Susan screamed. The scream was a mixture of pain and relief, pain caused by the whip
which had just left its mark across her bare and unprotected breasts and relief from the
sexual frustration which her master/lover, and wielder of the whip, had forced her to
undergo for the last half an hour. She stood in the centre of a room, her arms stretched
tautly above her head, secured by the wide leather straps round her wrists which were
attached to an arrangement of pulleys hung from a hook in the ceiling. Similar straps
encircled her ankles and these were attached to a bar some eighty centimetres long to
force her legs wide apart. For clothing, for want of a better name, she wore a pair of
sling back stiletto heeled shoes, a wide studded leather collar around her neck forced her
head up, and a leather strap around her slim waist was attached to another strap which ran
down between her legs, parting her pussy lips before running up the crevice of her
buttocks to where it rejoined the waist strap. It was this that was the prime cause of
her frustration holding, as it did, firmly in place a busily humming vibrator embedded
deeply in her cunt and a very large butt plug which was equally deeply inserted into her
rear channel.
Only one hour before she had opened the front door of the house which she shared with
her lover Michael, on the table in the hallway was a small envelope addressed simply
“Susan”. She had seen such before and opened it with feelings of excitement and
trepidation which soon turned to mild sexual arousal as she read its contents. ‘Slave,
you will go immediately to the Room, undress, put on your straps and insert the toys you
find with them, then kneel and wait.’ It was signed simply ‘Master’. The butterfly
feeling in her stomach grew as she went up the stairs to the Room and taking a key from
her hand bag opened the locked door. She walked into an almost square room perhaps five
metres across. The floor was of bare polished boards with a single rug of oriental design
in the middle. The ceiling was about three metres high with a system of ropes and pulleys
hanging from a hook in its centre. One wall had a large wooden St Andrew’ s cross bolted
to it with eye bolts at the ends of each limb both top and bottom. A long wooden board
was fastened to another wall about four feet from the floor and an array of hooks held an
assortment of whips, crops, canes, paddles and other instruments of correction. Other
items of furniture included a sturdy bench some two metres long and a metre high covered
in black leather and a curious stool with a high back and a large dildo sticking straight
up from the seat.
Susan wasted no time in taking in the room’s bizarre contents, she had seen them many
times before, she went straight to the bench and looked at the items lying there. She
smiled and began to undress as instructed. She first removed trainers and socks, followed
by her loose cambric top and then after wriggling out of her tight jeans she stood clad in
bra and pants and ran her hands back through her luxurious mane of blonde hair. She
struck a pose before one of the four cheval mirrors in the room and then took off her bra
slowly almost coyly before dropping it to the floor and cupping her breasts in her hands.
She toyed with her nipples between finger and thumb, teasing them erect and stretching
them by means of the gold rings set in them until they stood proudly from each firm
breast. Her hands moved down her rib cage and glided across the gentle curves of her
belly stopping momentarily at the diamond stud set her navel before she extended one hand
across the silken smoothness of her panties and gently began to rub at the lips of her
pussy through the fabric. For a few brief moments she toyed with herself in this fashion
adding to her feeling of sexual excitement before slipping her hands under the sides of
her panties and sliding them down her thighs. Now completely naked she inspected herself
in the mirror hoping that the sight would please her master. She was proud of her large
firm breasts and tight well rounded buttocks, her legs were slim but with firm muscles
showing evidence of physical exercise all in all a pleasing package to present to even
the most critical of viewers.
I must hurry, she thought, rousing herself from her slightly smug inspection .
Going to the bench she picked up the pair of black hold up stockings and took them from
their wrapper. She pushed her left foot into one and smoothed it up her thigh before
doing the same with the right leg. Selecting a pair of broad leather straps she fastened
them firmly round her ankles, taking care to insure that the steel rings attached to them
were to the back, next came a similar pair of straps for her wrists and she thrilled at
the feel of the soft leather as it fitted snugly around each wrist. She struggled to fit
the heavy leather collar which was some six centimetres deep with intricate metal stud
work, the collar forced her chin up and always gave her problems but after a few moments
she had the two straps through the buckles and the collar was in place. A pair of black
sling back shoes with10 centimetre heels enhanced her 165 centimetres and she once again
gave herself an admiring glance in the mirror at the way the bondage straps and shoes
seemed to increase her nudity.
