Dear All-Powerful Mistress,
In each of my fantasies, when I'm completely yours to do as you wish, I fantasize about being naked, bent over a table, with my cock and balls tied and pulled back between my legs. My ankles are tied to the table legs, and I'm bracing and balancing myself by holding onto the opposite edge of the table. The angle this position puts me in requires that I hold tight to the table, lest falling backward. Behind me, you sit in a chair, with a variety of devices within your reach. I can tell from your breathing, you're not pleased with me. Some previous transgression or mistake of mine has brought this on, the specifics I'm at a loss to recall.
The awareness of your displeasure has me shivering in fear, even panicked as I reflect on my past actions. Could I have been too selfish, seeking my own pleasure? Did I not respond in strict obedience to a previous command? Did I do something that would have jeopardized your safety or security? I know that it's all my fault, whatever the transgression was, and I'm despondent at the thought that I've fucked something up, yet again.
The room becomes incredibly silent. I can feel your eyes on my back. I dare not move or do anything to ease my pain. My nerves are on full alert and my focus is on only one thing, my all-powerful Mistress.
"Do you know why we're here, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress, I do."
"Tell me why we're here, pet."
"Mistress, I've done something to disrespect you or something that displeases you."
Immediately, I feel the stinging heat of a whip across the full length of my back. A pause of a few seconds allows me to catch my breath. Then the high pitch snap fills the room, and my back is afire again. I scream instinctively.
"Do NOT scream like that you little bitch!", you scream back at me.
The rage in your voice is almost as painful as the whip. I am now in full acceptance that my punishment has only begun.
"Pet, you know the rules, yet you insist on breaking them. Do you think this is a game? Do you think I'm amused at your childish pranks?"
Quivering and gasping for breath, I attempt a response.
"No, Mistress. I know this isn't a game, I would never do anything to displease . . ."
You interrupt me, and scream, "Yet you did that very thing, you fucking ass hole! Now, you shut that fucking mouth of yours until we've settled this. You'll take what's coming to you, and maybe I'll forgive. Do you understand that, or do I need to repeat it back to you slowly, using small words?"
"No, Mistress, I understand."
I hear you stand abruptly behind me, and I feel your body heat on my ass. The feel of your hips against my ass puts me on even higher alert. I feel the nails of your right hand dig into my back, as you scrape them down to my ass. My body tenses in pain, but with clenched teeth, I refrain from making a sound.
"That's it pet, focus on taking what I give you. You'll be a good boy, I just know it."
I feel you pull away from me, but the sensation of your eyes on me is constant. The ropes around my ankles are causing intense pain as I inherently shift my body. My arms are growing fatigued and numb as I hold tight to the table, daring not to fall backward. The cord tied around my cock and balls has created a throbbing, engorged sensation throughout my package.
"To start with, you'll receive 20 spanks across this precious white ass of yours, you fucking little bitch. After each, I expect you to thank me. Do you think you can do that, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress, Yes."
"Hmmmph. As if I had to ask. Shall we begin?"
Before I can answer, a large wooden paddle slams hard into the meat of my ass. The paddle has holes drilled into it, which creates a small welting effect. The intensity of the blow forces me forward, into the table, shooting additional pain throughout my body. The sting of the paddle is beyond anything I was prepared for. I can only grimace in pain, doing all I can to not bring on any additional punishment.
"THANK YOU MISTRESS!!," screams out of me, instinctively.