My Discipline...Sofia's Story part 6

I awaken feeling fully refreshed. I don't know if I have ever felt this good in the morning. Yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life. My master wants this to work. He wants this to turn into forever. That is something I want as well, love. Commitment. Trust. Forever. That thought brings a smile to my face. I hug myself and then my mind replays the last moments before I fell asleep:

He bent down kissed me hungrily on the lips and said, "goodnight my sweet little slave, sleep well. Tomorrow we will talk about your name. We will work on assuring that you know everything that is expected of you. There are things you should know, but not today. There are things you won't know right away, but we will work it out together. When I think you are ready, I will take you into the locked room. Show you what happens there. What I do in there. What I will do to you in there. Not today my little slave, not today". As I started to drift off into sleep, my mind went over the amazing day. The joys my master and I shared. The joys I hoped to find in him forever. Then a chill ran down my spine and I shook a little. The locked room. What is in the locked room. What will my master be showing me in that room, doing to me in that room. When will I find out? What does master Jason mean when he talks of discipline. How does he exact his punishments. What does master do in that room. What comes next. What will happen next. What will he do to me? Can we have love? Will we? Can I really and totally be his every wish? What comes next?
A name. We will pick out a name together. I wish I could remember who I am and what my name is, but, that me and that name is gone. It is time for me, part two and I need a name. That seems an easy task. What I can't fathom is what the rest meant. What discipline? What goes on behind that locked door? Do I want to know? Do I? Yes. Yes I do. Why do I? Why? I'm still lost in my thoughts when Master Jason comes into my room. I startle as he touches my cheek. He smiles, "good morning, penny for your thoughts" he says. I smile back, "just remembering my homecoming, and how happy I am to be with you master". His smile widened, he bent down to kiss me on my forehead. Master Jason undid my chains and held out his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me up from the bed and into his arms. He hugged me. Hugged me. I love hugs. "well now my little slave, seems we need to decide upon a name for you. For today, I will fix breakfast. Go take your shower, and put on the clothes I have put out for you. They are scant at best, but I don't expect you to need them long anyway. When you are dressed, join me in the kitchen and we will have breakfast together and discuss your name." With that he kissed my cheek, swatted my ass, and left the room. I hurried off to brush my teeth and shower. The water felt so good. I found myself wishing we could skip breakfast and "play" in the shower instead. I was reaching for the faucet to turn the water off when I heard, "wait, the thought of you in here hot and wet was more than I could bear. Leave the water on." Master took my face in his hands and kissed me. Oh my can this man kiss. His tongue worked it's magic as his hands traveled to my breasts. He squeezed and pinched as he kissed me hard. His mouth left mine and I think I whined. Until his mouth locked on my nipple that is. He suckled me greedily taking turns torturing my nipple with his teeth. My master had me on the edge of orgasm and he hasn't even touched where I want him most. He sucks and nibbles and nips. Kneading them as he continued my this tantalizing torment. He suckled then bit down and I came, hard. I have never come without being touched or fucked before and it felt amazing. My legs start to give away and he grasp me by my ass, pulls me up and wraps my legs around his waist as he penetrates me in one wicked slam.
His huge hard dick fills me so tight. This sinfully fantastic position lets him in so deep that I feel every fabulous inch of his heat. Master Jason holds me so tightly that I am sure I will bruise, as he moves me up and down over his pulsing dick. Such utter strength. Brute force at its finest. Over and over he slams in and out. I reach down to caress his balls as he fucks me and I feel them contract as he gets closer. Harder and harder he probes and pushes til the flaming heat of his release, scorches my inside. The heat of his seed, the sound of his breathing, the taste of his kiss and I, erupted in bliss. He kept pumping through my orgasm harder, harder, oh yes. I came again screaming his name, "oh yes master, yes Master Jason, yes!"