The last three items on the bench had caused her to smile earlier and she picked up one
of them. It was a butt plug, moulded of heavy latex some 15 centimetres long, from a
rounded tip, it flared out after about 10 centimetres until it was at least five
centimetres in diameter and then tapered in about three centimetres before ending in a
round base some five centimetres across, inset in the base was a metal ring. It was
always a surprise to her that she could accommodate this fearsome spear, for to her that
was just what it resembled; an enormous black spear with which she was about to impale
herself. A tube of KY jelly had been left on the bench, ‘how thoughtful you are Michael,’
she murmured to herself and began to coat the tip of the plug with the gel. Leaving the
plug standing on the bench she coated the tip of her right index finger with the gel and
standing with one foot on the floor and the other raised on one of the bench supports she
slowly eased her finger into the tight puckered ring of her anus, teasing herself and
slowly forcing her finger past the tensed ring of muscle. With her finger still thrust
deeply into herself she picked up the plug and using her finger as a guide pushed the tip
into her stretched hole and then withdrawing her finger she began to ease the plug in
deeper and deeper. She gasped as the plug stretched her sphincter muscle until it seemed
that she would tear apart but it, as always, stretched a little more until with a gasp of
relief she felt it slip past the shoulder and into place with the base plate tight against
the outside of her hole. She stood for a moment feeling the weight of the plug inside her
bowel and adjusting to the difference it made to her perceptions of herself. Once the
plug was in place she was no longer Susan but ‘Slave’; the straps and collar started the
process but once the plug was inserted she knew that she had relinquished control of her
life to her Master.
The second of the three items was a large vibrator, she raised it to her lips and
licked it hungrily for several seconds before putting it to the lips of her pussy and
switching it on. She moaned gently as she parted the puffy lips revealing the four gold
rings set two in each lip and the gold stud piercing the hood of her clitoris. Each
gentle thrust of the vibrator pushed it deeper and caused her to sway and moan with
pleasure.
I mustn’t come yet, the thought crossed her mind as waves of pleasure passed through
her.
Finally the humming device was almost completely inside her and she paused to gather her
wits before picking up the final item that, to her, completely symbolised the transition
from young independent woman to female slave. This symbol was a leather strap some five
centimetres wide with a studded design spelling the word ”SLAVE” she buckled it round her
waist and then threaded the thin strap that hung from the centre of the belt in the middle
of her back through the ring in the base of the plug and the other ring in the base of
the vibrator. Finally she buckled the end of this strap through the buckle on the belt by
her navel and snapped shut the small padlock, her enslavement was complete. She walked to
the centre of the room under the hoist and gave herself a final approving look in the
mirrors before kneeling down with her legs spread wide, buttocks raised in the air,
forehead pressed to the rug and hands out in front of her a picture of total submission.
As she knelt her mind was a whirl of sexual messages, some physical caused by the butt
plug and the vibrator others mental as she remembered past occasions in this room. The
wool smell from the carpet evoked particularly strong memories and she indulged herself in
a bout of sexual reverie which brought her almost to the point of orgasm as the vibrator
continued to do it’s mischievous work on her by now dripping pussy. So far was she gone
down the road to orgasm that she did not hear the door being gently opened, or the quiet
approach of her master who stood smiling down at his preoccupied slave.
Michael was about one metre eighty tall, of slim build with dark hair and wearing only
a pair of tight leather trousers. It was difficult to assess his age but if pushed most
would have said late twenties or early thirties. He was in fact thirty eight. His full
lips and broad nose hinted at possible African ancestry although his skin colour was that
of sun tanned European , his eyes were smiling as he took in the delights awaiting him as
his slave crouched on all fours prepared exactly as instructed. Susan was almost too good
to be true he thought, but still he could always find something to criticise.
“Sorry to disturb you my dear.”
Susan jerked at the sound of his voice and he reached down between her thighs grasping
her pussy lips and kneading them together, squeezing the vibrator in further and trapping
the thin strap between the lips. She lifted her head and moaned with pleasure.
