Peace: Chapter 2

Just Another Day

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Service

Ben followed along as Master led him with the leash towards her dining room, stopping at the head of the large dining table where some toys and equipment was waiting. She took a seat facing her Slave, stroking his erect cock while coquettishly smiling at him. "Did you enjoy the flogging, Slave?" He knew better than to look at his Master without permission and nodded, staring straight ahead. "Yes, Master." She lightly chuckled.

"This cock of yours gives you away. You enjoy being flogged, don't you?" "Yes, Master." Another chuckle. Suddenly, she squeezed his balls hard, enough to make him bend over slightly and moan in pain.

"Whose cock is this?" "It's your cock, Master." "Whose to do with as they please?" "Yours, Master." A light smack with her hand on the shaft. "That's right." Harder squeeze. "Mine." She reached next to her, on the table, and took a cube of ice she had prepared, running it over his rapidly shrinking shaft. The sensation made him shiver and softly moan.

Waiting until his cock had shrunk, she wordlessly grabbed the next item, something he was all too familiar with. She began to lock his cock in a chastity cage, smirking as she put the final lock on, trapping it. She took hold of it, squeezing it as it struggled against the cage, trying to get erect to no avail.

"It looks much better under lock and key, don't you think, Slave?" She laughed, not waiting for a response, as she got up and made her way behind him as she put on a latex glove. "Bend over." He complied, spreading his legs as he did so. He knew what was coming as he heard a squirt from a tube and a cold, wet feeling on his asshole.

"Whose ass is this, Slave?" "It's your ass, Master." SMACK. His ass still stung from the flogging which intensified the slap. "That's right, Slave." He felt a large buttplug start to stretch his asshole as she slowly slid it into him. "Mine." She said for emphasis as, finally, it slid all the way in, snug in his ass as he whimpered and moaned. "Stand up straight."

He raised his chest and closed his legs, assuming his usual position. She tapped the base of the plug, sending shots of pleasure up his spine and making him shiver and moan as he felt his cock struggle to grow against its cage. "Nice and snug. Do you like it, Slave?" Taking just a second to catch himself, he replied. "Yes, thank you, Master." One last, more forceful tap made him bend over ever so slightly before he righted himself.

He heard her discard the glove behind him followed by her sitting down in front of him. "Give me your foot." He raised it obediently, keeping it in the air as she locked a leather bondage cuff to it without a chain. She ordered him to lower it and raise the other foot, locking a cuff on as he complied. Then she got up and made his way behind him.

He felt her bite down on his neck, just below his collar, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to feel it. He exposed his neck further to her as his breath became ragged. She held his neck as he fell deeper and deeper into subspace. Finally, she let go and whispered into his ear. "You're mine, Slave."

She undid the chain locking his hands behind him but kept the cuffs on. Making her way back to the chair, she gestured to the leftover materials, the lube, the spare gloves and things like that. "Put this away, Slave." He affirmed the instruction and complied, clearing away the materials, putting them back where they belonged (he had done this enough to know where everything went).

He stood before his Master as she read a book, barely paying her Slave any mind. "Pour me a cup of tea and bring me a tea biscuit to go with it." Again, he affirmed the instruction, heading to the kitchen next to the dining room. Every step sent shivers of pleasure thanks to the plug but he pushed through, desperate to serve and please his Master.

In a few minutes he returned with a tray, a cup and saucer, a teapot and the biscuit. He knew what kind of tea Master liked. He remembered his training very early on in their sessions as she taught him how to make it exactly to her specific tastes, promising ten whips with a single tail for every failure. Suffice to say by the time he left at the end of that weekend he could not comfortably sit down for quite some time. But he always knew how to make her tea perfectly after that.

He carefully poured her tea, diligent to not drop any of it (more whippings had taught him that), dutifully placing the cup and saucer in front of her, along with a small spoon. Then, he resumed his position next to her, standing at attention and awaiting her instructions.

She casually took a sip of the tea, not taking her eyes off her book as she did so. Apprehensive, he stood still, awaiting her judgement. After an excruciatingly long pause, she said "Very good, Slave. I am pleased." Pride swelled within him as the tiniest of smiles took his face. "Thank you, Master.

