It was date night. Sophia had not only agreed but asked Milord to take her out and to treat her as his slave, not submissive. Naturally, he agreed. At first, she was thrilled and completely submissive, rising to the challenge of obeying him without question or hesitation. When Micah told her to remove her panties, she wiggled a little on her bar stool as she slipped out of them and handed them to him. When he had reached beneath her dress and began to finger her, she had sighed with pleasure.

Milord had taken her to an upscale, very dark, exclusive bar where their lifestyle either wouldn't be noticed or if it were, would be looked upon with approval. This particular bar was a members-only establishment.

In the car, Milord had told her that she would speak to no one but him unless given permission, so when a man sat next to her she glanced at him, smiled, but remained silent.

"Say hello, Soph," Milord stated.

"Hello," she responded, blushing slightly.

"Now, spread your neckline wide so our new friend can clearly see your breasts," he commanded.

Sophie, who wore a sleek dress that boasted a deep V-neck, turned to the man and did as He commanded, her cheeks now bright red. She hated to be exposed in this way, but she wanted to please Milord. Besides, no one they knew would be here, so she was unlikely to ever run into this man in the grocery store! Despite her embarrassment, or perhaps because of it, her pussy was beginning to moisten and her nipples harden.

Milord then reached around her and began to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were hard as bullets. Next, he asked the man if he would also like to fondle her other breast.

That was when Sophia balked. Without thinking, she slid off the barstool and pushed Milord's hand away.

"Come on, Micah, you're seriously offering me to a man we don't know?"

Milord shook his head, a look of sadness on his face, and asked the bartender if there was a small, private room. He needed to have a discussion with his slave. The bartender nodded and opened up a locked door. Milord, the man, and Sophia were shown into a small room where Milord stood, arms crossed.

"Sophia, you've disappointed me. I thought you were better trained. Would you please repeat your request from earlier tonight?"

Near tears, she murmured, "Please, Milord, I would like to go out tonight and be treated as your adored slave. I want you to punish me severely, even if it means humiliation if I disobey you in any way."

"And have you disobeyed me?"

She gulped before answering. "I have."

"And do you wish to use your safeword?"

This time, she straightened her shoulders and met his eyes. "I do not, Milord."

He smiled, then said, "Then strip. Now."

Glancing at the other man who, so far had remained silent, she pulled off her dress and stepped out of her shoes.

"Good. Now, bend over that barstool."

She hesitated. The stool was made of wood, unpadded, but appeared sturdy.

"Now! Any hesitation will make this worse for you," he said sternly.

Clearly, he was tired of her shenanigans, so she obeyed.

The other man stood in front of her and unzipped his trousers.

"Open," Milord commanded.

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took the man into her mouth, being careful to suck, lick and kiss his thin cock as she had been taught. Lifting her hands, she cradled and gently massaged his balls.

Milord was behind her, scolding her, telling her that when He desired something of her and she had agreed, she WILL do as he says.

Tears slowly streaked her face, as she listened to him, knowing he was right. She HAD not only agreed to be his slave this night but also proposed this. Then, at the first sign of true obedience, she had rebelled.

"And here I was, sure that you would obey me proudly when I invited my friend to come and see just how obedient you were," Milord scolded.

"His friend," Sophia thought. Of course, Milord knew the man! Why would she have thought otherwise? Her humiliation rose as she realized just how badly she had disappointed him.

Determined to correct her error, Sophia put more effort into pleasing the man whose cock was in her mouth. She increased the pressure, pulling the cock deeper into her mouth until she gagged. Then, she held the cock in place until her throat relaxed, and drew him in deeper. She was going to make certain that Milord would have no further reason to be ashamed of her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Milord select a thin dowl rod from the dozen or so that leaned against the wall. Knowing what was coming, she steeled herself, but focused on her assigned task. The man was beginning to breathe heavily and his balls began to tighten.

The cock in her mouth muffled her scream as Milord laid the first strip on her ass. Fearing she might hurt the man, she moved her hands from his most delicate areas to the bottom rungs of the stool and gripped tightly. Nonetheless, she stoically attended to her job.

"Look up at him," Milord commanded. "Let him see your eyes as you accept your punishment."