”Put your head down,” he snapped and used his free hand to slap her left breast.
The slave gasped and quickly pushed her forehead back onto the rug. Michael continued
to squeeze her sex, the sensation was driving her wild but each time she approached orgasm
he appeared to sense it and slapped her swinging tits or arse. He was standing behind her
between her wide spread calves, hand between her thighs, squeezing her pussy lips with one
hand and toying with her stiff nipples with the other hand. After each blow to breast or
cheek he would switch hands and thus torment the other nipple. The sensations from her
breasts, pussy and arse combined into one, each blow sending her nearer to orgasm, the
only restraint was her promise to herself not to let him make her come before he did. She
concentrated on the pattern of the rug and tried desperately to ignore the demands of her
by now sodden pussy and the messages her nipples were sending. At the very moment when
she was about to let go he released her and stepped round to stand in front of her.
“Kneel up,” he commanded.
Shakily she pulled her shoulders back and knelt upright, the muscles in her thighs
trembling from her near orgasm. He towered over her but she was only interested in the
bulge in the front of his trousers. She looked up at him and ran her tongue around her
lips watching intently and waiting for his next move. It came as no surprise when he
quickly unzipped his trousers and wriggled deftly free of them to stand naked before her
with some 20 centimetres of cock jutting upwards to his navel.
“Please me Slave,” he commanded and stepped forward so that his erect cock was only a
couple of centimetres from her face.
Susan reached up and cupped his balls in her hands feeling pleased with this turn of
events. She began to lick his balls, trailing her tongue from the very base of the sac up
towards his straining cock before sucking first one and then the other ball into her
mouth. His sharp intake of breath made her smile inwardly, she might be the slave but at
this moment she was in charge. To emphasise this control she licked her right fore finger
and then slowly eased it into his back passage, this was rewarded with a gasp of surprise
and she resumed her attentions to his balls. Even though she was doing exactly as
commanded and providing her master with sexual pleasure she felt in command and began to
lick her way slowly up his cock whilst gently easing her finger up and down his arsehole.
It was this feeling of power over him that made cocksucking such a pleasure for her and
she put all her considerable experience to use.
Licking her lips she kissed the swollen tip of his cock, pushing the tip of her tongue
into the slit and tasting the salt of the small bead of semen weeping from it. She licked
the head as though it were an ice cream and then encircled the base of his cock with the
thumb and fore finger of her left hand squeezing its girth constricting the channel on the
underside of his cock. Her mouth engulfed him and she let her teeth graze the edges of
the helmet before sucking in deeply and taking over half of him into her mouth. She gazed
up into his brown eyes and noticed the almost glazed expression and the tremors across the
flat plain of his belly as his muscles spasmed. Such was her concentration on her task
that she had forgotten the vibrator and plug as she licked and sucked, raising her head
and then pushing down again, each downward thrust forcing more of his cock into her mouth
before slowly raising her head again and allowing her lips to travel the full length of
his tool. She teased him by allowing his cock to slip from her lips then circling it with
her tongue and at the same time thrusting her probing finger deeper into his hole. He was
very close to orgasm now and she increased the pressure of finger and thumb around his
cock before once again swallowing it almost to his balls and raking her teeth along it’s
length. He moaned and she felt him grasp her head with his hands trying to control her
movement but she moved subtly to keep her control, holding him with her mouth and licking
his cock tip at the same time.
Now, she thought.
She released her grip around his cock and cupped his balls in her hand digging the tips
of her nails into his scrotum and at the same time speeding the movement of her head
frantically fucking his cock with her mouth. His balls contracted in her hand, she felt
the spunk surge up his shaft and then jet forcefully to the back of her throat. She
hungrily sucked at his cock, milking him dry and enjoying her moment of triumph. Michael
almost collapsed onto her, resting his full weight on her shoulders and causing her to sit
back on her haunches.
Slowly the strength came back to his legs and he straightened up. He wiped his cock
through her hair and then grasping the hair at the back of her head he forced her head
back, their eyes met and she felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
“Now I must start your punishment, do you know why you must be punished?”
