My baby slave arrived home at 4.30pm. He is a punctual male. We live in a quietish
neighbourhood with
beautiful water views and surrounding bush.
I was waiting for him on my throne.
He immediately came to where I was seated, kneeled at my feet and kissed
my extended right hand. He waited for
the next instruction. Baby slave I require a glass of red wine, and some cheese
and fruit… before he moved off, I requested he remove his clothing. I looked into his eyes as he removed each
item of clothing. He has such a
beautiful body but my eyes were on his blue eyes – enjoying his flushness. Once he was standing naked in front of me, I
looked him up and down. My eyes rested
on his magnificent cock which was hard, as per usual, when he was in my
presence. I then waved my hand and
reminded him to go get my refreshments.
Off the sexy creature loped.
My baby slave returned with my refreshments. Knelt, held my glass of wine and platter for
me. As I enjoyed the image of my
beautiful bitch, I had small talk about my day.
All very ordinary in this extraordinary life of ours.
Then, I said baby slave you missed your midday
text to me by 10 minutes. You were
immediately apologetic and proceeded to make excuses for being late in texting
me. Punctuality is important to me. You appeared nervous all of a sudden. I smiled, and looked away. I turned towards you again, and said, baby
slave – over on the table there is my delcrin cane – bring it to me. You turned, stood up and slowly went to
collect it for me. You attempted to
apologise again but when you saw the look in my eyes – you knew, there was no
use giving an explanation, you were going to be punished.
I stood up, you knelt down. I stated – on your hands and knees, bitch,
this is going to hurt you more than me.
You went into the position. Your
face was sad, and flushed. Sad that you
had disappointed your Mistress, flushed because… well, you were being caned and
it was something you were starting to secretly enjoy… although not so much
secretly any more since your Mistress is quite perceptive. You were about to receive 10 canes on your
bitch arse. After each whack, you were
to count, then say thank you Mistress .
1, 2, 3 etc.
After the 10th whack, you had tears in
your eyes, and the pain you felt was awful yet cathartic.
You heard my voice through the fog of pain, turned
to me, and the cane was still in my hand.
I said kiss the cane that loves your skin. You did.
Now take it back to the back to the table and come kneel in front of me
again. You did.
Now baby slave what lesson have you learnt from this
punishment? You responded. I must be punctual in my texts, Mistress . You are such a kind Woman to remind me about
improving my service to you.
I smiled.
You were relieved that I had accepted your response. Your arse was hurting, burning, a little
numb… but you were happy. Happy knowing
you were loved by this beautiful majestic Woman, who was quiet in her dominance
and only showed it when it was necessary.
I love Mistress with my whole
body and soul.
I beckoned you to me, and you came into my
arms. I kissed your eyes, your nose,
your forehead, your lips…and whispered, how special you are. Then I said, now, baby slave, what are you
going to cook me for dinner?
I smile, then whack you on the arse with my bare
hand.
***
Slave, I’m in the mood to be a little
sadistic. Let’s go down to our ‘dungeon’
so I can hurt you. You immediately
responded “yes, Mistress”. Already
naked, I observed your/my cock start to become erect – I thought, he is such a
slut.
Now slave, go to that wall, I’m going to shackle
you – wrists and ankles. Spreadeagled,
naked, delicious, I approached you. Baby
slave, I have decided not to blindfold you this evening, I want you to see how
turned on I get when I hurt you. My eyes
glint, I snarl, and my cunt drips with the excitement of beating you.
So, which implement should I use… all the while I
am preparing, you are looking at your awesome Mistress . She is wearing a black bra, black suspender
bel 6 straps, fishnet stockings, 6 inch stilettos, hair wild, bright pink lipstick,
dark eye-makeup, and dripping feminine sexuality. You are pulled out of your reverie, when you feel
the first whack of her heart shaped crop.
Are you paying attention, bitch?
Yes, Mistress. OK sweet bitch, I
am going to leave heart shapes all over your body – this is going to hurt,
sweetie. You endured 15 minutes of
cropping all over the front of your body, even your cock and balls received
attention. Your head was hanging down by
that stage, you were whimpering in pain – all the while, your Mistress was
teasing you about how much of a wimp you were.
She taunted you about what your work mates would say if they saw you
being dominated by a Woman and the teasing that would be directed towards
you. Your Mistress was very amused by
the thought of them seeing you helpless and trapped… and conversationally
throughout the cropping, taunted you on what a little bitch you were.
Next, the clover clamps were attached. Clothes pegs were attached to your balls and
you were non-stop groaning by now.
Perspiration was dripping down your body, and Mistress just slapped your
face for being pathetic.
Next, the leather flogger came out. I flogged you for 30 minutes all over the
front of your body. The redness was
delicious. You were marked on all parts of your white skin. The clover clamps had been removed earlier
and your nipples were sensitive which I continued to ‘accidentally’ flog just
to hear you scream.
I placed my finger to the opening of my Cunt which
was wet, brought the finger to your nose to let you smell how excited you made
me. Then made you lick my finger clean.
You had been shackled for 45 minutes. I decided to go get myself a drink of
water. I came back 15 minutes later and
you were quiet, head lolling, but your arms and legs were trembling. I said baby slave – do you want to cool down with some
water. You replied, yes please
Mistress. I threw a glass of ice water
all over you, and laughed. You screamed
from the coldness and cruelness of your Mistress. Tears sprang to your eyes but your Mistress
ignored you as she went to select another impact implement.
Before the birch was applied to the fleshy parts
of your body, the pegs were removed from your balls. You screamed from the excruciating pain of
their removal. The blood rushing
back. I chuckled.
The birching started. I could see you weren’t too keen on the
feeling of these branches and you whispered “orange”. I stopped.
What, bitch, do you want me to stop?
You looked at me, and saw my eyes glowing. No, Mistress, please continue. I recontinued the birching but slowed the
pace slightly so my bitch could get used to the different sensation. He was so beautiful in his pain. After 15 minutes, the birching stopped.
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