Sophia raised her eyes awkwardly as Milord applied three more stripes in quick succession to her ass. Tears now flowed freely down her face, mixed with her black mascara. Her ass was on fire, but she also felt moisture running down her inner thighs. The man suddenly pulled out of her mouth and Milord commanded, "Kneel and present your breasts."

Sophia dropped to her knees and lifted her breasts as the man sprayed his hot cum across her white skin.

She knelt there, panting and silent, as the two men shook hands. Milord's friend quietly left the room.

Milord held out his hand to help her stand. He held her tight, kissed the top of her head, and said, "Well done. You have completely redeemed yourself, my love. Now, let's put your dress back on. We're going to leave the cum to dry on your chest as a reminder, though."

Dazed and totally in subspace, Sophia nodded and stepped into her shoes. Milord adjusted her neckline so that the white, chalky stains were clearly visible.

"Now, ready to continue our date?"

"Oh yes, Milord. Quite."

"Good. If you continue to be a good little slave, I'll fuck that perfect ass of yours when we get home. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, Milord. Very much. And one more thing, Milord."

Micah raised an eyebrow.

"I need you to know just how sorry I am for my behavior. I should have trusted you. I DO trust you. So, I'm truly sorry. I also want to thank you for keeping me accountable. "

She smiled up at him, took his hand, and kissed his fingers.

"Oh, you are so getting it in the ass, my love. And maybe, if you keep playing your cards right, in the pussy as well."

The rest of the evening went well. When they pulled into the garage, Milord ordered Sophia to again strip out of her dress but to keep the shoes on.

He fondled her breasts gently and then led her to the back of the garage where he kept his tools for woodworking.

"Bend over the sawhorse," he commanded.

Smiling, Sophia obeyed.

"Good. Now, spread those cheeks."

Blushing, she did so. She hated the humiliation of spreading her own ass cheeks. Nonetheless, she wasn't about to disappoint Milord again. And while she certainly was embarrassed, obeying such a command made her unaccountably excited and even proud of herself.

She moaned with pleasure when he pressed cool lubricant deep inside her back tunnel. He followed that with his cock, thrusting balls deep, his fingers digging into her hips.

"You did well tonight," he praised. "Accepting that punishment. Loved seeing those cum stains on your tits."

Sophia's heart pounded, a loud sound of waves crashing thrummed in her ears.

"Thank you, Milord."

Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled out of her, causing her to gasp.

"Did I ask you a question? No. I didn't. Don't move, slave."

She panted, confused for a moment, but knew enough to obey.

A moment later, he knelt in front of her holding two mean-looking nipple clamps. Milord pinched each nipple between his fingers, humming quietly, before clamping the metal onto her tender buds. She gasped, panted, and accepted the pain, allowing it to wash over her, enhancing every sensation.

Milord tugged them once, nodded with satisfaction, then resumed his place behind her. Once again, he plunged his cock balls deep into her ass.

Sophia screamed. The pleasure from his cock was just as intense as the pain the clamps elicited. With each thrust, her breasts swung wildly, causing the clamps to tighten and pull.

"Feel that, do you?" he asked. "Good. We need more practice for you to become a slave, Soph. Much more, don't we?"

"Yes, Milord," she gasped out.

"Fucking Hell, Soph!" Milord shouted as he shot the proof of his pleasure deep within her body. He collapsed for a moment on top of her, gathering his breath, then pulled free of her. He ran his hand down her ass, the welts from the caning now faded, but the red lines were still clearly visible. She'd be feeling the marks all day tomorrow.

With exquisite care and gentleness, he gathered her wetness onto three fingers and began to fuck her pussy. On the fourth stroke, Sophia exploded, her pleasure squirting onto his fingers, her cries of joy echoing throughout the garage. Once she had calmed, Milord picked her up in his arms and carried her into their bedroom. He lay her carefully on the bed and sat beside her.

"This is going to hurt, but you don't mind, do you?" he asked as he tapped the clamps.

"No, Milord," she whispered, her eyes wide.

He leaned down to kiss her then quickly released both clamps. He swallowed her screams first from the pain of the blood rushing back to her nips, then from the pleasure of her orgasm.

Later, curled against him, Sophia said, "I think, Milord, that I'd really like more practice at this whole slave thing. I messed up a few times tonight."

Micah chuckled and hugged her closer. "Just like with everything else, Soph. Practice makes perfect."