“No Master,” she answered.
“Because you are a vain and lustful little slut,”came the reply.
“Me Master,” she looked up at him feigning innocence.
“You slave. I’ve something to show you.”
He crossed the room and removed a black cloth which was covering a TV and video recorder
on a stand. She had noticed it briefly when she had first entered the room but such was
her hurry to complete her preparations she hadn’t given it a second thought. She also
noticed the cable running from it to a tiny TV camera high on the wall in one corner.
With growing realisation and resignation she watched as he pressed the video controls.
She heard the hiss of the tape rewinding and the click as it stopped. Michael switched on
the TV and started the tape. She watched herself enter the room and strip. Her preening
in front of the mirrors and playing with her breasts was all faithfully recorded. At the
point where she sucked the vibrator and inserted it she was looking straight at the camera
and there was no mistaking her arousal.
“Have I made my point?”
He had, she conceded to herself, but as she was to be punished anyway she might as well
make a game of it.
“Michael you’re a beast. That’s so unfair using hidden cameras and spying on me.”
He picked up her use of his name and her calling him a beast.
“You are forgetting yourself slave such disrespect alone earns you a whipping. You can
argue with me but you are vain and lustful how else would I have known how you would
behave in front of the camera?”
“I was only checking to see if I was pleasing to you Master.”
Even as she said it she knew that her behaviour with the vibrator gave the lie to her
protestations. He’d won, game set and match. She lowered her head to the carpet in order
that he wouldn’t see her secret smile of triumph. This was going to be a good session!
“Stand up,” he commanded.
She struggled to her feet feeling, once again, the vibrator and the plug.
“Spread your legs.”
She forced her legs wide apart with some difficulty balanced, as she was, on10
centimetre heels. He went behind her and she watched in the mirror as he attached the
long steel bar to her ankle straps thus enforcing her spreadeagled position. He reached
above her head and pulled down the bottom pulley of the hoist and then quickly attached
the clips of her wrist cuffs to the hook on it’s base. Hauling on the rope her master
raised her hands above her head until her arms were stretched taut above her. She looked
at her helpless form in the mirror and felt the familiar waves of pleasure sweep her as
she appreciated her total vulnerability, it never failed to excite her as the full nature
of her submission to the approaching pain was reinforced by the pleasure messages being
sent through her body from her cunt as the vibrator continued to stimulate her. Michael
had gone to the rack on the wall and returned holding a whip with nine half metre long
tails, he reached in front of her and held it for her inspection.
“To warm you up.”
She shivered in anticipation. He thrust the handle of the whip sideways against her
lips and she opened her mouth to grasp the handle with her teeth. She felt him against
her back and his hands slid down her flanks, onto her wide spread thighs his thumbs just
brushing the small strip of pubic hair just above the shaven lips. He caressed the
inside of her thighs, his hands moving slowly upwards towards the puffy lips of her
overstimulated sex. She forced herself back against him and felt his cock begin to stir
in the crack of her arse cheeks. His hands moved up again and she watched and felt him
take her breasts in his hands the finger and thumb of each hand finding each nipple and he
teased them into two erect rubber bullets. She continued to grind herself against him,
the waves of near orgasm radiating out from the very core of her body which was pierced
with the vibrator and plug. Susan fought to keep control as Michael’s right hand
relinquished her breast and slid down to squeeze her cunt. With his other hand he removed
the whip from her mouth and used the handle of it to force her head round until her lips
met his and his tongue forced them open to invade her mouth. This open mouthed kiss went
on, it seemed to her for an age, whilst his hand squeezed her pussy, taking her to the
very point of orgasm. He stepped back, the whip hissed through the air and fire burnt
across her right breast forcing a scream from her. The whip hissed again and her left
breast felt the impact and the pain, she screamed again and jerked against her bonds. She
watched in the mirror as he swung again and the next stroke cut across her right breast
just below the nipple and a further stroke lashed the same spot on the left orb. This
time she merely grunted and he continued to alternate the strokes from one by now reddened
breast to another, varying each stroke until both were an angry red.
