Monday 26 January 2015

The Story - Part 9

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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