Bound by Debt: A Rough BDSM Tale of Submission, Humiliation, and Public Shame by Harley Jane Meadows

Author:Harley Jane Meadows [Meadows, Harley Jane]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

Dinner with Master

I return to Master’s penthouse suite, and wait in the lobby for eight o’clock. I don’t want to arrive early, nor late. I have to be precisely on time, if this is going to work.

The same brick of muscle escorts me up to the elevator. For all his strength, he’s not half as intimidating as Marco… Not after the things he’s made me do. The things I’ve enjoyed doing.

I ride up in the elevator. Once again, I scarcely recognize the woman standing in my reflection. Her hair is coming out of its twist. There’s red in her cheeks after the vibrator marathon, all afternoon. There’s a smile there, too. I enjoyed it. I can lie to myself all I want, but I enjoyed it. God help me, I got off on it.

The elevator doors slide open, and Master is there, waiting for me. He hands me a drink, and escorts me across the floor. Waiting at the table are two plates, under silver lids. He pulls it back. There’s a pan-seared steak on each plate, with blue cheese, and a dollop of mashed potatoes on the side.

“Hungry?”

“Starving.” He gives me a severe look. I dip my head an inch. “Yes, Master.”

He smiles, and kisses me on the temple again. “Good. Sit. Eat. Tell me about your day.”

I sit, and dig into the meal. The steak has been cooked to perfection. It pairs well with the scotch, if I’m honest. Master makes me recount the entire day, every embarrassing minute of it.

“Sit up.”

I sit a little higher in my seat. Master is looking at my body, through this damned sheer blouse he insisted I wear. I can feel his eyes on my breasts, my flat stomach. It’s almost too much. Almost.

I finish the meal, with blush in my cheeks, and a now-familiar warm wetness on my pussy lips. Just talking about my shame has gotten me excited.

“You’ve been a very good little whore,” he says, dabbing the corner of his mouth with his napkin. “Now unbutton your blouse.”

The bottom falls out of my stomach. How did I know he’d want to see more of me? See everything? “… Do I have to? I’m so tired, Master.”

He slams his fist down on the table, and I jump. “Good little girls get the rewards they were promised. Disobedient little whores get punished with more debt.”

I swallow. My heart skipped a beat when his fist hit the table. Is ti wrong that this turns me on, too?

I nod. “Yes, Master. I understand.”

I unbutton another button on my blouse. There’s only two left, now. The fabric is like water, it spills open the second the button lets go. I make fists of my hands to stop them shaking. Don’t cover up. He hates when you cover up.

“You’re getting a fair deal here, whore. Alllll your debts erased… in exchange for your precious dignity.”

I nod. I can’t bring myself to speak, just now.

“Now take it off.”

I close my eyes. I’ve always been self conscious about my body, especially my breasts.

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