Looking at the mirror you notice that your ass is an unsightly bright, almost neon pink. It came from the whipping that Yuri just gave you. Your panties are soaked from the multiple orgasms you recieved from his ministrations.

    "Look at you, filthy slut. Go take a shower and put some fucking clothes on," Yuri spat your way.

     The words hurt, yet the humiliation you feel makes your cheeks burn and your body hot. Four months ago those word would have angered you, training with Yuri changed that. Sadomasochism and bondage used to boggle your mind, who can someone get off on pain? You now, apparently.

    "Yes, Master." You say, heading off to the bathroom. Turning on the water, you have to make sure the temperature isn't hot enough to burn you. When the tub is finally full you step in sinking in to the wonderfully warm water, letting it sooth your damaged flesh. After sitting for a few minutes, Yuri calls you, and you hurry to your feet, almost breaking your neck to get out of the tub.

"Hurry up now, pet."

"Sorry Master, here I am"

"Take that towel off." He demanded.

"Yes sir." You peel the covering off slowly, wanting to reveal every inch as a show for your master.

When you first saw Yuri a year ago, you thought he was beautiful, this tall, elegant young man with long, curly black hair and startling blue eyes.You were almost afraid to step towards him but seeing a glint of attraction in his eye spurred a momentary confidence that made you say hello. He responded in kind and after that things moved forward from there. You went out on a few dates, and after the third you  had sex, the first time was great for you but way too vanilla for the likes of Yuri and he let you know. 

He told you that he was into Bondage and Domination and it was an important part of his sex life, which to him is a pretty big part of a relationship. You wanted to make him happy so you decided to let him train you. Yuri started slowly, to make sure you could handle what he expected of what he called his "pets".

After being afraid for three days for you to decided to train with him, he means so much to you so you felt you should at least try. You both abstained from intercourse for a week with him touching and teasing you at random intervals throughout each day. You almost masturbated just to stay sane but by then you had one more day so you waited for him. You let him blindfold you and do whatever he wanted which ended differently not what you thought. Compeletly blind to the world he moved his hands around your body slowly, raking his nails lightly from your back to your thighs. He fondled your breasts gently, at first and gave them a hard squeeze that made you gasp. He licked you from head to toe, the slow, languid motions made you crazy. When you made a move to touch him, he slapped you on the ass or thigh, reminding you that this was not allowed. He gave you head, and stopped seconds short of a mind numbing, body wrackig climax.

 When you felt his body weight leave the bed you started to touch yourself, to relieve the tension he left you writhing with. You heard him exhale loudly and his footfalls as he moved towards you. In what felt like a nanosecond, you were bent over his lap.

"You. Cum. When. I. Tell. You. To." He said with his hand flying towards your ass at every word. These were not the playful love taps administered a few minutes ago.

"Ow! ok, ok I'm sorry, really. I just need a release."

"No. You need what I give you, what I allow you to have. You want a release but it won't be had until I tell you to."

"Alright, Yuri, I-ahh!"

"You call me Master, Yuri is your boyfriend, your lover. I am your owner."

"Ye-yes, Master, I apologise"

"Alright then, I accept your apology." He then took the blinfold off of you, the room's color were suddenly and extremely vibrant. He gave you a back rub moving in slow circles.

He walked over to the desk, pulled out the chair and pushed it aside. “Minx?”

Feeling surprisingly weary considering how little physical activity you’d actually done, you crawled over to him. He said nothing when you reached him, but looked down expectantly until you got unsteadily to your feet.

“Good,” your master said, and with his hands, he moved you into the position he desired, leaning over the desk, with your legs slightly spread. “You just wait like that, until I'm ready for you.”

He moved away, assumingly to retrieve something.

“Yes, sir,” You said. You hoped he wouldn’t take too long to do whatever set up he had in mind… it wasn’t really the best position for standing.

You watched him walking towards the dresser, moving slowly, seductively, until he looked back at you over the edge of his glasses.

“That isn’t where I left your head pointing, is it?” he asked.

“No, sir,” you said to the wall, after whipping your head back into what you hoped was the position he’d put it in.

You heard the sound of metal studs sliding along the top of the dresser as Yuri drew a paddle across its wooden surface.

"You-you're going to spank me again, Master?"

“Of course,” he said. “Unless think you should do it yourself?”

"Did I do something wrong? Are you angry with me?"

"No, my pet, anger is the worst reason to touch someone, I'm doing this because I can, because you deserve it."

"What did I do to deser-", your line of thought was suddenly broken by the impact of studded leather against your bare ass. you yipped in surprise and jumped, then quickly composed yourself back into the position you’d been put in. Yuri wasn’t paying attention to you, though.

“Night’s far from over,” he said to you. “And I’m done talking.”

You expected him to punctuate this with another stroke, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned over behind you, pressing his body against me, and whispered in your ear.

"Remember what I told you."                        

He whacked you again, hard, on the split between your cheeks. You bit your lip. He was using the studded side, and going for pain.

