Only for you. Second part.

[To gain context of what happened before, read the story: Only_for_you. First part.]

I took a couple of steps towards him and stood right in front of his feet.

Still seated, he leaned his head closer to see and appreciate my naked body, very close up.

Then, he extended his hands and began to touch me.

He started from the bottom, almost at the ankles, and slowly moved upwards. It was clear that he didn't want to leave any part unexplored, untouched. In a short time, he was already at my thighs.

In response, I was feeling new sensations.

Being totally and recently waxed, his hands slid smoothly over my delicate skin.

The caresses ranged from soft and sweet, to strong grips and little slaps that made my skin turn red.

Feeling his caresses, I experienced a kind of shiver, which increased as he approached more sensitive areas. Then, I simply closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure of feeling the warmth of his strong hands on me.

He continued moving his hands up to my hips, and in one swift motion, he turned me around, leaving my little ass in front of his eyes, just a few centimeters away from his face.

Then he started to caress it, alternating soft strokes with strong squeezes.

He also gave me some slaps, making my buttocks tremble, and even bit my buttocks, leaving teeth marks on my pale skin.

Then he spread my buttocks apart to examine everything in detail. He gently caressed my little hole with his finger.

Suddenly, he pulled apart as much as he could my two buttocks, and I felt his wet tongue start playing at the entrance of my little hole, even applying some pressure with the tip of his tongue right at the entrance, but since it was virgin and everything was very tight, he couldn't enter.

After playing a little longer with it, he turned me back around and put me in front of him again.

Here, he must have liked and paid attention to the way I groomed my pubic hair (as I mentioned before, I only left a small vertical line of hair), as he played with it for a while, stroking it, stretching it, and rearranging it to make it look nice.

He also gently caressed my most intimate part for a while, completely arousing me and showing how excited my sex was. After this, he manipulated it at his whim for a while.

After enjoying these very erogenous zones for a while, he decided to move to the upper part of my body.

To have a better view and access to all this new flesh to explore, he got up from the sofa and stood in front of me.

He started his caresses by gently running his fingers over my back, and then over my pelvis and abdomen, but quickly focused on my breasts.

He completely covered my little boobs with his hands, and began to knead them, first gently, then more forcefully.

He instructed me to bring my arms forward and slightly tilt my shoulders forward as well. This way, more flesh piled up in the front of the chest, and it seemed like the size of my breasts was larger.

Now having more flesh at his disposal, he firmly grabbed my breasts with both hands and started making small turns from side to side, as if he considered my breasts as lemons he wanted to extract every last drop of juice from.

After a while of caressing, compressing, kneading, and mistreating my breasts, he decided that it was time to pay special attention only to my nipples.

He started by gently caressing them with the tip of his finger, making circles, then grabbing them between two fingers and pinching them.

This made me twitch a little, almost jump, every time he pinched a little too hard, accompanied by a little noise from me, half a complaint, half a moan.

Then, he decided he wanted to taste my breasts. So he brought his mouth closer and started licking them. More than kisses, they were slobbers and licks, first on my lips and the outer part of my mouth, but then he decided to explore with his tongue to the deepest part of my mouth, and the deeper he went, the more he seemed to enjoy it.

Having his tongue deeply inside my throat made me snap out of my semi-hypnotic and passive state. I felt disgusted by so much saliva in my mouth and that gelatinous tongue making movements in there, it even gave me a little gag. Almost instinctively, I reacted by pushing his face away from mine and giving him a little shove to move him away from me.

As I did this, I remained paralyzed and frightened, waiting for his reaction. I didn't do it thinking, it was almost a reflex, but it was done.

Seeing himself rejected and deprived of his banquet in the most abrupt and unexpected way, my Master became very enraged and yelled at me:

-Master: "What do you think you're doing?. How dare you reject your master? My body, my hands, my mouth, my tongue, and my fluids !!!. All of that should be sacred to you !!!”

I couldn't respond to his question, and I just stayed there, looking at him, stuttering.

-Lulu: "I... I... ummmm"

My Master didn't like my response or my attitude, because without hesitation, he slapped me hard across the face.

This slap left me in shock. Until that moment, my Master had only given me a few slaps, but this one was a real smack that was heard throughout the living room, and literally crossed my face.

I could only bring my hand to my assaulted cheek and gently caress it to try to alleviate the pain.

-Master: "If you don't know how to behave, or how to please your master, I will educate you so you learn, but the hard way !!!!. Open the second drawer of the dresser and bring me what's inside." -- he ordered. --

I approached the dresser, still rubbing my cheek. Inside the drawer, I found a thin, long rope and a long wooden ruler, like the ones teachers used to use. I took both and handed them to my Master, and stood in a waiting position.

