20....and hopes that number pleases her Master!

As she tried to steady her breathing, the black **** considered her options carefully. Her mind raced, trying to anticipate her Master's reaction to various numbers. If she picked too low, he would definitely double the number, sending her into a realm of pain she didn't think she could bear. But if she picked too high, she might endure an excruciatingly long punishment that would leave her completely broken as he would give her the full amount she picked.

Her decision was made even more difficult as she knew full well that he enjoyed spanking her, even when she had done nothing to earn or deserve it! She wondered if she should pick a higher number, so that he would enjoy her more? But her ass was already sore! And with her tits bound up, she certainly didn't want them spanked!

"Tick tock ****, hurry up!" His gruff voice broke through her thoughts, spurring her to action.

After a long moment of deliberation, she tentatively spoke up, her voice shaking with fear and anticipation. "...twenty, Master."

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he couldn't hide the smirk that spread across his face. "Twenty it is," he replied, his voice low and threatening. "Remember, your udders and rump are made for what ****?"

"They....they're made for your pleasure Master! Your use......and ****!"

"Good whore, very good girl!" He replied, standing and giving her hard nipple a quick pinch before heading down the hall to retrieve the spanking implement that will deliver the number she picked.

The thought alone sent shivers down her spine, but she refused to back down! She knew her place was at his feet, as his toy, her body devoted in service and submission to his desires.

She had made her decision, and now she would have to face the consequences.

All she could do was hope that she had chosen wisely.