He slid me up, higher, higher til my cunt was in his face. I held on to the shower walls as this man ate me like he was starving. My insides were on fire. He licked. He sucked. He nibbled. He tongue fucked me. He rimmed me. Drove me wild. I came three more times before he slid me down his body, kissed me and turned me around. He fingered my clit. Used my own juices to lube my ass. He kissed sucked and bit at my neck my jaw and my lips. He rubbed and pinched at my clit as he slowly finger fucked my ass. His hot breath tickled my ear as he said. "now it's time for you to take my big dick here...I know its big, but you can handle it. You are ready and I will take it slow." He lined up his head at my cunt and rubbed back and forth and tortured me with his fingers as he did. He pushed in and out a few times to get his dick nice and slippery.  He pulled out and positioned his head at my ass. He felt so huge as he slowly pushed against my ring of muscles. It hurt a little, but with him stimulating my clit the entire time it hurt so good. Master pushed a little further and he was past that spot. He probed on. Deeper. Deeper. He slid in. Out. Deeper. Harder. Riding my ass with gusto as the endless teasing of my sopping womanhood continued. It was overwhelmingly amazing. I started coming, and with every other thrust in I came again. Over and over. This man is fucking amazing. He is an animal. My animal. My master. As I begin to feel like a may pass out, my master hisses out his orgasm into my ear as he softly breathes, "fan-fucking-tastic! You will be the death of me, but what a way to go". I smiled. Sighed. I melted. He gently lowered me and we washed each other tenderly. He stepped out first. Dried off and wrapped his towel around his waist. Put his hand out to me, and pulled me in for a kiss. Master then dried my hair and my body. "I will go put the final touches on our food, Dress and join me." He then kissed my cheek and left the bathroom. I grabbed my "clothes" and laughed. Clothes. He put out a teeny weeny pair of pink thong panties, a barely there matching bra, and what I assume is a cover up for a swim suit. Although the black lace is beautiful, it is completely see through so why bother. I shall however wear whatever my master wants, so I quickly put it on. Pull my hair up into a quick bun and head to join master Jason for breakfast. Or, should I say brunch now. We kinda missed the breakfast hour.
I walked into the kitchen and sat at the counter where he had our place mats out and roses and a little box. I looked so romantic and I could not hold in my smile. I bowed my head. A tear escaped and I sighed. Master Jason came up behind me, kissed my cheek and reached up and removed the pin holding up my hair. "I like it down my dear. You have beautiful hair. Always keep it down for me". As he used his fingers adjust my locks, all I could do was smile, sigh and say, "yes Master". He used my hair to pull my head back and locked onto my lips in a hot kiss. He pulled back. Licked across each lip seductively and then gently kissed me. He picked up the box, "this is for you" he said. I took it with shaking hands. "A gift for me? I...people don't...Why" I asked as tears ran down my face. I don't know how to take a gift. I don't get gifts. People don't give me gifts, they take. They have always, only taken. I sob uncontrollably and he hugs me tight. "Why? Because I can. Because I want to. Because you are mine. Mine to control. Mine to spoil. Mine. Mine to grow to love. Mine to do anything, everything I want. And I want to give you a gift. I want you to feel special. It is a gift to mark the day you get your name. A birthday gift if you will, as today is and from this day forward be, your birthday. Happy birthday my beautiful slave. Open your gift"! I am so touched by this I can not breathe. My hand shakes as I try to open the box. Master Jason reaches up and wipes away my tears with his hankie as his eyes never leave mine. I tear at the wrapping without looking down, not wanting to break our eye contact. Our connection. As I throw the paper on the counter and open the box I rip my eyes away from his to look down. Inside was a beautiful cuff type bracelet. I slid it right onto my wrist, looked up into his eyes, while tears stung at the back of my eyes and gently kissed his on his cheek. "Thank you master. It is beautiful. I love it" and I wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug. I startled when he pulled my arms away, held me by my face and looked deep into my eyes. "You didn't look close enough my dear. I broke protocol for you today. I contacted people I was told never to contact again on your behalf. I wanted to give you a piece of yourself back. The only piece that I can. Look closer at your gift. You will find that it is engraved "Sofia". My contacts told me that this is your name. No one knows your last name, or won't say, so for now you will simply be Sofia. It is a beautiful name and I hope you would still like to use it. One day I hope to share my name with you when and if I formally collar you". I could not believe that my master had risked trouble to find out my name. What an incredible gesture. As I sobbed, I dropped to my knees, pulled the towel from my masters waist and began to lick and suck and adore his dick. I feasted on his pre-cum. Devoured every inch of his thickening dick. Master grabbed my hair and guided it. Moved me to his will. He fucked my mouth and I gobbled up every drop of his offering. No one has ever made me feel so loved and I wanted to eat him alive. I was more turned on in that moment than ever before in my wildest dreams. Master pulled me up, kissed me with fury, carefully bent me over the stool and fucked me with power. My feet lifted off the ground with each thrust. Over and over he slammed and I screamed "OH YEAH" as I came with fury. Hard. Panting. He pounded again, again, again and came with a moan. He laid across my back and breathed into my ear, "Happy Birthday"
We caught our breath and finally got to the food. Brunch was delicious and we sure had worked up a hearty appetite. We ate every bit of our fantastic nourishment as we gazed at one another. It was a beautiful amazing afternoon. It was my first birthday. Master had found out my age as well from his contacts so today I, Sofia, am 23.