He stopped and stepping forward thrust the whip handle between her lips again, his cock
was hard again now, she knew it would be, the sight of her writhing under the whip strokes
and hearing her cries of pain always aroused him. He pressed against her back, caressing
her burning tits and nuzzling her neck before planting a string of kisses on her neck and
ears. His hands covered her breasts and he tugged hard on the nipple rings forcing her to
arch her back as he stepped in front of her and bent to take her right nipple between his
lips, sucking it gently at first then harder before biting it. The pain was intense and
she cried out for him to stop but he merely transferred his attentions to the left teat
and began to massage her cunt lips with one hand forcing her attention back to the
vibrator still buried deep within her. Susan began to lose control again, the pain in her
breasts began to mix with the pleasure from deep within her cunt the edges blurring until
the two sensations became as one. She pushed herself against his hand and he slid his
other hand around her buttocks forcing the butt plug to move against the vibrator as he
still sucked and nibbled at her swollen nipples. She was coming, wave after wave , of
pleasure was sweeping through her when he reached up and took the whip from her mouth.
“Please no.” she gasped as she realised what he was doing, but too late.
He stepped back and the whip lashed out viciously to find it’s target which was the wide
spread cheeks of her arse. The blow was heavy and she screamed loudly. This seemed to
please her tormentor and he swung the whip with the same force again and again. The force
of the blows rocked her body and the flesh of her arse cheeks quivered violently with each
blow, whilst her screams had turned into a continuous wail. For a full two minutes he
lashed her, seeming to take great pleasure in finding the parts of her arse which caused
her the most distress. She writhed in her bonds, her initial loud screams muted into
whimpers now as each blow further inflamed her already crimson arse. She tried to control
the pain by concentrating on the effect her suffering was having on her Master. It
pleased her to see that his cock was rigid, the swollen head pushing back the foreskin and
the veins standing out along the shaft. Soon, she knew he would want to take her again.
Michael stepped forward until his cock was touching her belly, he lifted her chin and
smiled down at her. She felt his hand grasp her pussy and squeeze, the pain in her arse
seemed to vanish, she licked her lips, pouting at him, trying to make him kiss her. The
vibrator was starting to arouse her again but he dispelled such thoughts.
“Now for the back of your legs, then the front, then your belly and you can guess the
last place I’m going to whip.”
The words had a strange effect on her, she knew how the whip would hurt especially on
the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs and the knowledge that he was to whip her
cunt made her try to close her legs in vain, but the words still turned her on and she
tried to thrust herself against him but he swayed back and released his grip on her sex.
He stood back and raised the whip running his hand along the strands and pulling it tight
before swinging it back and striking her, as promised, on the back of her left leg just
above the knee. The strands wrapped round her leg as she had known they would and the
pain seemed to lance through her, but she had no time to recover before the next blow
landed on her other leg. He alternated the blows, each one a little higher up each thigh
until after about twenty or more strokes he was just missing her pussy and she was moaning
and gasping with the pain. Moving quickly he strode past her and she quailed inwardly as
she saw his smiling image in the mirror. The leather strands once again kissed her flesh,
striking her left leg. As before he alternated the blows from one thigh to the other
starting just above the knee and moving steadily upwards until after about two dozen
strokes he was just grazing the lips of her pussy. She tried to stop moving knowing that
the pain would be greater if she spoilt his aim but each time the whip coiled round her
leg and hit her inner thigh it caused her to writhe and wrung another agonised gasp from
her. Her legs were like jelly and she hung from the wrist straps gasping and trembling
and aware that the worst was yet to come. This time he did not stop and as he finished
striking her thighs he moved up to her belly, the first stroke landing just above the hair
line.
“Count them slave.”
She struggled to gasp ‘One’ before the second stroke hit under her rib cage
“Two” she gasped.
He kept up the merciless series of blows until she managed to gasp out ‘Twenty four’ and
hang trembling from her bonds.
Her body was on fire, the individual strokes had at first caused separate areas of pain
but now these had blended into one sensation of heat and this combined with her feeling
of total submission to his will was causing her to become very aroused.
