Bitched whipped

We are alone in the hotel room.

We enter together. The Master asks me to undress with my back to him. I obey. He places a black silk handkerchief over my eyes and a dog collar around my neck. He handcuffs my hands behind my back. We both knew I was his, but now it's clear.

He places a chair behind me and tells me to sit. I obey. He asks me to lift my right leg. He takes my foot and I feel him putting a stocking on me that fits perfectly on my thigh. Then he puts a shoe on me and lets me lower my foot. As I rest it on the floor, I discover it has a huge stiletto heel. He does the same with my left leg and asks me to stand up. I get up while feeling all the weight that used to rest on my feet now on my toes.

I hear the Master removing the chair. He's not in a hurry. He guides me through the room. I notice he sits down and pulls my arm to make me bend down. I place myself on his lap. He starts spanking me with his bare hand. He's not hitting me hard or soft. He's warming up his hand. Or maybe he's warming up my ass...

He stops spanking me.

"Listen, bitch... do you like it?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, Master."

"Ask me to."

"Please, Master, continue spanking me."

"It doesn't sound convincing. Ask me with more enthusiasm."

"Master, I like it when you spank me. Please, don't stop."

"It's not working. If you keep going like this, you'll leave right now the way you came in."

"Master, I'm your bitch and I'm happy when you spank me. Bitches like me love to be spanked. Bitches like me sigh for a spank. Bitches like me are lucky when a Master spanks us. Please, Master, I want you to spank me."

"That's better. Now we can really continue. Stand up."

I obey. I feel him getting up from the bed and hear a noise. He's looking for something in the luggage he brought. He comes back to me.

"Open your mouth."

"Aaaaaahhhhhh..."

He puts a ball gag on me. He's going to make me scream. I wasn't wrong before, he was warming up my ass.

He takes my arm and guides me through the room again. He pushes me forward until my chest is resting on a table. I'm standing, with my legs stretched out, unbalanced with the weight of my torso on the table and my ass totally exposed. I adjust myself as much as possible, trying to position my heels well and opening my legs 45 degrees to slightly reduce the height from which my body falls.

The Master hits the floor with the whip. The sound is clear and identifiable. The whip doesn't need as much warming up as my ass. The next hit will be mine.

The whip hits follow each other. The Master knows how to hit and doesn't hit the same spot twice. Each hit means starting the punishment again. I bite the gag hard.

The Master gets tired of hitting with the whip. My ass is burning, but I comfort myself thinking it can't get any ...