She blurted it out it was fucken awesome.
Mistress smiled. She said you were right he is
beautiful and confident
and experienced. Mistress continued to smile proud of hearing such
positiveness about her slave. The switch continued to chatter about how feminine
slave made her feel, she felt vulnerable beneath him, he was confident in his
control, his touch was firm yet gentle. She wickedly smiled at me and
said, perhaps I could submit to him regularly with your permission of
course. Mistress smiled, and said no. He is my slave and this was a
one-off experience for him. Sorry, switch friend but I possess him; his
mind, body and soul are mine. No more sharing of him, well except for a
male or two occasionally. The switch shrugged, and accepted my response.
slave walked in freshly showered, he knelt down at his Mistress’ feet, head
bowed. Mistress requested he make fresh coffee and cut up the madeira
cake for our afternoon tea. Make up a fruit platter as well. Slave
loped away in his sexy way, and the switch watched him with pure lust.
Mistress was amused. Chat continued on whilst slave was preparing
refreshments. Mistress was entertained by the pure lust in switch’s eyes
as she tried not to watch slave. Mistress turned occasionally to look at
her slave and admired his fine physique. Yes, he was a fine specimen and
he was lucky to be in her service as she was a very fine FemDom.
At 5.00pm, the lovely switch departed and thanked
Mistress and slave for their hospitality. slave closed the door with a
smug look on his face. “Kneel slave”, which he immediately did.
And, Mistress slapped his face so hard he lost balance and fell to the
side. Then she leant forward and pushed him backwards. he fell flat
on to the floor. Go to your cage and wake me up at 7.30am tomorrow with
breakfast. Mistress walked off, went into her room, and closed the door…
slave retreated to his cage, content with his
service to his Mistress...yet somewhat confused as to her cold response. She
had sent him to his cage and slammed her bedroom door...he was unsure if she
was happy with how the day had gone...it was she who had requested this of
him...but he felt he had let her down...Mistress laid back in bed and
thought about her day, she had enjoyed watching her slave fuck the switch...but
she felt that he had been disrespectful to her...she felt that he had enjoyed
himself and that this was not what her intension was...the purpose of this
scene was for her to watch...and the switch to enjoy...the slave was merely a
participant in her construct...and this concerned her...tomorrow...he would
need to be taught a lesson!!!
In the morning the slave went about his usual
routine...up at 6.30am...prepare Mistress's breakfast at 7am...and serve her at
7.30am...he did so lovingly...with precision and dedication...but to no
avail...his Mistress was in no mood for light chat...he woke her gently...and
she shooed him away...he knelt by her bed and held her breakfast for
her...after 15min she sat up in bed to receive her breakfast...and was most
disappointed...her coffee was cold...her porridge was lumpy...and she was not
impressed...she threw the bowl of porridge at him...the thick sticky mess
dripped down his face...he flinched...but he did not respond...she told him
to get out and do it again...he immediately got up and returned to the
kitchen. He cleaned himself up and re made her breakfast...he took
particular care to make it exactly how she liked it...he returned to his
Mistress's side and waited...she looked down her nose at him...she said
nothing...so he waited...when she spoke....Mistress informed her slave
that for his tardy performance...he would be punished!!!
Mistress enjoyed her breakfast and her slave knelt
quietly by her side...he could tell that she was angry...and he was nervous for
what might happen next...when Mistress finished her breakfast she told her
slave to clean up the kitchen and report back to her...when slave had
finished his chore...he readied himself...he sensed that there was
trouble...and he reported to his Mistress.
Mistress was seated on her throne...he knelt
down before her...eyes down...and waited...she was dressed in a beautiful black
leather trench coat...double breasted with silk lining...it was perfection on
her...she had commented when he bought it for her...that it was even more
comfortable than her dressing gown...she was stunning...Mistress slipped on her
knee high leather boots...and she was ready!!!
She put her heel on his chest...with her toe
resting on his chin...she ground her heel into his chest and told him to kiss
her boot...he took her boot in his hands and kissed it...she whipped him across
the face with her crop...she told him that she was not impressed by his
performance yesterday...she told him that he had shown disrespect for her and
love for the switch...she whipped his face again...and asked...do you love the
switch?...No Mistress Neta...Whip...do you love your Mistress?...Yes Mistress
Neta...Whip...we will see...slave...Mistress sent her slave to the
dungeon...and told him to wait for her...when she arrived he was standing at
attention...trying to show his respect for his Mistress...she entered the
room...it was darkly lit...Mistress told him to face the wall...she came up
behind him...and pushed his face into the wall...and whispered in his
ear...today my slave you will learn the meaning of respect...you will submit to
me...and you > will consent to my actions...Yes Mistress
Neta...Mistress then chained her slave to the wall...it was cold...and he was
scared...Mistress paced the room and took her time...she knew that
with every second that past...the intensity would increase...she took her
flogger from where it hung on the wall...she ran the tails through her
hand...and she lined him up...she did not speak...she was done with that...and
she started...Whack...the first lash...the flogger whistled through the
air...and it stung...the slave tensed...his muscles strained...and he
grunted...he knew that he was in for a beating...he had not seen this look in
his Mistress's eye before...and it scared him...but he was strong...and he knew
that he would serve her well...the flogging continued for an hour...his back
was on fire...he could hardly stand...and his Mistress took her leave...to
refresh herself...she left him there and went upstairs...after 15min she
returned...and asked her
slave...Who do you love?...You, Mistress
Neta...Why do love your Mistress?...Because you are so kind Mistress Neta...You
think I am kind?...Yes, Mistress Neta...Even though I beat you?...Yes Mistress
Neta...We will see...slave...
Next the Beautiful Dark Mistress took her cane
from where it rested...she enjoyed the cane...because her slave feared it
so...she enjoyed how effective it was in correcting bad behaviour...she enjoyed
the sound that it made when it struck him...she enjoyed the pain that it caused
when it caressed him...she enjoyed his screams...as she connected with him...he
was her slave...her possession...and she could do whatever she wanted to him!!!
And proceeded to hurt him with other implements
because she was enjoying herself immensely. Inflicting such beautiful
pain on her slave. How cleansing for his soul to hurt, scream, moan,
groan, whimper, cry and accept that this was what his life was to be, forever
more,… to please his Mistress in any way she wanted and needed.
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