I hope he fucks me soon, the thought kept passing through her mind, even though she knew
that she faced the intense agony of a pussy whipping before there was any prospect of
sexual relief. He stood in front of her, a little to one side and passed the strands of
the whip between her legs, holding the handle in one hand and the end of the strands in
the other he began to move them vigorously against her cunt lips. Sensation piled upon
sensation as the vibrator hummed busily away deep inside her and she felt the weight of
the plug in her stretched back channel. Her breasts, thighs and belly glowed with the
heat of the whipping and now he was teasing her cunt lips with the whip. He released the
strands of the whip and grasped her sore arse cheeks with one hand, forcing her against
him and grinding his rock hard cock against her belly. Bending down he kissed her, she
opened her mouth and let his tongue invade her, probing deeply.
Soon, please let me come soon, was her unspoken plea, unspoken because she knew from
experience that the more she begged for relief the longer he would make her wait.
The kiss seemed to last for ever and Michael brought his leg up between her thighs
pushing his thigh against her cunt and forcing the vibrator even further into her.
Suddenly he stopped and stepped away leaving her gasping for breath, he swung the whip
with a sharp wrist action causing the strands to spin in a circular fashion. He increased
the speed making the strands become a blur almost like the propellor of a small aeroplane.
“Push your cunt out towards me slave I want to whip it.”
Quaking inwardly Susan complied with his request arching her back and forcing her pussy
forwards. The movement forced her thighs further apart and her arse cheeks clenched even
tighter around the base of the butt plug. The whip strands were spinning upwards and
Michael moved towards her, positioning himself so that he was standing side on to her with
the spinning strands slicing upwards between her legs. She felt the draught caused by
their passing against her thighs and closed her eyes steeling herself for what was to
come. The tips of the strands touched her pussy and she winced.
“Don’t move slut,” he commanded and she forced herself to keep her back arched.
He moved the whip in and increased the speed of rotation even more, the whip slashed her
pussy lips and she screamed. It was, as she knew it would be, an almost continuous rain
of blows upwards between her legs striking the sensitive puffy lips of her cunt forcing
her to scream until she ran out of breath. She forgot his instructions and sagged
backwards away from the source of the pain until a savage blow across her arse from his
open hand forced her tortured sex back into the full force of the whirling leather.
“Do as your told or I’ll hang you by your ankles and whip you.”
This threat made her force her pussy forwards as far as her bonds would allow and the
final blows wrung further screams from her dry mouth. Finally the pain stopped and her
master stood before her smiling and running the strands of the whip through his fingers.
Michael stood behind her she felt him push his cock downwards following the cleft of her
arse until it slid between her legs. He pushed forward against her, his cock against the
leather strap holding the plug and vibrator. Once again the pleasure caused by the
vibrator began to overcome the pain from her mistreated body and Michael enhanced this
by caressing her thighs and belly, forcing her against him. He cupped her tits in his
hands, squeezing them and then rolling her nipples between finger and thumb before pulling
on the gold rings. Reaching up he freed the rope holding her hands above her head and let
them down, she slumped against him but he pushed her away.
“Kneel slave.”
She fell awkwardly to her knees.
“On all fours,” he commanded.
She knelt forward resting on her forearms and pushing her arse upwards. She watched in
a mirror as he walked across to his discarded trousers and removed something from a
pocket. He walked back to her, his erect cock jutting out proudly, and knelt between her
legs. She felt him tug at the belt around her waist and heard a click, the strap between
her legs loosened, and she felt him grab the base of the plug and pull. She gasped as the
flared ridge was pulled past the ring of her arse and then gave a low moan as she felt the
end of his cock replace the plug. The already stretched muscle gave little resistance and
he forced himself deeper into her, grasping the tops of her thighs and pulling her onto
his cock until she felt his balls touch the cheeks of her arse. He began to work his
prick in and out and she reached down between her legs with one hand to hold the vibrator
in her cunt. She could feel the helmet ridge of his cock as it moved in her bowel and
watched her master’s face in a mirror as he approached orgasm again. Her nipples brushed
repeatedly against the rug on the floor, this sensation combining with the vibrator to
bring her close to orgasm, but before she could reach a climax her lover gasped and gave
one last deep thrust into her before pulling out his cock and showering her back with hot
spunk. Michael sat back panting heavily as she tried desperately to bring herself to
orgasm with the vibrator.
