Mistress sat back on her bed… and rested for half an
hour. She got up washed her hands as she
could smell her slave’s shit on her. She
changed into a black t-sheet, black panties and a pair of her older high heels,
tied her hair back and walked back downstairs.
She stood in front of her slave who was sniveling in
his cage. She laughed inwardly at his
pathetic-ness. The bitch is crying like
a baby and I haven’t even been that harsh.
Come here slave, and look at me.
Slave came out of his cage, his eyes red rimmed and his nose
snotty. Mistress leant forward and
whacked him around his head. He
whimpered a small grunt. OK, bitch, come outside with me by crawling on your
hands and knees. Slave followed
Mistress. It was dusk, and their home
was surrounded by bush so no one could see into the backyard. She chained him up against the house, face
against the wall. Now bitch, after
stinking up my hand after that fisting, its time to give you a little clean
up. Mistress walked around the corner,
brought the garden hose with her. slave
did not turn around, he knew what was going to happen. It was a warm night and mosquitos were
buzzing around him. Mistress turned on
the tap, knelt down in front of bitch slave’s arse, and guided the nozzle of
the hose up his arse. It was easy to
access particularly after the fisting.
She then turned the nozzle and water sprayed up into his arse. Water spurted back out mixed with shit and
lubricant. Slave pushed himself up
against the wall because of the coldness, and pressure of the water. Mistress laughed, highly amused. She pushed the hose in some more until it
held and moved back. She watched some
mosquitoes landing on his shoulder and face… sucking on his sweet blood. He was moaning. Mistress pushed his head into the brick wall,
and whispered shut the fuck up, slave and take it like the bitch you are. For 5 minutes, the hose guzzled water up his
arse, the mosquitoes were coming out in droves, feeding on him. Hilarious.
Mistress walked away and turned the tap off. Pulled the hose out, and then moved the
nozzle to slave’s mouth and said, suck it clean. Any residue shit must be removed. Slave sucked like the cocksucker he really is. Mistress chuckled, and pushed him forward
where he bumped his head on the wall… again.
Mistress still in an outdoorsy mood, broke off a pittosporum branch and
began beating her slave with it. Thin
branches were scratching his back, leaves were flying everywhere, slave was
groaning in pain, Mistress was laughing and telling him what pathetic piece of shit he was… and why would
she want him as her slave when he cried like a wimp at the drop of a hat. He was not a man, he was shit. She kicked him up the arse with her pointed
shoes. He screeched as part of the shoe
squashed his balls into the wall. After
half an hour, Mistress became bored and stopped. She unchained her slave and made him crawl
back into the house. He was scratched, and superficial blood wounds were
beading on his sweet skin. Still on his
hands and knees, she reached between his legs, grabbed his balls and twisted
them so hard, he actually yelped like a wounded dog. It was beautiful music to her ears. He did not fight her though, he remained in
place and accepted her wraith.
She
inspected his mosquito bites. Exquisite.
They would be itchy soon.
Mistress really was enjoying tormenting her
slave. She hadn’t had this much fun in a
while, and yes she was having fun. She
told him to lay on his back and put his arms and legs up like a dog wanting his
stomach scratched. It was a humiliating
position for him but he complied.
Mistress proceeded to apply pegs to the sides of his stomach as he
remained in the dog on back position. He
watched her. She looked at him and his
look was so pitiful. 20 pegs on either
side. slave could feel his body cramping
slightly but daren’t move for fear of setting off another frenzied punishment.
Mistress went away for a moment and returned with her delcrin cane. Slave felt
despair, and fear. She moved to his feet and proceeded bastinado. She requested he not move his feet as she
caned them. It hurt. Slave was in
pain. He wanted to move but didn’t. The pain was intense and tears leaked from
his eyes. After 50 strokes to the bottom of his both his feet, Mistress
stopped. He was in so much pain but had
not moved too much during this punishment.
Mistress then moved back to the clothes pegs… and
slowly removed them. He hissed in
pain. This was awful but he could feel
himself becoming numb to it all. The
sadism she was lavishing upon him was extensive. Slave had accepted the torment his Mistress
was giving him, and he could not protest.
He belongs to Mistress and whatever She wanted to do, he had no control
or desire to object.
Mistress inspected the peg marks on his skin. Disappointing. She would have liked to have seen more
damage. She kicked him in the side of
his arse. Leant down to his face and bit
his cheek extremely hard. She could see
the teeth marks. Slave yelped. Mistress told him to put his arms and legs down,
and crawl back to his cage. She said she
would be back in an hour. Mistress
walked upstairs, and slave felt despondent.
His Mistress’ absence dulled the room.
He wanted her to be closer… he craved to feel more of her wrath.
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