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can’t
hear you, slut! Speak up!”
    “I’m
terribly sorry, Sir.”
    She repeats,
a little firmer and louder but still uncomfortable and unsure.
    “Get out of
that bed. Now! You don’t deserve the luxuries I give you. Get on your knees on
the floor. Stay there and think about what you’ve done until I see fit to come
back.”
    She scurries
to her feet to follow his instructions and Sam stomps out without looking over
his shoulders at her. He slams the door shut behind him with a loud bang. It
rattles. And so does Clara.
    “Oh, Marcel.
This time we’ve gone too far. This is Subs 101 stuff: never, ever get any kind
of sexual gratification without your Dom’s approval, let alone in his/her
absence. I’ve done both. He’s going to let me have it, big time! I’m so
screwed-up!”
    “I’ll find a
way to help you.”
    I try to
comfort her, but the words sound hollow even to me.
     
     
    * * * *
     
     
    Clara loses
track of time. She doesn’t know how long she’s been kneeling, naked like that,
waiting for Sam to return. It seems a million years. It could have been only five
minutes.
    She hears
the door opening and closing and somebody enters the room. Her back is turned
to the entrance and when she moves her head, Sam speaks. His voice is still
cold.
    “Don’t move
an inch. You’ve lost that right, my wicked pet. And since you’ve forgotten how
to submit to your Master, I’ll have to restrain you. Stand up. Hands behind
your back.”
    He takes his
time tying her wrists with a leather belt. He doesn’t give a damn if his rude
way of handling her is hurting Clara. The rough material bites into her flesh
and she hisses but doesn’t dare say a word.
    Sam is still
seething but he fights to control his impulses. He wants to paddle her cute
little butt hard until it bleeds but that’s not what she needs right now.
    “The
little tramp might actually enjoy that.”
    He stands in
front of her. He grabs her face with one of his huge hands and tips her head up
until their eyes meet. He sees panic lurking inside her deep green eyes. She
knows very well why he’s punishing her.
    “You’re
scared. Excellent! You’ll learn to trust me again.”
    He orders
her, as he ties a black scarf around her head. She hates being blindfolded,
trussed-up or flogged. She’s always hated that. Losing control, totally, is a
hard limit for Clara.
    “I know you
hate it when I blindfold you. Tonight, you deserve the whole treatment,
blindfold, bounds and flogging. But, being the considerate master that I am,
I’ve decided to settle for the first two. Instead of flogging you, though, I’m
going to bring you a surprise.”
    Sam watches
her closely. Clara’s uncomfortable but he ignores that. He scrapes his
fingernails slightly over her nipples and is delighted to see them jutting
upward. Her whole body tenses up. She inhales sharply and the sound is a little
broken.
    “Oh, god!
How I hate the bastard! I’m going to cut his dick off, and then kill him
slowly. Let him rot somewhere. I can’t take this! I’ll suffocate!”
    “Relax,
my darling Clara. You’ll only get into more trouble if you make him angrier.
Take a deep breath and try to calm down. I’m here for you, remember?”
    My words
seem to calm her and she keeps her murderous thoughts to herself while Sam
moves behind her, his hands knead her hot flesh. He runs his hands along her
spine, and circles her buttocks a few times; just like a sculptor who’s working
with clay to create a masterpiece. He grabs her perfect round buns with both
his hands. She crams her butt cheeks together and he slaps them hard.
    “I’ve told
you enough times already, don’t make me repeat myself: Don’t-move-an-inch .”
    He
pronounces each word, pausing for a second or two between then for emphasis, so
she knows he’s about to lose control. Her heart beats so fast it’s about to
explode.
    She takes a
series of deep breaths to steady herself, and spreads her feet further apart to
keep her