Good Girls Submit to Master

Good Girls Submit to Master

The strings of girlhood wrapped Violet up in pretty bows and suffocated the life out of her.  All her life Violet was a very good girl. She followed everyone’s expectations. But something inside her wanted to be bad. When she looked in the mirror, she saw no life in her eyes. That is until the day she met Richard who taught her that good girls submit to Master.

To be a good girl and submit to her Master meant breaking every single one of her Mother’s rules.

In Mother’s house, she is completely covered neck to toe in conservative school uniforms, stockings, and white, starched panties and bras. Perfectly pressed and perfectly following Mother’s expectations and rules. But in Master’s cold, dark dungeon, no clothes are allowed.

Violet lived a life of extremes. She appeared whole and wholesome on the surface. But Master could see straight into her broken soul and he dispensed the medicine she needed with his firm hand and strict discipline. You see, Violet needed pain and restriction, and Master needed to deliver them both in spades.

Good girls submit to Master by waiting naked by the door, ass up, and head down for at least 15 minutes before he was expected to be home.

She pressed her elbows and knees against the cold tile floor. Consequently, her body became white as a ghost, like a perfect Galatea. Later on, the color would come back, rising into her face, her purple lips and nipples becoming rosy again at the touch of Master’s lips. He imbues his creature with life.

Today Violet is not an ice doll. She was late getting into position to wait by the door for master. He can plainly see there are no red marks on her knees and elbows, and no gooseflesh on her body. She will be punished severely for breaking protocol.

I’m disappointed, my pathetic little pet! How is it that you are not my faithful companion waiting for me by the door when I get home? You’ve earned yourself some punishment. You will receive no dinner tonight and 20 lashings with the cane. Soon you’ll remember good girls submit to their Master!

Violet lifted her head stoically and accepted her punishment with an expressionless “Yes, Sir.” She knew exactly what was to come next. Master set down his suitcase, loosened his tie, and followed Violet as she took herself to the spanking bench and lay face down. Master tied her tiny white wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench and pulled a wet cane from the vessel it had been soaking in. Always, good girls submit to Master.

Delicious pain streaked through Violet’s body like lightning.

The rod hit its mark high on her haunches and left her streaked and bucking. Again and again Violet took Master’s handiwork. Undeniably, she could no longer hold in her cries. Consequently, for the final half of the beatings, Master put a ball gag into her mouth to deaden her cries.

Then her ass crisscrossed into squares like a chessboard. Master planned to make his moves there. He dropped his trousers and pulled out his hard dripping cock. He removed Violet’s ballgag and dragged his cock in clockwise circles across her face. Being a good girl and submitting to Master feels amazing! She chased his dripping cock with her tongue, unable to make contact with it, only feeling the heat of his dick on her eyelids and cheeks.

As Master’s precum shined wet on her face. He moved down her vulnerable body. His cock raked across her sore bottom and as it deposited its wetness, its cooling evaporation led to some small relief from the burning of her welts.

Master was only just beginning to take his pound of flesh as he made his way to her exposed ass and pulled her delicious buns apart like pull-bread. But if you want to know the rest of the story, you should call Violet and ask her yourself! She will tell you all good girls submit to Master!

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