When they arrived
home...Mistress told her slave that she would like to see her slave in his new
outfit...but first there was the matter of his disobedience to
be addressed!!! He knew when he hesitated at the shoe store that he had
insulted his Mistress and that this would incur a punishment...he was confused
and humiliated by the experience...but somehow aroused...she told him to
undress and assume the slave position for waiting...he stood there at the end
of the dining table and waited...Mistress took her time to ready herself and
decide what punishment was most suitable!!!
She was not impressed
with his behaviour and decided that she would cane him...and that certain
privileges would be removed...she told him that for the next 7 days...he
would be kept in strict bondage...he would be gagged and plugged and kept in
chains!!! of course he would still have to perform his daily chores...but he
would have to submit in writing any request for toilet or food...
She told him to bend
over...and that he was to receive 50 strokes of the cane...and after each he
would repeat the number...followed by Mistress Neta!!!
At the completion of
this punishment... he thanked his Mistress and kissed her right hand. She
told him he could now model his new outfit for her...he scurried off
to change...and when he returned...he was transformed...she admired her
slut and said that all she needed was a wig and some make up and
he/she...could pass as woman!!! Mistress then decided to test this theory...she
made up her slut and told her they were going to the shops...he was
terrified...but there was no way he was going to hesitate...they drove to the
channel court shops at Kingston...and they walked through the mall...stopping
to admire the women’s clothing stores...he stuck close by her side...he was
trembling...under his make up he was blushing...crimson red!!! she decided that
she wanted a bottle of sparkling wine... and told her slave to get it for
her!!! Mistress sat down outside the store, so that she could witness his
humiliation...he loped around the store and purchased her favourite bottle of
wine...the girl at the counter smirked...it was obvious what I was...she told
me to enjoy my wine and to come back soon...I hurried out the store and stood
by my Mistress...my humiliation was complete.
They returned home
from the shops and his Mistress was not impressed...how could he be so
disrespectful to her...in public none the less...she was furious!!! They did
not speak in the car on the way home...he tried to make polite
conversation...but Mistress told him to be quiet...he knew that he was in
trouble...he could tell by the way his Mistress had scolded him in the car...he
opened the door for her and tried to be as helpful as he could...but the more
he tried...the more irritated she became. She told him to strip...stand in the
corner and face the wall...she left the room. He stood there for half an
hour...whilst Mistress freshened up after her day in the city...I was trembling
at the thought of what might ensue...Mistress took her time and prepared
herself...when she returned to the lounge room she told me to bend over the
back of the couch...as I turned...I could see she was holding her cane...I
accidentally made eye contact with her and she swung the cane up under my
chin...she raised chin...I tensed up...she looked me in the eye and told me
that I obviously needed to learn some respect!!! She told me to bend over...and
that I was going to receive a severe canning!!! I was to count each blow...and
after each...I was to say my Mistress's name...Mistress Neta!!!
The first strike
brought a tear to my eye...I counted...One Mistress Neta...To Mistress Neta...the
caning continued until Mistress was a satisfied that I had learnt my
lesson...the count was 43...I was trembling...tears streaming down my face...I
was huffing and puffing...I could hardly stand up...Mistress informed me that I
could have a rest...such a generous Mistress...but that She was going to
continue...until I had received 50 strikes from her cane...I was
terrified...I thought I was done...I collapsed on the back of the couch...and
Mistress took her seat on her throne...she sat back and admired her
work...had her slave endured enough? she thought not...she knew that he could
take some more...and that a lesson was not learnt...unless it ended in tears...
The blood was seeping
onto the towel slave was lying on the couch. Mistress told him to get up,
put a towel on the floor, and lay on his stomach. His arse looked
bruised, and the welts were angry red, bloody was seeping from a few of them
but that did not deter Mistress from continuing with the last 7 canings.
15 minutes had passed and it was time for the last 7. The look on slave’s
face was of terror at the thought of 7 more canings on his already pained
arse. He was not sure how he could cope with such severity. He bent
over the couch, and waited. His arse cheeks were clenched, and his mind
was kicking into gear in preparation for the raw pain. Whack. 44
Mistress Neta. It stung, and his knees almost buckled. He broke out
in a cold sweat. Whack. 45 Mistress Neta. His legs were trembling.
Whack. 46 Mistress Neta. His arms were having a hard time holding
him up… the pain was burning. Whack. 47 Mistress Neta. One
knee collapsed. Mistress said in a controlled voice… get that knee up now
or you will endure another 10 canings. You straightened up
immediately. Tears were in your eyes, sweat was pouring down from under
your armpits. Whack. 48 Mistress Neta. Slave sobs.
Whack. 49 Mistress Neta. In his head, hurry please Mistress I can’t
cope with any more pain. Your whole body was shaking and you could feel
more blood trickling down the back of your thighs. Whack. 50
Mistress Neta. slave sobbed quietly in relief. Mistress said
now remain in that position, as She was going to apply something to distract
her slave from the caning. She went away, a few minutes later
returned. You heard a lid pop open, and were thank you for your Mistress
in helping you get pass the caning pain. You felt better… until the
liquid hit your skin. It burned. Oh my goddess, my Mistress had
applied lemon juice to slave's welts and the stinging was agonising, absolutely
excruciating. Mistress laughed. slave fell to his knees and
screamed. I came forward and stood on his fingers with my
boots. Now that will teach you for hesitating when I ask you to do
something… slave sobbed in anguish, tears streaming down his face, and said
“yes my beautiful generous Mistress Neta! I’m so sorry it will never
never happen again. Please.”
slave cowered on the
floor and sobbed uncontrollably...his Mistress took her place on her throne and
watched...she enjoyed the sensation and feeling of power that came from
delivering such a beating!!! slave had never experienced such pain...he was
consumed by her power and exhausted by her treatment...he sobbed himself to sleep
and lay on the floor...like a piece of meat...after about half an hour Mistress
decided it was time her slave came too...she approached her slave and knelt
down to check on him...she put her knee into his back...and grabbed his hair
and pulled his head back...he struggled as he woke...he was disoriented...but
soon realised where he was...she looked into his eyes...and told him it was
ok!!! He was on fire...his every inch was burning and throbbing...she patted
his arse with the towel...
and I moaned...I
thanked my beautiful Mistress for her consideration...and kissed her hand to
show my devotion...and appreciation!!! There was no escape from the pain...it
was intense...and I did not know how she could be so cruel...when she entered
that space...there was no turning back...you could see it in her eyes...the
burning desire...the look of a predator...I had not seen it before...and it
scared me...but I was so deeply connected and in love with my Mistress...that
nothing else mattered...I knew that she was only doing what was best for
me...and training me to serve her...and be her perfect slave...the journey that
we had begun...the journey of a slave...this journey had chosen me...it is not
something that many would choose...but for a very select few...it was something
they were compelled to do...to give yourself over to another...so
completely...and submit to the darkness within...is very powerful and takes
great strength and courage...you need to have a heart of stone...and the will
to survive...yet be prepared to show undeniable love and commitment to your
Mistress!!! These are the characteristics that make a slave...the
characteristics that I have in spades...and my Mistress knew it...she could
tell by the way I looked at her...with passion and devotion...she admired my
alpha male strength and confidence...and enjoyed her ability to harness this
force...to control this man...to make him her slave...
She decided after
such an intensive scene it was time to pamper her slave, after all, she was
really – c.r.u.e.l. – so she decided to permit him to have an easy day.
He was so grateful for his Mistress’ generosity. What a woman. So
in his waiting position, slave awaited to hear what his beautiful Mistress had
to say.
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