Master led us into the great room and laid across the sofa. He said, "I am sorry Sofia, but I have a bit of a headache. I am going to rest my eyes for a few moments and see if that helps. I want you to curl up on the floor here beside me until I get back up." I quickly did as I was told. I rested my cheek against the hand at his side and listened to him breathe. He fell asleep and I was basking in the trust and comfort I felt. Why couldn't that just be enough. Why?
I tip toed over to the bar to have a little wine. Then a little more. I listened to Master Jason breathing and when I was sure he was still sleeping I had still more wine. Uh oh. I can feel it creeping up on me along with some mischief. I can not stand it. My curiosity is driving me crazy. What is behind that locked door? What could master be hiding in there. Curiosity won out and I slowly crept down the hallway toward "the door". I reached for the nob, tried to open the door, but of course it was locked. I crawled down, put my cheek on the floor and tried to look into the room. Just as I realized that it was too dark in there to see anything I felt a hard swat across my ass. I wobbled in my drunkenness and stumbled to the floor. "What in the hell are you doing Sofia?"  I looked up to answer and the look on his face, the anger in his eyes scared me. I started crying like a baby. "STAND" he yelled. As I stumbled to my feet, my fear grew. I tried to stand before him, but I swayed from the wine. His anger grew. You could see it in his eyes. "FOLLOW ME" he bellowed.
He led me down the hall to my room. Walked over to the chair by my window and sat down. "Come here, Sofia" I did. "Lay across my lap and do not move. Your punishment for you disobedience is about to begin. You will learn what happens when you disobey me. When you break my trust" A chill ran up my spine as I laid my body down across his legs. Master Jason grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back with one hand. Without another word he started spanking me. I have been spanked before but this felt different. I was very sorry for letting him down. I was sorry that I hurt him the first second he showed me any trust. I felt guilty and ashamed. I sobbed harder. He smacked me repeatedly. My ass was on fire. It hurt. I thought he would never stop. Then, he did. He said, "stand". I did and he stood. Master Jason removed his belt and sat back down. He spoke, "Sofia, your punishment has not ended, my hand is just tired. Lay across my legs, now." I cried even harder as I laid myself down. Sofia, you broke my trust. You have let me down. I am sure that you were curious and I may have let you slide for trying to look under the door. When and if I decide, and only then, will you go into that room. However, I am equally sure that when I told you that you are only permitted to drink when served by me. You took it upon yourself to get drunk, and that is totally unacceptable. You will never disobey me. Ever. Today you will learn this fact." With that, he began to spank me with his belt. Over and over again he spanked me. Every hand full of swats he would say a work. "Never" swat, swat, "Ever" smack, smack. "Disobey" swat, smack, "Me"
He stopped. "Sofia, you will be sore. You will be bruised. Your welts will take days to go away, but you will not have scars" "stand up". I did. "go to your bed" I did. He chained me to my bed, and walked out of the room. He left me alone. Beaten. Crying. Heart broken. Ashamed.
I hated myself for hurting him. I hated myself more for look in his eyes when he looked at me, before I left the room. I lay in my bed and wonder how long he would leave me locked up alone. I am not sure how much time passed before he entered the room. He walked over. Unchained me, and said, "use the bathroom Sofia". I got up and went into the bathroom. I looked at my self in the mirror. I was red a swollen and ugly from crying. I splashed cold water on my face and then returned to my master.
