Sorry for the delay, but I took a much needed vacation, and my parents wouldn't allow me to write any smut while I was visiting them! Lol... Here's a peek at the next chapter! See you Tuesday!

Krazi

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Before knocking on the door, I took a moment to get in the right headspace. Once I walked through that door, I would no longer be the confident Dom I professed to be, my submission would belong to my mentor and former Master. Resigned and ready, I wrapped the heavy wooden door three times. “Come in,” Master Peter’s deep voice called from inside the room.

As if walking before a firing squad, all three of us entered the room with our heads tucked to our chests, and our hands clasped behind our backs. At first glance, one would think that we were three naughty students summoned to the headmaster’s office.

“Edward,” Master Peter said solemnly. “As good as it is to see you again; I am by no means pleased at the circumstances. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Master Peter and I had already had this conversation, but he was still following protocol for the sake of the others that were present.

“Master Peter,” I started, swallowing around the sudden lump in my throat. “This one has failed to remember his teachings, and in doing so, has failed his collared submissive. This one comes before you fully aware of the ramifications of such an offense, ready to receive whatever punishment Master sees fit to dole out upon him.”

Try as she might, Isabella could not help but to react to my revelation. Her sharp intake of air came as no surprise, and did not go unnoticed by Master Peter. “Isabella,” Master Peter asked, addressing my submissive for the first time. “Is there something you’d like to say?” Just like I knew she would, Isabella remained as quiet as a church mouse. Peter, who had yet to get up from his chair, hummed in appreciation of her obedience before saying, “Well, Edward, you haven’t failed her too bad, she’s quite the respectful little one.” He then returned his attention to my girl. “Thank you for your obedience and respect for this Dom Isabella. Now, little one, you may look at me and speak. Having heard your Master’s declaration, do you have anything you’d like to to say?”

“Yes, Sir, Master Peter,” Isabella said in a quiet yet respectful tone. “This girl would simply like to say that she trusts her Master blindly, and if Master has chosen to bring this girl here with him tonight, for this purpose, then so be it. Master knows best, and would never knowingly or purposely put his girl in harm’s way. Master knows what is needed for me to become a better submissive, and this is it.”

“After hearing that, Edward, there should be no doubt in your mind that this little one is meant for you.” My heart clenched at his words, I couldn’t have said it better myself. “Come; let us not waste any more time.” With that, Master Peter led us all downstairs to his dungeon.

No stranger to Master Peter’s playroom, I made my way to the large ensuite bathroom to change. A modest black leather thong that would leave my ass bare was lying on the counter, and I wasted no time shedding my clothes and encasing my now deflated dick in the less than comfortable black pouch. As I made my way to the whipping bench, I could see Isabella and Charlotte kneeling on each side of the room.

Master Peter didn’t speak a word as he tended to the cuffs that would hold my wrists and ankles. Since we previously discussed what my punishment would be, Master Peter’s explanation was for his audience’s ears only.  “First, I will warm up the flesh with my leather paddle, and then the real punishment will commence. Edward has already chosen a rattan cane for his punishment, so once the skin is warmed and ready, I will administer ten licks which Edward will count out loud.” Returning his attention to Isabella, Master Peter gave her a command. “Isabella, for no reason are you to take your eyes off of this whipping bench. If at any point and time you feel unable to continue, you are to use your safe words. And they are…”

“Red, yellow, and green, Sir,” was Isabella’s quiet response.

“And what color are you now, Isabella?”

Silence hung thick in the air and for a moment, I thought she was going to say red.

Trust me, Isabella!

You need this!

I need this!

We need this!

I was having a mini meltdown when a sudden calm washed over me, almost as if I could feel Isabella touching me from the other side of the room. But it was her strong and steady voice that sealed the deal. “Green. I’m green, Sir. My Master knows exactly what we need.”

My girl was fucking awesome, and would rival any seasoned submissive with the way she carried herself. There was nothing left to do, but take our punishment and put this whole unfortunate ordeal behind us; if nothing else, Isabella and I had definitely grown in our relationship, both vanilla and D/s.

“Very well,” Master Peter said matter-of-factly. “Shall we get on with it?”