I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story...
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"You know, I only ask one thing of you. It can't be that hard to get it right."
You are standing next to me. Dressed in tight black riding pants, tight black crisp high collar blouse, short and soft leather gloves, can see your spike heel boots. You stomp one boot to the floor for emphasis.
"Are you stupid? Are you?!?! Speak!"
Feel the vicious whip come down hard across the backs of my thighs. Stretched so tight, that alone is extremely painful, stretched to the furthest ankle and wrist restraint eye-hooks on the legs of the wooden whipping horse, naked in only locking cock cage and held tight, feel two more blows. I scream, sobbing, shaking, my voice stammering.
"No, Mistress, no, please, please...", almost incoherent, babbling through heavy tears..."No, Mistress, no, want to please, be smart, pleeeeeease..."
"Shut up!"
You drop the whip to the floor, run your gloved hand over my rear. The backs of my legs are covered with welts, rising center welts inside the strap marks from the tawse, one of your cruelest paddles. Hear you breathe slightly heavy, both from the violent steady whipping and the fact that you are wet, excited, very turned on. Always wet when this happens, always. Soaked panties inside your tight black pants, to punish me like this sexually excites you greatly.
You bend, start to unfasten the straps that hold me in place.
"Be still. If I break a nail doing this I'll leave your fucking ass over this fucking horse for a week, think I'm kidding?"
I struggle to hold myself perfectly still, shaking but staying as still as I can. Fifty strokes across my rear and tops of my legs, welts throb and burn, I force myself to cry so gently , whimper, try to stay still and not quiver and shake as you unfasten my ankle and wrist restraints.
You stand. I hear your heels click loud on the tile floor. Indignant heels, angry heels, feel you reach down and take my ear. Feel you pull me up off the horse. You say nothing as I scream from the pain of climbing up hurriedly to my bare feet, feel the welts flex across my butt as I move. I am dragged to the corner, stood up in front of the hook. I feel you quickly position it at my butt, feel the ice cold steel rounded bulbous hook slid into place. I feel it as it enters my rectum, feel it move up inside of me, feel it hoisted to the point of almost up-on-my-toes discomfort. Cold steel butt plug, big round ball at the end of it up deep inside of me, I cry. You leave me like that, hurry to the wooden cabinet on the opposite wall, return with a collar and wrist cuffs. As quickly as you pulled me to the corner, I am collared, my wrists cuffed to my neck.
You pull a chair up just feet from me. You sit and stare up at me. Watch as I slightly struggle at he anal hook holding me up on my toes. See my feet barely shift, know that the hook is more than uncomfortable, pulled it up to just that almost impossible point. You stare. You watch me sob, tears still flowing. And then in a mocking, stern and cruel voice you speak to me. I focus on your lips, see them spit words out at me. You are mocking what I said to you, said that drove you to fury.
"You said you'd take my cage off, said you might touch it, maybe stay home tonight, mistress, please, please, please touch me", your face mocking, nose wrinkled, over accentuating the words, mocking my plaintive plea to you the night you let me lick you from behind, just two days ago.
"I only ask one thing of you, bitch, and that is concentration. And I want it only in one fucking area. One! Concentration in the area of perfection! How perfect do you think it was two days ago to leave my panties on the floor when you went up to draw my bath? Even let you pick out the pretty outfit I wore for my lover and his friends. Do you know how pissed off I was when he rang my bell, I come downstairs to leave and my fucking dirty panties are on the floor!!! Fuck. I slapped your face, you had to know I was mad, you're lucky I didn't have time to deal with you then. And what if guests had been on their way in the door, saw a messy house, my panties on the fucking floor??? What the fuck were you thinking? Or not fucking thinking?"
You lean forward. Take the key you always wear around your neck and quickly unlock my cock harness. Without warning you pull it off, hear me yelp, hear me scream out as you pull the locking ring from around my balls, little thing snaps and bounces. Naked with just the permanent gold ring around the back of my balls, I quiver, hear the metal holding my wrists to my collar tinkle, move slightly from foot to foot.
