"What are you, slave?"

The bite in his voice sent shivers down my spine as I wait bent over and exposed. My wet pussy clenching around the ribbed dildo that was locked in place.

Master K's  clipped tone was dripping with annoyance as he wrapped the end of his belt around his rough hand.

"This slave is your property Master." I squeaked out.

"And what is your purpose?" He asks, trailing  length of his belt against the curve of my ass causing me to flinch.

I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the first blow as I whisper, "to be of service and please you Master."

SMACK! SMACK!

Two lashes from his belt fell heavily on my ass causing me to yelp and cry out in pain. My knees buckling under me as I press myself flat against the bed.

"Back in position and arch your back, whore!" He growled, his fists clenched tightly by his side.

I lift myself up and push my ass as high up in the air as I can. The outline of the belt clearly imprinted on my soft flesh.

"When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me clearly. Is.that.understood.slut?"

He emphasised each word with a painful slap of his belt.

"Yes Master." I cry out as tears flowed down my face causing my mascara to run.

Smoothing the creases on his shirt, he repeats his previous question.

"Now let's try this again. What is your purpose, slut?"

"To be of service and please you Master." I answer loudly.

"Good." He smirks in approval as his belt once again strokes gently against the curve of my ass.

He presses himself against my spread body, his hard throbbing cock rubbing lightly on my gaping hole causing me to wriggle in arousal. "And does it please me for my slut to look pretty for me?"

A soft moan escapes my lips as I nod my head, "Yes Master."

He leans over me, leaving a trail of soft kisses from the nape of my neck all the way down to the curve of my ass. "Well then, let's make you pretty Trouble." He smirks as his teeth dig painfully down on my asscheek.

I bite back a whimper and close my eyes shut, anticipating the bite of his belt. I spread my legs further apart and arch my back more, offering up my ass to his torture. Biting my lip, I feel the  heavy belt whip just where my ass and thighs meet. The burning pain spreading across my ass, making my juices drip through the grated cage of the chastity belt.

Over and over he mercilessly belted my ass and thighs until there was not a spot left that was untouched. Each hit harder than before, as the belt landed on my ass, my legs, my thighs. Tears flowing freely down my face, soaking the bed sheets that muffled my incoherent cries.

He knew I needed this as much as he enjoyed torturing me. I needed him to hurt me, to break me to the point where the guilt and shame I felt all melted away, shattered into a million pieces. Until all that is left is his dedicated, loyal slave that was worthy of his praise.

Then the blows stopped and I feel him crouch down between my legs. He trails his hand lazily along the welts he had painted on my ass and thighs causing me to hiss out in pain.

"You have never looked more beautiful than when you are marked like this, Trouble." He whispers as his hand strokes the curve of my bruised ass. His finger makes its way into the opening of my gaped asshole, making me moan and pant as I lift my hips up at him...begging him to play with me.

He chuckles lowly and pulls his hand away.

"Now, now we have a party to get to. We don't want to keep the guests waiting now, do we Trouble?"

I mewl in protest. "No Master."

He stands me up, wipes my tears and puts the sheer white dress over my satiated body. Knowing my smeared make up must look horrendous, I move to go to the bathroom but Master K stops me.

"You look perfect as you are Trouble." He says as he kisses my mouth. His tongue  Amit rily devouring mine as his hand wraps itself around my neck, crushing my steel posture collar against my skin. "So get out of that pretty little head of yours and let's enjoy tonight." He gently nips at my bottom lip before ending the kiss.

I blink my eyes open as Master K leads me out of the apartment and into a waiting black sedan. My mind swims in ecstasy and arousal, lips slightly parted and cheeks flushed as I step into the car, not noticing the driver watching me in his rear view mirror.

In that moment I didn't care about people seeing the dried mascara that had run down my cheeks or the smear of my red lipstick along my face.

In that moment, I was His.

His pretty little slut.