The Story - Part 3

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Next, She allowed him to clean himself.  She removed him from his cage and hosed him down...but She did not clean out the cage...he would have to return to this squalor later!!!

Mistress then advised her slave that it was time for his punishment...she was not amused with his earlier behaviour and informed him that some correction was in order!!!

She chained him to the wall...with his back turned...she intended to flog him...she came up close behind him, towering in her stiletto boots, she grabbed him by the hair and whispered in his ear..."listen here bitch!!!  you are mine now and I intend to break you!!! you will be kept here in this place until I am satisfied that you are broken!!!"

"Then and only then will you be worthy to serve me...you will be re-programmed and made to yearn for my touch...I will hurt you but not harm you, and you will know what it means to be owned!!!"

Now I am going to flog you...bitch!!! and you are going to enjoy it...Understand?? "yes Mistress Neta."  I am going to inflict some serious pain on you...and you are going to thank me for it..."yes Mistress Neta!!!"

Mistress took her favourite flogger from where it hung on the wall and caressed it in her hands...smelling it and savouring the moment...she came up behind her slave and wrapped it around his neck...choking him and telling him that he was about to be beaten...as he gasped for air he could smell her delicious scent and it made him crave her even more.

Then without any warning she began...she started gently...what a generous Mistress...but quickly built up the intensity...as the impact continued and the force increased... I was on fire...my back was red with welts and bruised black and blue...she took me to the edge...and then released me from my hell...with a gentle kiss on my neck.  She told me that she loved me and that what she was doing was for my own good...then she started again...

She tired of the suede flogger and decided to use the leather flogger... heavier, and stingier.  he did not enjoy the sensations at all... this 'foe' was really quite painful and slave did not know how long he could cope with the punishment.  his mind floated away for a while to escape the relentless pain... he felt pieces of his mind leaving him, he was helpless to retain those parts escaping.  He was snapped back to attention when his Mistress slapped him on the side of face... for a moment, he felt himself rear up...rebellion still there, but realised the hopelessness of doing anything since he was shackled and had no way to escape... well, he could use his safeword, but then that would not help his case because he had signed a contract prior to this weekend induction and deconstruction of slave alicks.

"slave, are you still here with me or do I have to slap the other side of your face to keep you at attention."  you mumbled, a little stunned by the unexpected slap, “I am here Mistress.”

Mistress went back to using the 'foe' flogger, and slave felt himself break a little... in his mind.

The flogging went for half an hour, and your body was deep red, welts had appeared and there were some specks of blood here and there.  Mistress was moaning softly every little while...with pleasure at hurting her delicious pathetic bitch of slave.

The flogging was finally over, and Mistress unshackled her slave.  he collapsed to the ground, close to her feet.  She was looking down at him, and kindly said, "lick my boot, baby slave."   he stuck his tongue out quickly and got to lick her boot once before she brought back her boot and nudged him in the side of the head with the flat of boot.  I whimpered.  It was so hot to hear her bitch whimper.  The yearning he had for some form of touch to his Mistress was hurting him.  he needed her.  Mistress knelt down in front of him and he smelled her scent immediately.  he turned his head slightly to look between her legs and saw her Royal Cunt lips glistening.  he craved to taste her wetness.  She kicked him away again, stood up and walked out of the room, locking the door...without another word.

And so there he lay...broken and beaten...locked in solitary confinement...with no hope of release...how long had he been there? How long would the beatings last?? What would become of him and would his divine Mistress ever let him go???

She obviously enjoyed her power...the way she spoke, the way she looked at him...she knew she had him right where she wanted him. The line between reality and fantasy had already begun to blur...he was not even sure how long he had been there. It had only been 12hrs and already his Mistress had stripped away all sense of self...he had not slept...confined and shackled in his cage...not able to stretch or get any comfort. From his slumped position on the floor he could see only darkness and could still taste and smell his Mistress filth...he was descending into a world of pain and suffering from which there was no return!!! 

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