When I entered my room he was standing by the wall. there were circles attached that I had not noticed before. When I got closer I could see that they were C shaped and had been clamped onto holes in the beams. "Face the wall, Sofia" he said. Oh no...I walked over and faced the wall. He chained me to the wall so my back was to him. He blindfolded me and it got quiet. I knew he was still there because I could hear him breathe. He didn't speak and I trembled. Fear ruled me as I wondered what was next.
"Sofia...I will not go through this again. One chance. One and you have used it. Remember that!"  It got quiet again and my masters breath sped up. Suddenly, crack! He swatted me across my ass, hard. Oh no I can't take any more!! I started to beg and plead to no avail. He smacked me again and again with...a paddle of some kind. It hurt so bad. I cried. I screamed. I begged. He smacked. Smacked. Smacked. Stopped. Left. Left me blindfolded. Left me clamped to the wall. Left. His discipline is awful. I never again want to let this man down. I never want to hurt him. I will never again disobey him. His discipline may be awful, but he made his point. I have learned my lesson. I am truly sorry.
I fell asleep hanging there and my master did not return until morning. He entered my room. Unchained me and walked back out. I showered and there were no clothes out for me so I went to him naked.
He looked up at me when I entered the kitchen. The hurt was still in his eyes and it killed me. He looked away. Sat my breakfast on the counter and left the room without a word. I cried as I ate my food as I wondered how long he would be mad at me. I wondered if he would give me another chance. If he would send me away. What he would do next. I wondered what could happen in that room. I wondered why I could not stop my self from thinking about that room. I wondered if her would ever open the door. I was sure that this loss of "him" was going to kill me. Not being with him is worse than any of his other forms of discipline. I hate to be alone. I hate to be away from my master. Lost it thought, I had not noticed him walk through the room until I heard the back door open. I looked up, and rose. I started to follow him and he stopped. He turned and looked at me, paused and then said, "no Sofia, stay in the house. I need time to think" His words ripped my heart out and I wondered what he needed to think about. What he would do next. Tears plagued me again and I sobbed alone on the sofa in the great room.
For several days, my master hardly said two words to me. He gave me food, and clothes every day but not his time. Not his voice. Not his attention. I felt so alone. So sorry. So needy. I need him. His touch. His taste. His smell. His dominance. His trust. His love. Then finally he came to me. Some of the pain from my betrayal gone from his eyes. He walked up to me and gently touched my cheek. I thought, I hoped he would kiss me. He pulled back and stepped away. "Sit down Sofia". We sat on the sofa and I sat at his feet on the floor. I looked up into his eyes, with fear. Afraid of what he might say. He looked down into my eyes and said, "Sofia...when I told you I want this to work out, I meant it. Every word. I can forgive you once, but only once, I demand complete obedience. Not selective. We will start over today because I want to be with you. I want to be your master. Maybe forever. I will not tolerate another episode. You are mine. You will submit willingly, perfectly or we can never be. Tomorrow we will start your conditioning. Failure is not an option Sofia. You will obey my every wish. You are my every wish. We will put everything behind us and start again. Once. There is something I need to take care of in the room now so I will chain you in your room. Take a nap. I will be busy for a couple hours. I will be joining you for dinner tonight and I will come for you when it is ready. You will clean up and I will return you to your room. Tomorrow is a big day. Conditioning will be pleasant if you let it." He chained me. Kissed my cheek and left. He later came back for me, we had a quiet dinner together and I cleaned up. He walked me to my bed, gave me an amazing kiss and then tucked me in and left. I laid in bed thankful for the chance to start over. As I started to doze off I wondered what my conditioning would entail. What would come next. I pondered on whether or not I really wanted to know what was in that room. I decided that he would show me when he was ready and that I would put "my all" into my conditioning. I am anxious to start. I can't wait for tomorrow. What happens tomorrow? what is next? Will I enjoy my conditioning. Hmmm will I?


Part 7 of Sofia's Story
My Conditioning...coming soon