As soon as i came into the house, Master grabbed me by the hair and took me to the basement, to the dungeon. He had the maid, Maria, who is a hot little Brazilian piece of ass herself, follow us. Once in the dungeon, he had Maria strip me naked, and the suit and camisole that i was wearing was thrown away, which really pissed me off. The fact that i had lost my panties infuriated Master. He demanded a full accounting of the affair, which i provided in summary. Didn't go into the detail that i did on line.
Master tied me to the St. Andrew's Cross and put a ball gag in my mouth. Then he grabbed the hose hanging on the wall and "cleaned out his dirty little cum bucket." The hose, by the way, is a garden hose. He had Maria shove the hose up my pussy until it hit bottom. i do not know how much hose was in there, because i was facing the cross. Then he slowly turned the water on until it was gushing from me. Could have been worse. Had he turned it on full blast right away, it might have ruptured me and killed me.
When he was satisfied that my pussy was clean, he turned to my ass, even though i had not been touched there. The hose did not have a nozzle, just the threaded end, and although i tried to relax to let it in, it hurt very badly. He did the same thing with my ass, essentially giving me a cold water enema. If you have never had an enema with cold water, i do not recommend the experience. i was instantly chilled to the bone. It was extremely uncomfortable. He did not let the water run a long time, just enough to humiliate me. After he took the hose out, he put a nozzle on it and sprayed down the whole area, letting the water run down the floor drain. Then he sprayed me down, making me all the more uncomfortable. i am sure that by now, he had a raging hard on.
Maria, of course, enjoyed the entire spectacle, i can just imagine the smirk on her cute little brown face. The cunt!! Doubly humiliating to be punished in front of the hired help.
Master was not finished with me yet, though. He took his favorite quirt from the wall and approached me. Before he started i heard the distinct sound of sucking, and although i was too smart to turn and look, i am quite certain that Maria spent most of the next hour on her knees sucking my beloved Master. The shame of it! Here i am tied to the cross, being punished, while the household help services MY Master and husband.
Master then went to work with the quirt. i think that the entire whipping lasted an hour. i'm not sure. He started at my knees and worked his way up, laying on the whip again and again. It was not a fast whipping, it was very slow. He paused after each stroke to let the pain set in. Then he would apply the next one. By the time he finished, my back was laced with weals, welts and tiny cuts from the backs of my knees to my shoulders. Of course, he spared the areas over my kidneys to be sure he didn't seriously hurt me internally. He especially concentrated on my lower buttocks and upper thighs, the places that i would sit on, so that for the week after that, i was reminded every time i sat what my lust for getting fucked had cost me.
Several times i heard him mumble "stop" apparently telling Maria to stop sucking him, so that he wouldn't cum.
Now, i enjoy a nice flogging or spanking as much as the next girl, but i do not particularly enjoy a whipping with a single tail. But today, i was far into sub-space and sort of floating, and i could feel the last of the cold water running down my legs, mixed with my own juices. Yes, i was turned on.
But then something else horrible happened. He had Maria fetch something from the bench in the dungeon. i felt her rubbing something on my back, and i thought it would be salve, that he had taken pity on me. Unfortunately, i was wrong. The little Brazilian cunt was rubbing my back with lemon halves! The pain was excruciating! i screamed through the ball gag. She did not stop, using lemon after lemon to torture me, until she had applied lemon juice to every inch of the wound that Master had created.
When i had asked Master's permission to fuck Bryan, he warned me that if i gave into my lust, that he would whip me unmercifully. He had fulfilled his promise to me in spades.
He then released me from the cross, and removed the ball gag. i fell to the damp floor writhing in anguish, sobbing and begging his forgiveness.
At that point, he pointed to several white globs on the cement floor. Apparently, at some point in the torture, he had cum on the floor and he wanted me to lick it up. i crawled over and did as told. And while i was licking his wonderful gift to me from the floor, i felt something warm on my shredded back. Master was pissing on me. My torment and humiliation was complete.
He finally instructed Maria to take me up to the Master suite and clean me up and salve my wounds. For the next week, i was reminded on a daily basis of the price of giving in to my lust for Bryan. Every time i sat or moved, my clothes would rub against the tender skin and remind me.
The next day, Master went to the Country Club without me. i was still very sore, and was in no condition to go. Master did his best to avoid me for the following week. But i thought of him every time i sat or moved during that week, each time the fabric of my clothes rubbing on my tender skin. It particularly hurt to sit, because Master had taken his time shredding the skin on my upper thighs and lower buttocks, the areas that i actually sit on.
The following Saturday, Master announced that he planned to go to the Country Club that evening. i begged him to take me, and he finally relented and agreed that i could go.
So at precisely nine o'clock that evening, i knelt outside his bedroom door entirely naked. i had laid my leather collar and leash on the floor in front of me, and assumed the Kneeling Slave position as i have been taught. If you are listed as a Flickr Friend, you can see the position in one of the sets marked "Submissive Position for Friends" or something like that. Master emerged a few minutes after nine. He hooked my leather collar around my neck, and attached the leash. Then he led me by my leash down the great front staircase and to the front door. He moved slowly, so that i could crawl. He wanted me to know my place, my position, as his slave, his owned property. It is very difficult to crawl down a flight of stairs, but i managed to do it.
The limousine was waiting in the front drive, and i climbed into the back seat. Sometimes it is humiliating for me to be seen naked by the staff, but in this case, it was only Thomas, the chauffeur, and he has not only seen me naked, but he has used my body, as a bonus for a job well done, from time to time. i knelt on the floor at Master's feet. Sometimes, Master has me suck his wonderful cock on the way to the country club, but he did not allow it this time.
When we arrived at the country club, Thomas opened the door to allow Master to exit. my heart sank as he did not take my leash and lead me out of the car and into the special entrance for the elite members. Instead, he turned to Thomas.
