Half a year has passed. Katie's life was calm and even. Households are not burdened. The host was kind. Katya learned to do blowjob on courses, she even liked it. She was simply baldela, when in the evening, when she met the Host in the hallway, she was allowed to say hello! She dropped to her knees, unbuttoned his pants and took his dick in her mouth. Caressing his tongue, swallowing completely to tears in her eyes, she was happy. Sometimes the Boss right in the hall put her on his knees, lifted her skirt and fucked her hard, always ending in the ass. Sometimes they spent long evenings in the living room. The owner sipped cognac, and Kate saw favorite green tea, sitting at his feet. He talked a lot with her, telling various interesting things. I picked up books for her to read, took her to the theater. Once sent her to massage courses. Now she knew how to please him with her own hands. He always fell asleep after the massage, relaxed, defenseless, like a child. And Kate was sitting nearby, and at such moments she always felt affection for him.

Once a month she had a beauty salon, a cedar barrel, manicure, pedicure, hairstyle. The owner took care of her.

Regular flogging on Saturdays also became familiar. Sometimes Kate even made up her own misdeeds to prolong her pleasure. Yes, yes, it is fun. A person gets used to everything, and even pain sometimes becomes desirable if this pain does not disfigure and cripple. She has already managed to love all these straps and slippers. Here are just a whip always left red-blue-purple marks on her thighs, which went for a long time, sometimes up to two weeks. But it was inevitable and tolerable. Kate liked how, after being whipped, the Boss was trying to calm her down and caress her. She was an obedient girl. No trouble. But once...

It happened on Wednesday. Mid-week ... Katya stroked bed linen. The iron was red-hot. Under a pile of sheets, she came across the host's silk shirt. Without thinking it, she put it on the ironing board and put the iron ... There was a hole on the shelf of the shirt. The melted silk remained on the sole of the iron. Katya screamed. Well ... and now what to say to the Boss?

In the evening, Kate opened the door and immediately knelt.

- Boss, I ... I, really, am not to blame, I thought, well, well ... - she stretched out her shirt and hung her head down. - Please, I am by chance.

Oh, at the wrong time, girl, you climbed with your confessions. Oh, how not to be on time. The Boss had a bad mood. Something happened or just tired, but he became infuriated.

- What are you, bitch, can not cope with simple things? - A ringing slap stung her cheek.

Kate never saw the Boss in such a frenzy. She crouched to the floor and wept.

- Do not fucking cry. Stand up in the kitchen, I'm hungry.

Katya jumped, in three seconds she put everything on the table, handed the instruments, and sat on the floor, at her feet, a little behind.

“You'll tidy up the table later And now for me, in the hall.

The owner sat on the sofa. He poured himself a glass of brandy. I took a sip. Kate was sitting at her feet, afraid to raise her eyes. The owner pulled a wallet out of his pocket and threw several bills on the table.

- Tomorrow you will buy a new iron. Do you understand what should be punished?

- Yes, Boss ...

- Good. I give your punishment on Friday, how it will be and what will be, you will know later. And now march into the kitchen, tidy up, the brainless bitch.

Thursday was delirious, Katya was all out of her hands. Neither in the morning nor in the evening the Master said a word. He was just silent. No matter how hard Katya tried to look him in the eyes, no matter how she begged her eyes to answer, nothing.

In the evening, she timidly entered the room and sat down at her feet, no longer trying to look into her eyes.

- Sleep, tomorrow morning will announce your punishment.

At seven in the morning, Katya was awakened by a loud, but icy shout: “Get up!” She barely slept at night, only fell asleep in the morning. Therefore, it did not immediately respond.The slap completely brought her back to reality.

- I said get up. You have 20 minutes to clean up. I'm waiting for you in the kitchen. Oh yeah, no clothes. I'll dress you later.

Katya hastily washed herself, put herself in order, braided her hair in a braid. And she came to the kitchen. On the table she saw a tray with six anal plugs, each of them was wider and longer than the previous one. A tube of anal lubrication lay nearby. Also on the table was a bag with something soft. The owner in a dressing gown was sitting on a chair. She knelt down.

- Here is your punishment. Now I will insert the first cork to you. Every two hours you will take out the previous one and insert the next one, at 5.00 pm you will meet me in the hallway, standing with cancer, butt to the front door, with the last traffic jam in the ass. Now turn and spread your buttocks with your hands.

Katya obeyed. With horror she saw ahead of her torment for the day. The owner plentifully greased her hole with grease and with one deft movement drove a cork into it. The smallest.

- Stand up, hold the cork.

Katya rose, trying not to drop the subject in her ass. She squeezed her buttocks tight.

“These are your clothes for today.”

In the hands of the Boss were panties, white, deep to the waist, completely covering everything. Katya never wore these. In her wardrobe there were only thongs, if the Boss allowed them to wear them. But the last six months, she rarely used panties at all. Katya took them and put them on. Panties pressed cork. Ah, that's what they are for ...

- And this...

The owner handed her the same iron-burned shirt. Katya put it on herself. The shirt was great, it rolled up its sleeves, but still it gave little aesthetics.

“Now you will remember all day long what you are being punished for.” Now prepare your breakfast, I have to go.

The owner went into the shower, and Katya took up the usual morning activities. Here are just cowards tightened her body, and the tube inside interfered all the time.

In the hallway Kate received the latest instructions.

- Today you will wash the floor in the whole apartment, with your hands, I hid the mop, you can not even search. And you understand that changing traffic jams in turn is in your interests. Paste the latter just so it will be difficult. So pity yourself and do it right. And do not dare to touch yourself! In the evening you will be flogged. Brutal whipping. But you asked for it yourself.

And the Boss left, leaving Katya in complete confusion. For what? Are shirt and iron so expensive? What should she suffer for? The master has always been so kind. But she had not committed such offenses before. Katya sighed, drank tea, started the alarm clock at 9:00 am to change the cork to a larger one, and went to the floor.

The alarm clock rang. Kate got on all fours, let down her pants and pulled out the cork. She flowed, her pants were wet, I wanted to caress myself, to finish, but she remembered the order. Liberally smearing the next cork, Katya inserted it into her ass. I got to my feet, I realized that with this one it was even harder and with horror I thought of the following. Every two hours Katya changed traffic jams. with the last but one it was already difficult to move. The legs did not close, the priest burned with fire. Tears now and then wrapped around his eyes. And the panties got wet more and more. But you had to cook dinner. Last two hours left ...

At 16. 45 another alarm clock rang. It's time ... Katya let her wet pants slip down to her knees, smeared the last cork, looked at her - she was gigantic. How can she? How to do it? Time inexorably went forward eight minutes before the arrival of the Boss. And Kate began to act. Thanks to the previous traffic jams, her hole has already expanded. In this, the Master was right when he made her gradually increase in size. She put a huge head in her hole, relaxed, and began to enter the cork inside. Moving her muscles a little, she pulled her inside. But all the same, she was hurt, very hurt ... again, tears, Katya even screamed at some point, but she managed to do it. She pulled on her underpants again and realized that she had flowed even more. Now she wanted to touch her girl, to calm her, but she did not dare. Katya knelt in the hallway, widely ...