.

“Do you understand, Trouble?”

I bite my lip and nod my head.

He tutted, “Now now, use your words Trouble. Do you understand the rules of the game?”

“Yes Master, I understand” I shakily respond.

He smirks, tracing a finger down the side of my neck. His grip digging into my shoulder as he softly says

“Good. Let’s start then. Simon says, turn around and kneel up slut”.

I quickly turn around and kneel on the floor. Hands clasped tightly behind my back, back straight as my body weight rests solely on my knees.

I hear his hum of approval as I feel him circle me. His hand lightly toying with my hair as he stands in front of me.

Then I feel his fingers flick at my nipples. Gently at first, teasing them…lightly brushing past them.

I bite back a moan as I hold my position. My needy slit growing wet with arousal.

SNAP!

A pair of cold bulldog clamps suddenly bite down on my aching nipples. My body lurches backwards in *** as my hands instinctively grasp at my clamped tits.

“Did Simon say you can move slut!” He growls angrily as he yanks me by my hair back into position.

Without warning, I felt the first strike of the fibreglass cane slice through the back of my thighs. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me but he kept going. Smack after smack rained down on my defenceless thighs without mercy or break.

His grip on my hair unrelenting as I struggled ***ly. My clamped nipples swaying heavily against the heavy weights.

By the tenth strike, I was balling and could barely breathe from the crying. The back of my thighs felt like they were on fire and he had made sure to hit my sit spots soundly.

He runs his finger along the welts that he ***ted across my thighs, as he said

“Now let’s try this again little one. Simon says kneel up toy”

Whimpering, I *** my aching body back into the kneeling position.

Master pulls on my nipple clamps as he threads a piece of rope through them, tying them tightly together.

Tugging firmly on the end of the rope, he says

“Simon says crawl on all fours and follow me”

I drop on all fours and crawl blindly behind Master as he leads me out of the room.

Soon the soft carpeted floor is replaced with the cold hard tiles of the bathroom.

I feel him lead me through to the shower and tie the end of the rope tight against the metal base of the shower.

The short length of the rope pulling down on the clamps, causing me to crouch down in order to relieve the biting *** from my nipples.

“What was your first task, slut” Master asks as I hear him rummage through the bathroom drawers.

*Fuck.*

“Anal training, Master” I answer.

I feel him walk closer towards me as he sticks the dildo next to me on the shower floor.

“Now what was it that you said to me last night?” He muses to himself.

“Master….i am sorry…” I whimper

Ignoring my pitiful apology, he chuckles. “Oh thats right. You said that you didn’t need to train because your hole can more than accomodate **my.tiny.useless.cock**.”

Bending down close to my face, I feel him smirk as he asks, “Isn’t that right, slut?”

Whimpering, I bite my lip and shake my head. I had forgotten about my little temper tantrum last night.

SLAP!

His hand whips me across the face as he snarls, “Use your words, slut! Was this not what you told me so sassily last night?”

“Yes Master” I squeaked out in tears. My ears ringing from the harshness of his slap. “I am so sorry…please…”

He places his fingers in my mouth, stopping me from apologizing further. I suck on his fingers as a way to not only appease him but to also self-soothe. Gently he wipes the tears from my face and pets my hair.

“Now now Trouble…don’t tell me that you are all bark last night? After all, I am *so* looking forward to breaking you in tonight…”

He pulls his fingers out and I feel them lazily trace the side of my neck, along the outline of my collarbone - wiping my spit down my chest to my ***d tits.

He tugs harshly against the rope, causing me to cry out in ***. “Now Simon Says humble position”

I scramble as I quickly assume the position …flattening my chest against the cold tiled floor…knees spread wide and ass high in the air.

He walks over and taps the base of the butt plug. He plays with it, pulling it out slightly only for my sphincter muscles to pull it back in. Once he had his fun, he gently pulls the plug out, leaving my hole slightly gaped.

He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, as he orders, “Simon Says take the dildo in that slutty asshole.”

Unable to see, I blindly feel around the shower floor until my hands touch the grooved base of the dildo’s suction pad.

*Fuck*

To add to my misery, he had chosen the largest ribbed dildo in his chest. It’s 10 inch shaft covered in nasty knobs and grooves that make inserting it ***ful even with a large amount of lube.

I hesitate slightly, wondering if he will be kind enough to pour some lube for me.

As if answering my silent thoughts, I hear Master tapping the cane against the cold tiled floor.

My heart sinks.

No. There will be no mercy provided tonight.

Bracing myself, I *** my body above the dildo. Biting back a cry of *** as the nipple clamps pull my ***d tits down towards the floor.

Squatting down, I try my hardest to pull my butt cheeks apart. Digging my nails into my soft flesh, trying desperately to stretch out my tight gape.

I take a deep breath in and trying to relax, I begin to slide the tip of the dildo into my hole. Feeling myself ***fully stretched, I continue to *** myself down the ribbed shaft - focusing on relieving the *** in my tits instead to help me relax.

Beads of sweat start forming on my forehead as I attempt to stretch my hole further. My body shaking as I struggle to maintain my balance, only half the dildo impaling my hole. It’s thicker bottom half keeping my body upright against the pull of the clamps digging into my tits.

“Master, please…” I beg as the *** becomes unbearable and I am unable to push it in further .

“Does my little toy need a little bit of help?” He asks coolly as he watches me struggling to stretch out my hole further.

I nod my head frantically , “Yes please Master”

He lazily strokes the cane as he thinks for a moment.

“I don’t know, toy” he answers, “The snarky little slut from last night was so sure of herself. So sure that she could take my cock so easily in her hole that she laughed at me and hung up the call when I kindly reminded her of her task.”

I bite my bottom lip and let out a small whimper. He was going to make me work for this little mercy.

“Please Master….Your useless fucktoy is truly very very sorry for being rude and dismissive of her Master.” I beg desperately, keeping my head down to show my subservience.

I hear him smirk and walk towards me. He begins to play with the strands of hair that have stuck to my face, wet with sweat.

“And what will this useless toy do for my assistance?” He asks, the amusement clear in his voice.

He continues to play with my hair like a cat that is playing with a trapped mouse’s tail. He has me trapped in his game and is offering me a small bit of rope - not out of mercy but out of enjoyment in seeing me hang myself further in his sadistic ***.

The *** coursing through my body cloud my thoughts as I whisper, “anything Master…”

He chuckles and bends down, pressing his mouth against my ear. He pulls lightly on my clamps and says “ What was that slut?”

“ANYTHING MASTER” I answer loudly

A wicked smile creeps over his face as his fingers trace the outline of my lips.

His hands wraps itself around my hair, tugging it so that my face lifts towards him.

Leaning close to me, he licks the side of my face, “Oh this will be *so much* fun, Trouble”

*shit*

[jo****]

Good writing kaylah. One of the best here so far. Quite autobiographical, knowing her.

But… there are gaps and errors in protocol and decorum that need to be corrected. Sloppy.

she knows how to get in touch with me, so message me for her pointers.

And keep up the general good work “trouble” (not “Trouble”).