It had been many weeks since she found out that I had been masturbating without permission. I was terrified that she’d lock me up for a month with no release. Why wouldn’t she do that? I had certainly earned it. Instead, life went on as normal. I was behaving myself and only occasionally slipping on fitness chores. In fact, I had burned off a lot of the chastity days I owed her with some good boyfriend acts. It worried me a little that she was so generous with the rewards, but who was I to question her beneficence.
Sunday morning is often play time. We languish in bed chatting, cuddling with some light making out and fondling. It got us both turned on enough to send us for a cleanup before jumping back into bed to play. I’d normally do a thorough inside and out so that if she wanted to peg me or use her fingers there would be no difficulties.
I was a little surprised to come back to the bedroom after my shower to see her dressed in a black PVC skirt and corset, holding a crop.
Tapping it lightly against her thigh-high glossy red boots she said, “Lie on your belly, slave. Stretch out your arms and legs so we can get you good and restrained.”
I love it when she’s planned a scene. I always wonder if she’s playing along with the kink to please me or if she takes some particular enjoyment from it for herself. I honestly don’t mind what does it for her: sadism, humour, horniness, so long as she’s into it. And this morning, there was no doubt that she was on a mission and assuredly into it. She even looked a little excited.
In retrospect, I should have noted that was very odd for her. I would have been worried.
As it was, I was loving the way the morning was going and jumped naked onto the bed and reached out for the shackles attached at the corners. There were two pairs of custom made (by me) leather shackles that could take a tremendous amount of torque. Once on, there was no way to wriggle out and certainly not overpower them. I would be at her mercy with no way to influence the situation. And that’s exactly what had me turned on!
Once she had me bound and had carefully pulled on the straps to stretch me as far as I could go, she started to talk. Her demeanour was nothing like what I had experienced for quite a long time.
“Slave. I have had enough of messing around. Things are about to change dramatically.”
“A couple months ago, we discovered you had been breaking the rules by playing with yourself without permission. I think you thought I let it go. I DID NOT. I made a decision soon after that we would take this kink of yours and see if you mean it.”
Her voice wasn’t harsh or mean, just certain. She was an unstoppable force and she intended to see me move.
“To begin, you are going to learn to fear me. You need to learn that my instructions are to be followed to the letter instantly, always. You’ve paid lip service to this in the past, but from now on there will be no thought of disobedience or the consequences will be terrible.”
“I’m going to beat your ass until I think that you get it.”
“You have one last chance to end this. Speak up now and we’ll put this kink to bed for 6 months. If not then tell me that you want me to really take control and that you need to lose all your power.”
“What do you say?”
My mind swirled in horror and excitement. Of course I was going to say yes, but I was terrified by what that could mean. I couldn’t imagine saying no, not because I would miss our play (I would), but because I wanted to see what it would be like to have her genuinely take over – to really believe that defying her would be unthinkable.
“Well?”
“Yes mistress, please take over.”
“OK. You don’t know what you’re saying, but you will soon.”
She walked around the side of the bed looking down at me. “You have a nice bum, slave.” She leaned over and fit an open mouth gag and then wrapped another cloth gag on top of it. “It pains me to hurt you and to save myself some misery, you get the gags. I don’t really want to hear your screams.”
What?
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her reach back with a full swing and then leap down driving the flexible shaft with all her weight bringing the leather tip down searing a stripe into my bare bottom.
The pain was incredible. Nothing like the painful but manageable swats she had delivered before. No. This was not something I would ever want to experience again. But, with her raising her arm again, I could see that I was going to feel it over and over.
Stroke after relentless stroke followed. Tears instantly welled into my eyes as I screamed into the double gags. I tried to writhe away but there was nowhere to go.
My mind was shattered. I could only think of the searing fire and the explosive flareups as each stroke landed on the shadow of the last. I wanted nothing more than for it to stop but the strokes came in a brisk relentless rhythm each worse than the last.
After endless mindless tumult, I was surprised to realise they had stopped. I could hear only the deep breathing of my mistress who was trying to regain her breath after the sustained exertion. I just groaned into the sheet – my eyes burning from the tears and my body was covered in beads of sweat. There wasn’t a distinct stroke I could feel to measure one worse than another, only a sustained blanket of pain that had no intention of abating.
Still lost in my misery, I missed that my mistress had left for the bathroom. When she returned, I heard her working with something she had brought back.
“I’m going to tend to your wounds. I don’t want to hear from you while I do it and don’t flinch!”
I could hear the slosh of liquid and then a searing fire again on my abused and probably broken flesh. She continued to apply the alcohol, swabbing in lines across my ass. Each time I would bite down to quell the screams while forcing myself not to move.
We had crossed a line. There was nothing playful about this beating. It wasn’t a precursor to a night of kinky debauchery. No. This had been a lesson, a demonstration of power. She had exerted her will and demonstrated her ability to set the boundaries of our physical relationship. Each impact confirmed her supremacy and crystalized the obedience of my response in the future.
Neither of us spoke as she applied her dressing.
I was almost in a trance processing the change between us, so when I felt the collar sliding around my neck, I was jolted from my reverie.
“I’m padlocking this, so it is impossible for you to take it off. I’m using this to ensure your compliance. You may now feel like this lifestyle is not for you. It’s too late for that. You agreed and requested that I take control. This is what that feels like.”
“I won’t be taking the collar off until I have some other way to control you. I know you’ll comply because Zoom calls for work will be impossible with such an obvious slave collar. Do you understand?” To hear my confirmation, she slipped the gags free.
My mouth was dry as I filled in the consequences of what she was saying. In the past, whatever we did required my cooperation. I’m stronger and could figure out ways out of restraints, but that collar was a real problem when engaging with the vanilla world. I was trapped.
With excited butterflies in my belly, I realized I had no choice. “Yes mistress. I understand.”
She said nothing as she walked away leaving me to digest the last couple minutes. I heard the front door open and close and then nothing more.
The stress and adrenaline must have overwhelmed me as when I woke there were two feminine voices talking in the bathroom. My disorientation turned to shock and worry. Only my mistress and I were aware of the extent of our play. The woman in the bathroom was now a part of that circle and I didn’t even know who she was.
And then I did.
“Oh my! Look at that scarred ass. Not so tough now, are you?” Her slightly deep voice broke into a laugh. Aphrodite lived nearby and we loved her dearly, but despite being even kinkier than us she had been friend-zoned.
Many things had changed this morning.
“Your mistress wanted me to bring over a package that she had delivered to my house. I wonder what it is?”
“Pet. I’m going to turn you over. Keep in mind that I left the house with the keys to your collar. Don’t think for a moment that resisting us now is going to get you out of it.” I felt the clips release on the restraints so I could retract and move my arms to reduce the pain.
She gave me a minute to feel some relief before shackling me again, but this time on my back. I could now see both of them. Mistress still looked stern. It was clear that this was no game for her and she was on a mission. Aphrodite’s mouth curved up into a light mischievous smile as she let her eyes scan the length of me, pausing for more than a moment on my penis. My beaten ass had swept away any thought of anything sexy, but now being naked, shackled and clearly dominated in front of two beautiful women was enough to send blood flowing back into my terrified member, at least enough for a half erection.
“Your time in the south has been good for your pet, eh?” “He’s looking in better shape than I’ve seen him in a while.”
Despite the ridiculous situation, I couldn’t help be a little pleased to hear that. I was far from an Adonis, but we’d been more active and eaten reasonably and the effects were apparent.
“Yeah, once you get past the stubbornness and entitlement, he’s not bad to look at. But, now that the parcel has arrived, we’re going to put some more effort into making him into the slave I deserve to have serving me.”