Free Master of Punishment by Holly Carter

 
     
     
    Prologue
     
     
    The lights flicke red on and off a few times before they settled on brightness. Turning the knob I adjusted the light til it was dull, but effective. The scene I had picked was anything but kind, but it would get me where I wanted to be, and earn me a name for myself. It was going to make me a Master. I had been training for this for several years now. Numerous events under the instruction of a high Master and learning the ins and outs of the BDSM world were tough. I had been picked at, poked at and even degraded time and time again.
    But tonight was my night.
    Tonight, I would make my dreams… a reality.
    The room wasn’t big, but it was more than enough room to play with. The iron posted bed sat on the far wall, bench and cross to the left and numerous instruments were hanging from the wall on the right. Also on the right, was a table hiding vari ous objects and toys under a sheet. I walked to the right side of the room, and ran my fingers over the instruments, each one had a story and each had a torture. I found learning the instruments easy, the hard part was learning the safe way to deliver the blows.
    My favourite would have to be the red handled flogger with tight thick st rands. Very effective to get a message across. The pain from one of these beauties is kind of a stinging, scratching pain. I would know, because this is what my weapon of choice is when roles are reversed. Yes, I had to be the test dummy from time to time. The next on the rack is a Leather Scottish Tawse. I pick it up and slap it slightly against my palm. The sound of sighing brought me back to the here and now.
    It was time.
    I removed the sheet off the table and folded it before tucking it away underneath. Dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, cuffs, chains, ropes, and other various objects lay spread out before me. Some very particular items I had placed there myself. I close my eyes for a second to tap into my control on the dark side. Counting to ten, I think about how things are going to play out with the power in my hands. Some Dom’s take too much, or don’t give enough. I am a happy medium. I sense every emotion, every thought, every silent plea.
    When I open my eyes, I know what I have to do.
    I walk to the middle of the room and stop in front of Natasha, my sub for the night. She doesn’t move or acknowledge my presence even though she knows I am here.
    “On your feet.” I command.
    I watch as she scrambles to her feet, but she keeps her head down. I walk around her a few times accessing her attire. Silk panties are the only item Natasha has on, as requested by myself. I stop behind her and grasp her hair, first wrapping it then pulling. When her head falls back, I lean forward and rub my nose along her scented skin. She smells good enough to eat…….
    “You are mine, no games.” I whisper, before letting my hold on her go.
    I walk over to the table and pick up several items, each of value to the other. I take them over to the bed, placing them in order of use and within reach.
    “Come here.” I demand.
    “Yes, Master,” Natasha speaks softly.
    “Thread your hands through here.” I show her what I want her to do. “Hold on to the bed post.”
    Natasha complies, threading her hands through the bars at the end of the bed. I take the rope and secure both her wrists together tightly so she cannot pull away. When I instruct her to test the rope she tries to pull her hands back through the bars, but is unable too.
    Perfect.
    I walk behind her and take her panties off slowly, before tapping each ankle for her to raise her feet to step out of them. Her stance is perfect, restrained to the bed, legs apart, gloriously naked. I tuck the panties into my pocket, and pull out the blindfold from my other pocket. I cover her eyes and tie it to comfort. We had played a few times before and she was becoming quite a regular in my bed. From the start I have always been the one in control and she has always