She took her time drinking her tea, keeping him at attention and awaiting her instructions. After quite some time, she turned to face her Slave. "On your knees in front of me, Slave." He obeyed without delay. She smirked as she pressed her heel into his face. "Worship, Slave." He happily obeyed, gently and reverently taking her feet in his hands and began to worship them and her heels with his tongue and mouth. She continued drinking her tea as her Slave devoted himself to worshiping her feet with every fiber of his being.

She took a moment to look at him, catching him looking up at her as he worked on her feet. The look on his face was one of sheer devotion and adoration. He quickly caught himself and looked down at his task. She smiled. He was hers, fully, and she knew it.

After ten minutes devoting himself to worshiping her feet she pulled her feet back and ordered him to stand up. Gesturing to the now empty cup, he placed everything onto the tray and whisked it away, carefully cleaning everything in the sink and placing it in the drying rack. He then returned, cleaned up the crumbs on the table and floor (when he was down there she took the opportunity to tease his caged cock with her heels) and disposed of them before returning and assuming his position again.

She got up and placed her hand on his face, gently stroking it. "Very good, my Slave. Very good. Your Master is pleased with you." He leaned ever so slightly into her touch as he felt himself blush. "Thank you, Master..." He said softly. She gently made him look into her eyes as she continued stroking his face. "I think you've earned a little reward before our next phase." He looked at her, trying to keep as stoic and neutral a face as he could while being aware that he was failing miserably. "Thank you, Master."

She gently tapped his face and smiled before clipping a leash to his collar and locking the chain on his hands and feet, securing his hands behind his back and hobbling his feet. Now, he could only take relatively short steps. She tugged on his leash and led him along, taking a leisurely pace due to his leg restraints. She made their way to the backdoor of the house, stopping to take in the bound figure of her Slave.

"We're going for a walk, Slave. It's a lovely day out, after all. Besides..." She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. ".....you could use a little break before I do what I've promised I'm going to do to you, Slave." A chill went down his spine as he remembered what she had promised in their last session. He could not think on it for long, however, before she tugged on his leash and led him outside for their walk.

The Walk

The weather outside was peaceful, the light wind adding a level of serenity as they walked on her grounds. He followed along behind her obediently, the chains on his feet occasionally rattling as they slowly walked the path. She took this opportunity to ask about how he was doing. She knew what he was here for, the peace he sought, and found that a period where they could talk more....normally, even with the usual restrictions, helped him find that peace and kept bringing him back.

She was not going to lie, she quite liked him. He was attractive, submissive, obedient, he could take what she dished out, he could serve willingly and worship her anyway she wanted at a single word from her. She enjoyed playing with him, dominating him, torturing him and using him. But beyond that, she found she genuinely enjoyed his company.

He was smart, kind and, when they interacted outside of a power exchange, he was funny and charming in an effortless way. Of all her clients, he was the one she enjoyed the most. Even now, listening to him talk about his week, his work and his thoughts, she was actually interested in what he was saying. She never had to fake interest unlike some of her other clients.

They walked past her rose garden. She saw her gardener James tending to it, pulling a few weeds from among the garden. Turning, he gave her a wave and a smirk as he saw Ben being led behind her before he went back to his work. She waved back and turned to face Ben. He was blushing but maintaining his composure otherwise.

It was not the first time someone had seen him like this, mostly the few staff she had on the grounds. They did not mind her work and paid no heed to seeing a sight like a naked, bound and caged man being led on a leash. It clearly embarrassed Ben but he was obedient enough to bear with it.

They continued on, talking as Master and Slave. Occasionally, she would reach back and squeeze his balls, pinch his nipples or smack his ass. He would moan and thank her after each. They passed a wooden post that almost looked like a gallows.