“Listen,” he said, and did it again. “Do you hear that sound, Minx? Leather and metal on soft flesh."         

“It’s a good sound, isn’t it?” He asked, giving you a third stroke. You whimpered and again bit your lip.

“And so’s that. I'm in charge, Minx. Do you want me to stop?”                              

  “I…. no,” you said, your voice suddenly hoarse and choked with emotion.

“No. Keep going.”         

  “You sure you don't want me to stop?” Yuri asked you.                                            

“No… no, sir,” you said, and the strap whooshed through the air and hit you again.              You felt certain that Yuri hadn’t been holding back the times he’d let you have the studded side before, but now he had to be winding up and swinging it like a battleaxe.... bringing a lot more force to bear than he could manage when he was building up a rhythm.                                       

“Beg,” He said, his voice as sharp and brutal as the paddle. “Beg for another.”                  

“Please,” you said, surprising yourself. Your voice quavered with more than pain, pleasure or anticipation. You weren’t sure how one was supposed to beg for a paddling. “Please, spank me again.”

“You need practice,” He said, and the paddle’s studs bit into your ass, the cold metal leaving behind burning spots. “Beg again.”         

“Please,” you said, with real desperation as you had no clue what else to say. “Please… sir… let me have another… please.”                             

“Why?” he said                                   

“I… I want it,” you said.                       

"You aren’t here for your petty little desires,” Yuri told you, in a tone unlike his usual strong, but comforting voice, it was so much harsher.                                        

“Give me a better reason"                         

“I need it!” You said. “I deserve it!”     

“Better,” Yuri said, and you seemed to feel the paddle striking your unprotected flesh before you heard the swish and crack. “Say thank you.”    

"Thank you, sir.”                                 

“I think I'll switch it up a bit,” Yuri said, laying the paddle on the desk. He then stood behind you, and you felt his dick–firm again, if not rock hard–brush against you from side to side. For a moment, just a moment, You were a bit afraid he was going to go for something else. And then when you felt his hands on your hips you were sure that he would.

“Bend over more,” he said tersely, pulling you back away from the desk until your arms and upper body were stretched out almost horizontally. He gave you a soft tap and you almost thought he was done. Yuri then grunted, and spanked you with his hand, with more force. He let his hand linger, cupping your bare skin. You could feel the greater roughness of his fingers, and you moaned with appreciation, wriggling against his touch.                  

“Quiet, slut,” he said, letting go and slapping you across the ass. Again you bit your lip. “You’re here for my pleasure, not yours.”                     

You closed your eyes. The words… that voice… had an oddly mesmerizing effect on you.

I'm here for him. How does that make me feel so good?                   

His hand struck you again, and you sucked your lips in against your teeth to keep quiet. A weird, intense  pleasure rose within you, not unlike the usual spark that goes through you when a lover  turned his attention to your backside presented itself. As Yuri applied his greater strength with stroke after stroke of his bare hand against the left side of your ass, you felt something like an ember beginning to glow brighter, though it didn’t flare up and catch fire.                    

“Mine,” Yuri said, spanking you again, harder… more roughly. “Your ass is mine.”                        

His.                                         

“Mine,” he said again.                             

You did your best to keep quiet and keep still, but it was harder and harder as the spanking continued to grow in confidence and strength. Each time, he repeated that word, “Mine!”                        

You understood he meant his to take, his to use,  his to own, and it filled you with, pride? Pleasure? Something more like relief, you thought.... joyous relief.  Yuri was the man, you were just a woman. were there to serve his needs. That was all. That was all.                                

He hit you hard, then, in that moment of epiphany, giving a feral, almost bestial cry and you gasped with the pleasure and pain of it all. Your arms which had been supporting you gave out, and Yuri grabbed you, pulling you back against him. His dick was pressed flat, sticking straight up and down between you both.

  You panted hard, fear and panic and other things rising up within you at the feeling of his dick wedged in the rift of your ass, the underside of the thick shaft actually touching the too-small opening. There was no way that he could actually take your while you were pressed up against him like that, and that’s what kept the panic from overwhelming you, but the sheer proximity kept it from retreating.   Your breath was coming far too fast. You felt faint. Your heart threatened to crack your ribs open from the inside......       

Suddenly he moved back and there was a cool liquid being poured onto the crack of your behind.         

"Master, wait," you said, not entirely sure if you were ready to for what he wanted.

"If this isn't what you want, you know what to say."                                            

"It is Master, if it's what you want."           

 He ran his finger down to your cleft, to your anus as you tried, very hard, to relax. As he digitally fucked your ass you loosened up, as his gentle and slow movements started to remove the fear that his huge member will tear you apart. He then positioned himself behind you and entered you. You feel a searing paining and try to fight it. You know he's not trying to hurt you but after one minute of his slow and unintentionally excruciating rhythm, your tears let you know you have to say it.              

"ARITHMETIC!" And as he removed himself from you, you were never happier to have a safeword.