“Did I tell you that you could do that?”
His words cut through the lust filled haze and she mustered her thoughts as rapidly as
she could. She knew better than to argue and framed her reply as carefully as she could.
“I’m sorry Master I lost control I do want to be a good slave, please punish me for
being so wilful.”
He leant forward and kneaded her arse cheeks with both hands.
“For such lustful behaviour I must make sure you remember your punishment for at least a
week, I think twenty four strokes of the cane are appropriate don’t you?”
So much for careful words, she thought. Twenty four strokes would leave her black and
blue for a week but there were worse punishments the previously threatened hanging by the
ankles being one.
“Thank you Master I am sure that will make me remember.”
She remained kneeling in the same position, hands clipped together in front of her,
resting on her forearms with her arse stuck expectantly upwards, legs spread wide exposing
her puffy mistreated labia. The vibrator slid from her with a thud and she felt a pang of
loss. Her master stood and crossed the floor to the wall rack before returning to stand
in front of her flexing a thin whippy cane. He flexed it between his hands bending it
almost into a circle and her heart sank, she remembered only too well the last strokes
from this implement of suffering and how she had begged in vain for him to stop before the
requisite number of strokes were completed.
“Do you want a gag my dear.”
She heard him and forgetting all her training she nodded dumbly before catching herself
and saying firmly.
“Thank you master I am sure that it won’t be necessary.”
She wasn’t at all sure but at least this forestalled him from imposing further
punishment for her lapse of manners. Michael smiled at this little exchange and moved to
take a position to her left in line with her upraised buttocks. He reached out with the
cane and traced a line up her thighs and across her cheeks and she watched in the mirror
as he raised the cane.
“You will count your own punishment, I will make the first stroke on your count of
one.”
She drew a deep breath and called ‘One’ loudly.
The cane hissed through the air and struck her left thigh just below her cheek. The
pain was worse than she remembered, she almost collapsed, it was so excruciating. Seconds
passed and her tormentor stood with the cane half raised awaiting her count, she forced
herself to call ‘Two’ in as firm a tone as she could muster.
Pain hissed through the air again to find her right thigh just below the cheek. The air
was forced from her lungs past firmly clenched teeth, but less time elapsed before she
called ‘Three’.
This stroke nearly broke her as the tip of the cane found her exposed pussy and she half
rose from her semi prone position shrieking with agony. Her master waited and she brought
herself under control determined not crack.
“Four,” she called and he placed another stroke a little higher up on her right cheek.
She was lost in a haze of pain but remembering past sessions she fought to concentrate on
counting the strokes and managed to call the next eight reasonably quickly. Her body
bucked with the impact of each hissing cut whilst she screamed through clenched teeth and
made a curious whinnying noise through her flared nostrils. The thirteenth stroke was
squarely across the centre of her arse cheeks and caught both labia as well, her back
arched and she threw her head back and howled with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Through tear filled eyes she looked at her master in the mirrors. He was standing
impassively, the cane slightly raised, waiting patiently for her to call the next stroke.
Gasping and quivering with the pain she forced herself to concentrate.
I will be a good slave, she repeated to herself over and over again like a mantra before
finally calling fourteen. The pain seemed no worse.
I will be a good slave.
“Fifteen” I will be a good slave.
“Sixteen”
Each blow moved further up the bruised and battered orbs but she had arrived at the point
where she was detached from the pain and the blows merely rocked her. Her final count of
twenty four was followed by a blow to the centre of her arse and again it hit her labia
but such was her concentration on her mantra that she merely grunted at the impact. She
felt triumphant, she hadn’t cracked even though, when halfway through the punishment, he
had hit her such a cruel blow. Her body trembled and she gasped for breath but she felt
as though she had won a great prize.
Michael stood behind her. He was impressed with her performance, never before had she
taken such punishment without begging for mercy. He knelt down and unclipped the spreader
bar from her ankles, and then standing he stood before her and grasped her forearms
pulling her gently to her feet. He kissed her lips.
“You have done well slave.”
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