She smiled as she remembered one of the most intense sessions Ben had endured, being tied spreadeagle while she mercilessly whipped him. Not out of punishment but because it pleased her. She had whipped him until he was a blubbering mess, until he had pissed himself out of fear and pain, until he was crying and begging her to stop (though he never safeworded), and then she whipped him more after that. By the time she was finished, he was limp in his restraints and whimpering incoherently, his back a bright, hot red from the assault, his face a mess from the tears. It had not helped him that James and her repairman Trevor had been nearby, watching, and he knew it. The embarrassment, the pain, everything flowed together to make a session that she definitely would remember and got the impression he did too.

Ben fought the urge to smile as he saw the whipping post. His thoughts drifted back to that one time. She had told him she was going to whip him until he could not stand anymore. Not because he had displeased him but simply because she wanted to. He remembered the fear, the apprehension before the first strike. And when he hit, he remembered the searing pain. He cried out with each strike and she'd yelled at him to scream louder. Each strike on his back, his ass and his thighs was sheer agony, slowly overwhelming him with each hit. She'd whipped him without mercy, whipped him until his mind basically shut down and all he felt was the sensations.

The pain, the embarrassment from being watched, the fear of the next strike. But even though he was on the verge of safewording one thing kept him going. His desire to please Master. It kept him together, just enough, to make it through that grueling session. And when he thought of what happened next, he could not help but smile just a little.

She remembered seeing him hanging limply in his restraints. He looked resplendent like that, his skin an angry red from the whipping, gleaming from the sweat, truly beautiful in that state. She knew she had pushed him to the point where he'd basically shut down. Even if it was too much now he would not safeword simply because his mind was not coherent enough to do it. She set the whip down, she may want to inflict pain on him, push him right to the edge, but she did not want to damage him.

She'd walked up to him, waving her hand in front of his eyes. They did not track her movements. She gently ran her hand over his back. He whimpered but did not recoil. She gently stroked his back, stroked his face, gave him gentle little bites on his neck, telling him how proud of him she was, gently bringing him back down to earth. Her ministrations slowly brought him back, bit by bit, until he was able to stand shakily instead of hang limply.

She'd let him down and carefully guided him back to the house, allowing him to lean on her as they made their way. She guided him back into the house and instead of taking him to the playroom where she usually did aftercare she guided him to her own personal bedroom and bathroom.

There, she slowly shed his restraints, his collar, cuffs, everything. She drew a bath and applied lotions to his back. He'd obediently complied with everything she was doing, he was still not completely back and she could tell. He shed her own clothing and got in the bath with him, cuddling him as she slowly massaged his back. They sat like that for a while until, finally, she turned his head to face her and said. "I'm very proud of you today, Ben." And gently kissed him.

There were many firsts that day. First time she'd taken a client to her personal room, first time she'd been naked before a client, first time she'd used a client's name in a power exchange (especially a first name), first time she'd gone to sleep snuggling with a client, first time she'd kissed a client.

She had rules, rules she was generally unwilling to break. She did not go naked for a client (her body was precisely that, hers), she did not use a client's name, she did not sleep beside a client and she absolutely did not kiss a client. She broke all of those rules that day and, looking back, it did not bother as much as she thought it might. She never would have considered it with anyone else but with Ben it did not feel...bad. She had not done any of those since but it still lingered on her mind.

Ben was smiling as he remembered the aftercare of that particular session. It had been absolutely wonderful. He'd never experienced anything even close to that before or since. He had been tempted to ask Master about it, ask if it was something that could be repeated. However, the next morning she had pointedly talked around that which signaled that was unlikely to occur again. He figured it was a momentary indulgence, one that she would not repeat. It saddened him, certainly, but he respected it, it was ultimately her decision.

She snapped out of her reverie and continued on. They had spent a good 30 minutes out walking and talking, it was rapidly approaching time for the next activity. She smiled as she thought of the plan she had for Ben. Oh, this was going to be good.....

The Activity

Ben followed as he was led towards the playroom. It was a corridor he was very familiar with. She turned to face Ben, smiled deviously, and opened the door, leading them inside.

