Tantrum Controlled

Tantrum ControlledI don't anger easily, but today I am pissed off with a capital P. Work has been simply awful, and my bosses are making my professional life a living hell. I count on being able to talk to my Master on my way home every day to help me blow off steam, but today, of all days, he didn't answer his phone. Now I am pulling into his driveway, and spoiling for a fight.I completely ignore the rug by the front door where I am to kneel when I get home, and wait for permission to enter Master's sanctuary for us. Instead, I storm through the house, calling his name. And I don't mean "Master", or even "Sir", but his given name. I finally find him in the kitchen, and yell "Where were you when I called?" Calmly, evenly, he speaks. "I can see that you've had a bad day, so I will give you two minutes to get out of your uniform, and be in your submissive position." His rational demeanor, however, is gasoline to the bonfire of my frustration, and I begin to rant and rave about my day, and how much I had counted on being able to vent to him. Before I quite know what has happened, I am spun around, and Master's hand Escort easily catches my wrists behind me in an iron grip. He marches me to his bedroom, and pulls the ball gag and silk rope out of our toy box. "Since you are unable to control yourself, my angel, I will do it for you."He fastens the gag securely, and now at least my mouth can no longer add to the trouble I'm in. I am still angry, though, and being manhandled is not helping. I continue to struggle, but now Master easily drags me back to the den, where he unceremoniously pushes me face forward over an easy chair. He ties my wrists to the front two legs, and now I am exactly where he wants me. He reaches underneath me, unbuckles my belt, and unbuttons my BDUs. He pulls them slowly down to my ankles, and after removing my boots, takes them off of me completely. My struggles have subsided, as I am beginning to cool off, and realize the predicament I have landed myself in. He spreads my legs, and binds my ankles to the back legs of the chair, and now I am a captive, helpless audience."Angel, love, do you know why I didn't answer my phone today?" Escort Bayan At this point, all questions are rhetorical, since I am completely unable to speak, but he continues, as if I had. "I knew you were having a bad day. You emailed me, remember? I went to the market to get lobster, and was going to cook you dinner, and pamper you, since I thought it was what you needed. Your behavior has brought you here, instead, and this is where you will stay until you have learned to control your temper." CRACK! Master's riding crop comes down on my ass, hard. I am spanked frequently, for his enjoyment as well as my own, but this is different. He hits me again and again, methodically covering every inch of my bottom and thighs, even taking advantage of my spread-eagled position to whip my inner thighs. Master is always in control of the situation, and I rarely see him angry, but today I can feel his rage in every blow, and a tendril of fear begins to wrap itself around my brain. Between the very real physical pain, and my growing realization of how I have disappointed him, tears begin to roll down Bayan Escort my face, but I am his prisoner, and can only endure my punishment until he says otherwise.Minutes, hours, or days later, I'm not sure which, Master sets the crop aside, and his fingers begin to explore my inner folds. Of course I am wet, as he knew I would be, and I strain against my bonds to open myself up to him further. "Not so fast, baby. Surely you didn't think you would now be rewarded?" He moves slowly to the front of the chair, lifts my face, and asks me if I am ready for him to release the gag. I nod mutely, and he takes the hateful device out of my sore mouth. Apologies come pouring out of me like a waterfall, but he just shakes his head sadly. "Not good enough, my angel. Open your mouth." I obey immediately, and his fully erect cock slides between my lips, but he doesn't allow me to lick and tease him as I love to do, and instead, uses my mouth roughly, as he would my pussy. He holds my face with both hands, and soon begins to spasm, emptying his seed down my throat. His calloused hands smooth my silky hair, he kisses the top of my head, and whispers "I love you, my slave, and you mean everything to me. Later tonight, I will be back, and will deal with that wet, wanting pussy, but I think that for now you will stay right here, and contemplate your place in my home..."