I knew I had better pay close attention. When she was in this mood it often meant I would be found lacking and then punished. Sometimes the punishments were very hard, and I had learned to never give her any reason to be angry when she was whipping me. She told me that if she was angry when she punished me that I would no doubt be hurt more than if she were calmly reinforcing my place in her world. As to it being wrong for a Dominant to punish her property when angry --- well she felt no need to justify her behavior. "If I'm mad then it is your place to suffer," she told me once. Sometimes it did not seem at all fair to me, but I was beginning to question myself when I felt that way and embrace the new way she preferred that I feel about my treatment. Afterall, I was no longer a man or a person. I had accepted that. I was her bitch, her fucktoy, and her servant, and I hurt when she wanted me to hurt and was granted small pleasures when she felt generous. I was being taught to replace my old selfish desires with those that were more fitting for a boy in Domina's home. I must learn to feel pleasure when she felt pleasure, and I was to willingly offer myself completely for the honor of making her life slightly more enjoyable.
"The drawers will be organized, utensils will be straight and placed in order. The counter-tops and floors will be cleaned and there will not be a single spot or blemish. The cabinets will be wiped free of dust and then you will give each one a coat of furniture oil.
"Do you think the bell is a good idea?" she asked, looking at me intently.
"Oh yes Ma'am. It was nice of you to allow me out of the cage and I know I'm not allowed pleasure until you decide. Thank you for letting me wear the bell Domina." And the truth was at that moment I was grateful. I would learn the bell was going to be harder on me than the extended chastity however.
"Good bitch," she said kindly. I felt warm at her praise. "I'm glad to see you are doing better at accepting your status as property."
In the past few months I had learned what it meant to be property my Domina owned, and I had almost accepted that I was no longer a man. I cannot explain completely how it happened, even though I was an active participant in my own subjugation. She insisted I thank her for showing me what I was meant to be, and I was very grateful to her for training me, even when it meant I must gratefully thank my tormentor for my torment. There was a logic to my training, but it was one only she could teach. For instance when I first arrived she refused me permission to pee until finally I could not hold it any longer and I wet myself. I knew I had tried very hard but I very much off-balance by having peed my panties and not knowing what to do. When I went to her and confessed she told me that girls who wet themselves must be punished, and then waited for me to position myself for punishment. Crying I went to the closet and removed her belt, took out the stool and placed it in the middle of the room, pulled down my wet panties and waited to be punished. She let me wait for a while before coming to me and taking the leather belt from my hand. I was then expected to ask to be punished and to beg her for forgiveness. I was whipped until I lost count and I could only sob and beg her for mercy. Finally she relented and said I was forgiven. She told me to put on a fresh pair of panties and then smiled and said: "You will be thirsty. Go to the kitchen and drink six glasses of water." Then I was again denied the right to pee until I again wet myself and was again punished. By the fourth time I had welts and bruises on my bottom. When I was then given permission to pee, she had me thank her and explain how lucky I was to be allowed to pee. And the thing was I had become grateful. I was so happy when she let me pee that I saw her as not my tormentor, but as the woman who could end the suffering.
When she explained why she was forced to punish me or humiliate me more and more I felt grateful and thanked her repeatedly, begging her to forgive me and to help me learn by punishing me even more. And the cycle would then repeat, deepening her control and my complete dependence on her. Her methods were effective and I was soon more property than I was a man.
"Get started. I will be in from time to time to inspect your work and give correction if necessary. You'll remember the bell ringing too often will be proof you are trying to hump the air for your own selfish pleasure and it will mean you will hurt." She stroked my hair, and then asked: "You do agree if you tried to cum without permission you must be punished don't you slut?"
"Yes Ma'am. A slut should never be allowed pleasure without your permission Domina."
"Good. Then we agree if the bell rings you will be punished." She smiled at me, knowing I would soon fail and be in need of correction.