-Master: "When a dog bites its master, it's muzzled or its teeth are removed. Following this philosophy, you rejected me using both hands, so it will be those hands that I punish." "Extend your arms and place your palms facing up"

I did as told without saying anything.

-Master: "I believe that a fair punishment is 10 strokes, 5 for turning your face away and despising my mouth and my kisses, and 5 for pushing me away." "But remember that this is not an aggression, I am educating you, so every time I give you a stroke, you will thank me for educating you and leading you down the right path. Understood?"

-Lulu: "Yes, my Master."

He positioned himself next to me, brought the ruler to my hands, and gave me the first stroke.

Instinctively, I complained and brought my hands close to my body, as if trying to protect them.

-Master: "If you bring your hands in, I'll start counting again from the beginning. Understood?"

I didn't even respond, I simply put my hands forward again, palms facing up. Encouraging myself not to move them the next time.

-Master: "One !!!", -- he said, giving me a new stroke simultaneously.

After I complained slightly, I said.

-Lulu: "Master, thank you for educating me"

-Master: "Two !!!", -- giving me another stroke --

-Lulu: "Master, thank you for teaching me how to behave"

-Master: "Three !!!", -- one more stroke --

-Lulu: "Master, thank you for allowing me to learn from your infinite wisdom"

And so we continued until he counted to 10.

-Master: "Ten !!!",

-Lulu: "Master, thank you for dedicating your valuable time to me"

After that, I returned to the standard waiting position.

The Master looked at me thoughtfully and said:

-Master: "I think your training is not complete. You must learn that giving me pleasure is your priority, whether you get pleasure or don't like something is irrelevant." "Therefore, I will punish the symbol of pleasure you have obtained, you ungrateful one".

At that moment, I didn't understand what he meant. But I did soon after.

-Master: "Spread your legs" – he ordered me --.

I did it immediately.

Then, he did something unexpected for me. He put his hand underneath, between my open legs, all the way to the back, and from behind, he grabbed my testicles, pulled them forward as far as he could, and brought them together with my thing that was still erect from the previous touches session.

He held everything together firmly, and with the rope I had given him, he tied everything as close to my body as possible. Finally, he made a bow to secure everything well.

In practice, he had captured all of my sexes in a ring, with the extra of having a sort of leash, since the rope he used was long and there was a very long leftover piece.

My Master, using the rope as a dog leash, gave a couple of small tugs, as if to check that everything was well secured.

Then he pulled upwards on the "leash", stretching my genitals in that direction, and making me stand on my tiptoes in a vain attempt to limit the pressure on my genitals.

These clumsy gestures of mine to limit the effect of the rope and the tugs amused my Master and he laughed for a while.

Between the pressure of the rope and the tugs, it was getting redder and seemed to become even larger than normal.

After silently contemplating me for a few seconds, he said:

-Master: "Let's take a walk, puppy".

And pulling me through the rope, he started walking me around his house, from one room to another. Giving small pulls on the rope every time he wanted to change direction.

-Master: "It's a pity I can't walk you like this on the street. Others boast about sports cars or expensive clothes, but I would boast about my little puppy". "But well, I will settle for walking you indoors, HAHAHA."

After several rounds through the house from side to side, we returned to the kitchen.

Once there, he sat on the sofa and told me.

-Master: "Well, I think for now it's enough, untie the string."

I pulled on the knot and unwrapped everything, freeing my sex, which relieved me a lot.

-Master: "Okay, now one last thing. Since you behaved like an animal by rebelling against your master, you will walk like an animal, so get on all fours and you will move from now on this way, until I tell you otherwise. Understood?"

-Lulu: "Yes, my Master".

And I got on the floor on all fours.

After that, the Master sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and told me.

-Master: "Go to the kitchen and bring me a glass of wine".

Crawling on all fours, I went to the kitchen, prepared the glass, and as best as I could, and being careful not to spill anything, I returned to the living room, still on all fours. I stood next to him, by the sofa, and took a pose as if offering an offering to his god, kneeling with the glass in my hands. That's how I stayed, offering him the glass.

He sat there for a long time calmly watching TV and drinking from the glass when he felt like it, and handing it back to me when he was done. I would then offer it back to him in the same way.

Meanwhile, I thought about what would happen next, and I made a promise to myself that I could not reject my master again, as I did before.

I chuckled internally a bit, thinking, 'well, it seems like the education process did have an effect, hehe'

[to be continued …]