Chapter 1: Preparations
Crap crap crap!!! Why does everything have to go wrong today?!
I throw the bottle of mascara across the bathroom as I clean up the excess makeup that was smeared under my eyes.
Master K's dinner party was in an hour and I have not finished my make up let alone the other preparations he had ordered for me to do.
Exasperated and at my wits end, I grabbed the small rubber band on my forearm and flicked myself four times, feeling my scattered thoughts slowly being grounded in the present with each stinging slap of the band.
I take a deep breath and bring my eyes up to my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognise the person staring back at me. My straight dark hair has been styled in a French bun with soft curls framing the sides of my face down the exposed nape of my neck. My almond shaped eyes further emphasized by the cat eyeliner and wispy lashes that I was wearing. The soft, natural tones of my cheeks and eye shadow starkly contrasted by the dark red tint that now stained my pouty lips.
"Red lips are a whore's colour!" I hear my father's disapproving voice echo over and over in my mind.
Breathe Kaylah, you got this.
Shaking my head, a soft involuntary giggle escapes my lips. Breathing would be easier if my lungs were not being restricted by the tight leather corset that was currently wrapped around my waist.
Taking in my reflection, I stare at the outfit Master has chosen for me tonight. My sheer white dress did little to hide the black underbust steel boned corset I was wearing underneath. It's back and sides adorned with silver buckles and bondage rings. My exposed breasts painfully pushed up like perfectly round orbs causing my hardened nipples to poke through the shear white fabric. The tight fitting corset was matched perfectly by the silver metal chastity belt that was locked in place, my pussy plugged with an 9-inch ribbed dildo while a steel rectal dilator kept my asshole gaped and ready. Completing my slutty ensemble, Master had ordered me to wear the thick black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles.
What would my conservative father think of his only daughter now?
My fingers toy with the rubber band as I feel myself slowly becoming overwhelmed.
"Such a beautiful little needy whore."
Startling me out of my musings, I hear Master's deep voice behind me. I blush deeply at his choice of words.
He was correct. I am a needy whore and this outfit would make sure everyone who sees me tonight would know that too.
I look up at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans with the sleeves of his white shirt casually rolled up to reveal his tanned, muscled forearms. His unruly jet black hair matching the intensity of his onyx coloured eyes that were staring expectantly at me. It takes a moment for me to gather my senses and respond with a weak, "Thank you, Master."
He chuckles as he strides over to where I was standing, each step causing him to tower more and more over me. He turns my body around to face him, his fingers lightly brushing against my hardened nipples.
"Strip" he orders with an uninterested flick of his hand towards my dress.
Hands trembling, I remove the white dress carefully, making sure to not ruin my hair or make up. I fold the dress and place it neatly on the side of the sink. Eyes downcast, I cross my arms behind my back and spread my legs slightly.
I hear him hum in approval as he appraises my outfit. His hand trailing along the edges of my corset and up to my exposed breasts.
"Do you think you look pretty, slut?" He asks me coolly as his hand continues to cup my breasts.
I bite my lip.
No I don't think I look pretty. But can I say that when he was the one that chose my outfit?
I hate it when he does this. Being an only daughter of very conservative parents meant that compliments were rarely if at all given. Besides, whores don't need to be pretty, they just need to be useful.
Rolling my eyes, I flippantly respond, "If you say so."
He twists my nipple hard causing me to yelp out in pain.
"What did you say, whore?", he hisses venomously in my ear.
Biting back a whimper, I try to correct my tone. "I'm sorry Master."
"Answer my question. Do you think you are pretty, slut?"
Whimpering from the pain in my nipple, I bite my lip and shake my head.
Master K lets go of my twisted nipple and places a tight grip on the back of my neck as he marches me back to the room. Bending me over the edge of the bed, he kicks my feet apart so that my gaping asshole can be clearly seen.
"Well don't you worry Trouble. When I am done with you, everyone will see what a pretty little whore you are." He growls as he begins to take off his thick leather belt.
FUCK.