The playroom was quite a large room, filled with shelves and drawers full of toys and just about every piece of bondage furniture you could think of. Stocks, cages, St Andrew's Crosses, basically anything you could imagine. This was not even the only playroom in the building, there was a room for roleplay of all kinds, medical, police, there were cells, many of which Ben had been inside and some he had not. There was a reason she was one of the most premier doms around.

This playroom, however, was the best equipped. It was for one thing and one thing only, the total submission, restraint and domination of anyone unlucky (or lucky) enough to be at her mercy in it. And right now that person was Ben.

She unclipped the leash and the chains from his cuffs. Before he could do anything, however, she smacked his ass with a riding crop and ordered him towards one of the pieces of furniture. It was a flat metal table with raised edges on all sides. There were chains that could be adjusted at each corner to restrain the victim. Ben had been on it a few times and they had all been memorable.

She ordered him on it and once he had climbed on, she chained his arms and legs to the corners, tightening them so he was held spread eagle. She then used two more chains, attaching them to his collar, before pulling them taunt. He was well and truly trapped, he could not move his arms, legs or even his head. She leaned over him, giving him a taunting smile.

"Comfortable, Slave?" "Yes, Master." Came the slightly strained reply. She lightly chuckled. "Good. You've got quite a session ahead of you..." She took hold of his cock, giving it a squeeze. "...and this poor cock of yours is going to get quite thoroughly abused, isn't it, Slave?" He was quite breathy now. "Yes, Master...."

She took the key to the cage out and unlocked it, slowly pulling the cage off his cock. Almost immediately it sprang to life, fully erect. It was only slightly about average in length but it did have a noteworthy girth to it. She tutted and started stroking his cock. "Such a dirty slut you are, aren't you? Getting so hard that quickly, you dirty pervert." Ben was quite breathy now and replied raspily. "I am, I am a dirty, slutty pervert, Master...."

She grabbed his face with her free hands, still stroking his cock, and looked intensely into his eyes. "Whose dirty, slutty pervert are you, Slave?" He looked back, his eyes wide with submission, want and desperation. "I am your dirty, slutty pervert, Master..." She squeezed his cock. "Mine." She held that stare for a while before letting go and stepping out of his sight. He could hear her taking out a few pieces of equipment somewhere out of his view.

She returned with a trolley with wheels, the kind you would see in a hospital. On it was an assortment of toys that he could not make out at this angle. She put on a pair of black latex gloves and gave him a mischievous grin. This was going to be fun.

She first took a bottle of water, holding it to his lips so he could drink something. "You're going to need it, Slave." She said with a smirk. That filled him with anticipation and apprehension. Once he had enough he thanked Master and licked his lips. She put the bottle away and picked up a flogger, smirking. "Let's start with a dose of the familiar, shall we?"

She flogged his chest and thighs, careful to avoid his cock, tenderizing the flesh and reveling in his screams of pain. He was in pain but not an intolerable amount. He knew this was just the warm up act to the main event.

After 30 or so smacks she set it down. "There, nice and warmed up, Slave." In between pants he replied. "Thank...thank you...Master...." She felt his chest and thighs. Warm to the touch but nothing out of the ordinary. She reached behind her as she took his balls into her hands. "Such a lovely cock I have here to use. I feel like it's been neglected for a bit, don't you agree, Slave?" "Yes, Master...." He felt his face go pale when he saw what she had reached for. A zapper was in her hands. "Time to pay a little attention to that cock of yours, Slave."

She began zapping his cock over and over again, the head, the shaft, the balls. Each zap was a shot of agony. He struggled in the very limited form he could but there was no getting away from it and he knew it. Each zap elicited a scream and a jolt from him and she was loving every second.

"Such a nice cock this is." ZAP scream. "I do like using this cock, Slave." ZAP scream. "I'm really enjoying myself right now, how about you, Slave?" ZAP scream.

She continued her assault on his cock, enjoying the delectably pained screams. For his part, he seemed to be enjoying it in his own way. After several more zaps, though, she had her fill of zapping for the time being. She put away the zapper and picked up a ring gag. "I love a good ring gag. All the benefits of being gagged while still being allowed to hear my Slave scream."