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SLAVE TO HIS MEAT HOOK
(Kim Hardwick)

"Pig, after your lesson concludes, I want you to go to my office and take ten sheets of paper and a pen.  I want you to sit down if you can, otherwise, lie on the floor and write in longhand, 100 times, the following.  I WILL BE A GOOD GIRL AND OBEY MY MASTER."  He reached down and lifted my chin, wet from my tears.

"Are we crystal?"

I sobbed out in the affirmative.  "Yes Master.  I will write long hand I WILL BE A GOOD GIRL AND OBEY MASTER 100 times."

He sighed, then grabbed my hair and lifted my face so we were eye to eye.

"You're doing this to piss me off, aren't you?  I said I WILL BE A GOOD GIRL AND OBEY MY MASTER; MY MASTER, not just MASTER."

I sobbed (I couldn't help myself; I was in so much physical pain and so humiliated that with my education and skills, I couldn't follow simple instructions.

"I'M SORRY!  I WILL WRITE THAT I WILL BE A GOOD GIRL AND OBEY MY MASTER, 100 TIMES IN LONG HAND!"  

He let go and walked over to my blind side; behind me after removing all my restraints.  I was crying nonstop now.  I knew what was coming.  He would continue destroying my ass with the flogger.  He was going to make sure I would never forget his instructions.  After the agony I've gone through and the brutal pain awaiting me, there is no fucking way I will ever disobey Marcus again.  The whipping session which had started out so hot and sexy, had somehow turned ugly and barbaric.  His strokes seemed to be guided by sadistic anger; almost as if his goal was to destroy me instead of seduce me.

"Master, please, I will never disobey you again.  Please don't whip me.  Please!"  Please Lord, let him have mercy on me.

Instead of the flogger, I felt something cold and viscous on my butt.  It still hurt.

"Pig, I have decided to end your punishment for tonight.  Frankly, your bratty behavior has given me second thoughts about your suitability as my slave.  If having you around means I have to beat the living shit out of you on a daily basis, then you aren't fucking worth it.  Right now, I'm seriously thinking of kicking you to the curb and calling it quits."

I started to cry.  I was expecting more physical pain, more agony, not an end to our affair.  His showing a cold indifference to my feelings was the last thing I thought he would show.  And it hurt far worse than any beating.

"Please Master, don't break off with me."  I continued to cry, but covered my face with his pillow, even though I knew in the morning I would have to wash the pillow cases.

He continued to rub the cream on my butt.

"This is medicated ointment; a steroid.  It will help with the pain and hopefully prevent massive blisters.  I will admit it's not easy to throw your worthless butt under the bus, but your shitty behavior is really tiring me out.  No woman is worth the headache.  Just because you work for a white shoes law firm and you went to Yale doesn't mean shit to me.  I've got more money, more degrees and more intelligence between my ears than you, a woman, will ever have.  This constant push back on your part has really jeopardized this thing we had going.  Why can't you just be a fucking lawyer during working hours and then be a woman off hours?"

"Master, please don't cut me loose.  I swear to God I'll change."  

"Change?  How are you going to change?  By quitting, and have me support you?  Don't make me laugh.  Jill, you have got to put on your big girl panty on and start acting like a real woman.  In other words, get it through your cute little blond head that I'm what counts in this relationship.  I am man which means I am your master and you are my slave.  This point isn't open to discussion; if you do have questions or doubt it, then get your fucking coat on and get the fuck out of my place."

"NO!  NO MARCUS, PLEASE, NO!  I'LL CHANGE!"  I can't recall when I've cried so hard before.  Just thinking of life without Marcus made me nauseous.  

He continued rubbing my butt with the crème, not saying anything.  The only sound in his loft was my crying.  I buried my face in his pillow, wishing I was dead.  Why was I so bitchy?  Why did I have to act like such a cunt?

"Jill, I don't want to dump you, but you are really pushing my buttons; almost as if you are testing me.  Don't you know me by now?  Don't you realize that it doesn't matter how much I care for you, I will drop you in a heartbeat if you disrespect me?"

I continued to sob, but quietly and I hated myself for my hiccupping.  

"Jill, listen to me; stop with your sobbing."  He pulled up my panty and turned me around so I was facing him.  I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face onto his chest.  He didn't push me away.

"Jill, you have to find the inner strength to overcome your odious behavior.  I really do want you to be a part of my life, but not as you are now.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"What is it that you are going to do later, after you've pulled yourself together?"

"I'm going to obey whatever order you give me."

He stroked the back of my hair, and softly kissed my forehead.

"Good girl.  Do you want to leave your punishment for tomorrow?"

I buried my face further into his muscular chest and reached up with my left hand to stroke his beautiful face.

"Yes, thank you.  I would really love to sleep."

He didn't answer and I didn't press the issue.  We sat there quiet, him stroking my hair and me, stroking his face for what seemed like hours.



He picked me up and scooted over to the center of his King sized Savoy bed; bed was almost as big as Rhode Island.  He gently removed my arms and placed them on my breasts and then pulled the Bergdorf Goodman comforter up to my chin.  He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "Good night, slave."

I reached up and held him by the back of his neck.  I kissed him back and whispered that I loved him.  He whispered back that he knew.  

I reluctantly let him go and he turned off the light to his room and closed the door.  I was alone in his bed having experienced the most traumatic and emotional roller coaster ride of my life.  One moment I hate him, the next I love him and when I thought about it, my greatest fear, a fear that paralyzed me this evening was possibility of losing him.  The way he fucks with my mind is truly sadistic and yet, I love it almost as much as I love how he fucks my pussy with his cock and destroys my butt with his whip and cane.  Closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep, I vowed that in the morning, I would show him I can be a real woman; a woman who knows her place in a man's world; a submissive cunt who wants nothing more than to be dominated by her man.