Mistress Lindsay took no crap. Her orders were precise, her manner direct. I went from quiet subservience on the kitchen floor to quietly licking the grime from her street shoes in the living room. The taste was terrible and the grit on my tongue and my teeth made me nauseous.
I took advantage of my actions to survey Mistress Lindsay, about forty years old but still elegantly beautiful. I could tell she had been well taken care of in life, with the kind of demeanor, manner and looks only achieved by the wealthy and well to do. Her hair a fiery red, parted off to one side, framed a lovely pair of full lips, perfect nose and dark green doe eyes. She was slender, or should I say her waist was slender, rising to a full set of luscious breasts that displayed the freckles in her cleavage that were missing in the face of a woman with so light a complexion. Her slim hips were almost boyish and led to her well defined legs. The shoes I was licking were red with three inch heels and very expensive. I could picture her running a board meeting or an estate with an off hand attitude. While I licked, she talked.
"Your silence is commendable slave. I want you to remember to stay silent unless I ask you a direct question. If you speak at any time without being told, you will be punished. I know this must be difficult for you, not knowing who I am or what I'm capable of. Let me tell you now that I am capable of inflicting great pain. Your Mistress told you that this was an evaluation, you are the test subject but the evaluation cuts both ways. Not only will your pain tolerance be tested but the quality of your training also. Mistress Cassandra, though new at this, will be judged by your response here tonight. I hope you don't let her down as I have become very fond of your Mistress and would hate to see you disappoint her."
"Now get on your feet."
I had always been proud of my wife. Her beauty and intelligence were a source of great pride for me. My pride, however twisted, had been challenged and I was determined to demonstrate the value of my Mistress through my actions. I rose to my feet with my chin thrust out and my chest forward. My wrists still restrained behind my back. She rose with me and reached for the tie that still held her wrap-around dress together. Opening her dress to reveal a red silk bustier that cinched her waist, leading to garter straps holding up her black stockings. Her breasts, high and proud, were bare as well as her pussy and ass. As I gazed I saw she was a true redhead, her well trimmed pubic hair a shade darker than the hair on her head. I gazed upon her beauty and recognized the crop in her hand just before it flashed up to hit me in the balls.
"You are never to look directly at me or gaze into my eyes without being told to. This will be infraction number two. For every infraction of the rules you will receive ten lashes from my crop."
Here I was at twenty lashes already and I didn't know what infraction number one was. "What did I do to..."
Another snap of her wrist and the crop fell on my upper thigh. "That is infraction number three. When you didn't greet me in a proper manner, that was infraction number one. All slaves must greet their superiors on their knees and kiss their superiors feet".
She snapped a leash onto my cock cage and pulled me to the bathroom. Leading me to the sink she tied off the leash to one of the decorative handles just beneath the basin. It was somewhat below crotch height and left me in a curiously stooped position. I heard her running the water in the tub behind me and then rummage in the closet, pulling out an enema bag with a long nozzle that ended in a small bulbous head with four holes divided evenly around the perimeter. She squeezed four pumps of the hand soap next to the sink into the bag and turned to fill it at the tub. She hung it from the towel rack next to me, it looked very heavy and quite full, and let the nozzle run until warm soapy water spurted out into the sink in front of me. Without ceremony she shoved the nozzle into my ass with a gasp on my part.
She looked at my face in the mirror above the sink with one elegant eyebrow arched. "Have you ever had an enema before?"
I admitted that I hadn't which brought a smile to her lips. "Your Mistress complained that you're a rather dirty fuck." Her use of profanity startled me. "We'll take care of that, but from now on you're going to have to keep yourself clean for your Mistress. This is a very heavy load for a first time enema, so I will allow you two attempts to take it all. Whatever is left after two tries you will have to drink."
I thought if I was made to drink warm soapy water it would make me sick. I also thought that this woman probably meant every word she said. I was taken aback by the warm, pleasant sensation when she released the enema into my bowels. I had experienced nothing but discomfort and pain from this woman so far aside from her beauty. Then it hit me, I looked at the red rubber bag hanging next to me from the towel rack and judged it to be not quite one quarter empty and already I had a cramp that made my head swivel towards the toilet. I wanted to run for it then but my cock cage was tied to the handle and I couldn't move. I gave a short tug to the leash anyway.
"Do you want me to stop?" She asked me with a lilt to her voice.
I looked at the bag, still emptying it's contents into my bowels and judged the discomfort bearable. "No Mistress Lindsay."
I know it sounds sick and sad when I say that when Mistress stopped the enema I was proud that I had taken more than half the bag. I felt a growing confidence that I was going to make it through this test. My confidence sagged when I saw her reach for her crop and approach me.
"We will start your punishment now slave. You will count every stroke, silently, to yourself. If so much as one drop comes out of your little pussy, I will consider that another infraction and add ten more strokes to the forty you have already earned."
"Forty." I thought to myself, wasn't it thirty. My mind reeled trying to figure out how I was going to correct Mistress Lindsay without having another "infraction" added to my total.
She reached down and quickly removed the nozzle from my anus, making me clench my cheeks together harder for fear of losing a drop of liquid. I sucked in a small gulp of air as the crop lashed my tensed buttocks. The aching in my bowels seemed to increase with the amount of pain Mistress Lindsay dished out. With every muscle in my body tensed to prevent my insistent bowels from letting go, the strokes from her crop seemed to land harder and harder.
"You should know by now that relaxing during a beating makes the punishment easier to take," she taunted me.
Yes I knew that, not that I would have been able to express it so simply but I had always managed to get into the rhythm of a beating and had been able to endure more when I felt resigned to it. Trying to hold in the enema while suffering under her crop was a new and unnerving experience.
"How many was that?" She eyed me expectantly.
