The next day started as any other, the slave awoke and prepared his
Mistress's breakfast...but today was different, today...he was not wearing his
collar...he had been stripped of it...and told he would have to earn it back...to
prove his worthiness...to prove his devotion to his Mistress!!!
She had decided that over the next 7 days...he would have to endure the
7 deadly sins...one for each day...and at the end of the week , she would
decide on his future.
Although not a religious person...his Mistress had high moral
expectations...and these 7 sins...or perhaps virtues...were how she had decided
to test her slave!!!
He would endure each...in a test of his strength...in a test of his
character...in a test of his commitment to his Mistress.
Wrath - Strong vengeful anger or indignation: "A gentle answer
turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger"
On the first day he would feel her wrath...She sat in her throne...and
he knelt down before her...eyes down...in servitude...she told him that his
behaviour had brought them to this place...that he had shown her contempt and
disrespect...that she now questioned if he was worthy to serve her...he tried
to explain...whack!!! she struck him across the face...with an open handed
slap...she had never hit him so hard...and it knocked him to the ground...he
looked up at his Mistress...and she struck him again...she was angry...and he
was afraid...she scolded him...how dare you look at me...you are a slave...and
your disrespect will not be tolerated...the slave took his position on his
knees, in front of her again...she told him that he would endure her
wrath...that she was going to hurt him in ways that she had not done
before...and that she would test his very self...and she would break him!!! the
slave was scared...he knew that this was not going to end well for him...but he
loved his Mistress...and he would do whatever it took to regain her trust.
She told him to go to the dungeon and wait for her...she told him to
stand in the corner and face the wall...he did so, and he waited...beads of
sweat began to trickle down his forehead...it was dark and cold...and he was
unsure of what might transpire...when the Mistress entered the room, she came
up behind the slave and grabbed him by the throat...she reached around and
grasped it firmly...squeezing the life from him...she whispered in his
ear...that this was for his own good...and that he would thank her for it
later!!!
She released her grip...and he fell to the floor...gasping for air...she
stood on his hand...pinning it to the floor...he cried out in pain...and she
laughed...what a pathetic slave you are...she kicked him in the stomach and he
coughed...she walked away and admired her slave...he cowered on the floor...she
picked up her whip and uncoiled it...he didn't dare look...but he could hear
it...she cracked the whip and it struck the floor next to him...he
flinched...he had not felt this one before...it was a long leather bull
whip...with a tail at the end...and when it made contact it cut into the
skin...leaving deep welts and bruising...the slave cowered in the
corner...and the Mistress whipped him...she was merciless...she was
ferocious...and she hurt him...she struck him several times and with each
blow he cried out in agony...when she stopped...he sobbed...and she looked down
on her slave and felt satisfied...this day was going well...she had him right
where she wanted him...she left him sob...and went to enjoy a cup of tea...when
she returned, he would be given some more...
When the Mistress returned, the slave was sitting in the corner...he was
scared...he knew that his Mistress intended to break him...and he was unsure of
what to expect...he knew that he must endure her wrath!!!
She entered the room and stood before her slave...she extended her right
hand for her slave to kiss...he did...and he held it for a moment before she
withdrew...she told him to stand up, she took him by the wrists and chained him
to the wall...he was helpless...at her mercy...and she enjoyed the feeling of
power and control. She paced the room...looking at her slave...she watched him
like a predator watched its prey...he did not look at her...he was trembling
inside...she took her flogger from where it hung on the wall...and ran it
through her hands...she enjoyed this implement...she liked the weight of
it...the feel of it...and the pain she could inflict with it...the slave was
hanging from the wall...he grit his teeth for what was coming...and she
started...she flogged him repeatedly for an hour...she flogged him hard...he
was in tears...he hung from his restraints...unable to stand...tears streaming
down his face...when he tried to answer her questions...he could only spit and
splutter...he headbutt the wall in agony...trying to absorb the punishment that
his Mistress was so intent on delivering...she was relentless...she was
powerful...and in control...each blow extracting an ounce of his soul...each
breath invoking another response...he was at her mercy...and there wasn't much
of that...she stood back to admire her work...his body was covered in
marks...there was severe bruising and some broken skin...blood was dripping
from his shoulders...and his head hung low...the Mistress sat back in her chair
and pondered the scene before her...she allowed her slave to rest...she told
him that they were not done yet...and that he had plenty more to come!!!
She released him from his bonds...he fell to to floor...she told him to
lick her boots...he got onto his hands and knees...and kissed each boot...he
tried to show her his devotion...he licked them and stroked them and lavished
them with his spit...the Mistress stood over her slave and looked down on
him...what a pathetic creature...his feeble attempt to worship her was not
working...she crouched down and grabbed him b the hair...she turned his face to
look at her...and she spat in his face...she pushed him to the ground and
turned away...the slave laid motionless on the floor...and the Mistress took
her seat.
After 15min she told him to get onto the massage table...she restrained
him...he was helpless...she gagged him and blindfolded him...she placed the
clover clamps on his nipples...they bit down hard and he squirmed...she slapped
him across the face and laughed...next she took her wartenberg wheel and ran it
across his chest...he tensed...and clenched his fists...and she ran it down his
side...she took hold of his cock...and touched it on the tip...he tried to
withdraw...but there was no escape...she worked it over his cock and his
balls...and increased the intensity as she went...and just when he could take
no more...he was straining against his bonds...he was trying to kick and
scream...she smacked his cock...HARD!!!...this settled him down...she let him
catch his breath...what a generous Mistress...
As the day dragged on...it was clear that the slave was close to being
broken...he was sobbing and trembling...but she was not finished yet...she
decided that to finish off she would administer some pain to his bitch
arse...she released his ankles and resecured them to his wrists...he was now
laying on his back on the massage table with his ankles behind his head...his
bitch arse open to attack...she told him that part of being a slave was to be
available to his Mistress...and that it was her intention to take advantage of
this situation...she put on a glove...and lubed up his arse...she penetrated
him with 2 fingers...she massaged his arse until she inserted a third...soon she
had the tip of 4 fingers penetrating his arse...she bore down hard...and forced
them in...he was struggling...she could tell there was not much left...she had
the palm of her hand in his arse...and she was worked it in and out...tears
were rolling down his cheek...she decided it was time...she worked her thumb
into position...and drove her fist into his arse...it broke him...the tension
released...he went limp...the sight of her fist buried in his arse up to her
wrist was enough...she had taken him further than ever before...and now it was
time for the slave to rest...she released him from his bonds...and allowed him
to crawl into his cage...she left him to his sobbing...and returned to the
comfort of her bedroom...
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