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“Good morning, ****,” Razir nudged her awake. “You’re still asleep after your master has awakened. In Yaviskas, you’d be whipped raw for that.” His voice was different, harsh. His eyes were piercing, the gaze made her shiver a little. Perhaps this would be a little exciting after all.

Lydia stirred, suddenly remembering last night. “Sorry, master.” She smirked at him.

“Why are you smirking? Go and fetch my breakfast.” He slapped her ass as she got out of bed. It hurt enough to make her yelp.

She hurried off to the kitchen and returned with Razir’s breakfast. He ordered her to kneel while he ate it.

“Your posture is all wrong,” he said between mouthfuls. “I’ll have to fix that.”

Lydia’s heart raced at the thought of today, it was going to be a sensual mixture of lovemaking and pleasurable pain. She couldn’t wait.

It turned out, she couldn’t have been more wrong.

Lydia went hungry-her punishment for oversleeping-then Razir worked on her posture. He worked on it with the hard smack of a cane on her ass cheeks until her back was straight and she was knelt as upright as possible, her hands behind her back, holding the elbows.

“Now wait here,” he ordered.

Lydia had never been more humiliated in her life, but the pain and degradation only aroused her further. As she waited for Razir, she could feel her desires building within her, the ache for him growing more intense with every passing moment.

Finally, he appeared in the doorway, a smirk on his face as he looked down at her naked body, savouring every moment of her submission.

"I see you've learned your lesson," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Lydia couldn't help but whimper quietly, her body trembling in anticipation. She had never felt so dirty, so filthy, and it only made her crave his touch even more.

“On your feet,” he commanded.

Lydia rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving Razir's as she slowly approached him. Her hands fell to her sides. His gaze was intense, almost as if he could see right through her, to the very core of her desires.

As she reached him, he placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her lips. "You're a good girl," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "But there's still so much more I need to teach you."

Lydia couldn't help but moan softly, her body trembling with need. She craved his touch, his dominance, the way he made her feel so utterly and completely his.

Razir smile deepened, his eyes sparkling with lust. "Back on your knees, Lydia," he commanded, his voice firm yet seductive. “Now, when you stand again, keep your hands in that same position, and let’s sort that posture again.” He held the cane menacingly.

Lydia trembled as she obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest as she once again assumed the position he had ordered. She could feel the heat radiating from the cane in his hand, and the thought of the pain it could bring sent tickles of pleasure down her spine.

Razir smirked at her, his eyes filled with a devious satisfaction. "Every time you make a mistake, you will be punished. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master," Lydia whispered, the words barely escaping her lips. She was so aroused; she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs.

"Good. Now, you will stay there until I tell you otherwise."

Lydia nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She was his, and she knew it.

As the hours passed, Razir put her through various tasks, always watching her like a hawk to make sure she didn't slip up. With each passing moment, Lydia grew more and more drawn to her master, the feeling of submission and his power over her only heightening her desire. But she knew better than to let herself get carried away; she had to focus on obeying his every command.