John read the message on his phone again. "Cleaned, naked, collared. Kneeling and ready in our room by 6:30." It seemed Anne was in a no-nonsense kind of mood if she was skipping stripping and collaring him herself. Still, he knew better than to disobey. Half an hour later John left the bathroom freshly showered, shaved, and thoroughly cleaned. He strode past their bedroom and into the sound-proofed playroom.
He double-checked the time, fifteen minutes to spare. He carefully took his thick leather collar from the shelf and fastened it around his neck. He knelt on a cushion on the hardwood floor a few feet inside the door. Knees slightly spread he clasped his hands behind his head and waited. He knew Anne must have been home by now, but he knelt in silence, eyes closed and waiting.
The silence was broken by the door opening and shutting behind him. The sharp click of her heels punctuated the silence in slow, measured steps. He heard her walk around him and could almost feel her eyes looking him up and down. He knew the rules and knelt as still as he could.
"Good boy." She spoke finally. "You would never disappoint me, would you pet?"
"No Mistress." John replied.
She came to stand before him. "Open your eyes. I'll allow you the pleasure of looking upon me." As he opened his eyes, he was treated first to the sight of his mistress' feet in leather high heel boots. Past the boots his eyes followed a pair of tight fishnets up her legs, pausing briefly at a pair of lacy black panties. Her top was more black leather, a corset cinched tightly, her breasts proudly on display. Finally, he looked upon her face, pale beauty framed by her long dark hair.
"Crawl. All fours." She commanded as she clipped a leash to his collar. She walked across their playroom to a padded bench, John dutifully crawling behind her. At a simple tug on the leash he climbed onto the bench. With practiced ease she secured his wrists and ankles with cuffs attached to the bench. Finally she removed the leash and locked his collar to a short chain, keeping his head pointed towards the floor. As she strode confidently towards a shelf of toys, she began to lay out her tools for the night's play.
"Who do you belong to?" Anne asked. She enjoyed making him say the words even though she knew the answers.
"You mistress." He responded automatically. From the moment the collar had touched his neck he had began sinking into his role as her toy. No thoughts of his own, simply waiting for direction.
"And what can I do with my toy?"
"Anything you like mistress."
"Very good. And if I wanted to beat your ass raw to relieve my stress? What does my toy say to that?"
"I am yours to use mistress." John didn't know what was coming, but he didn't need to. He trusted his mistress completely.
"Good answer my pet." Her final word punctuated by the sharp sting of a flogger across his ass. With a groan he sunk into the padding of the bench. His body was naturally tense as a handful of quick strikes landed across his ass. Each hit brought a soft sound from his mouth as he began to relax. "Just one more thing we need I think." She said as she came around to his head. "Open" she commanded, and as he did he felt the firm plastic of a dildo gag push past his lips. Not too big, it was the perfect size to fill his mouth without causing discomfort. She fastened the gag tight and returned to her position behind him.
Time began to lose meaning as she brought the flogger down on his ass again and again. She started calm and measured, varying the speed and the force of each hit. Each sharp sting drew a muffled sound from his mouth. She would mix in moments of softness, letting the tails of the flogger brush lightly across his back. Each caress made him squirm into the bench. Already primed as her toy, the flogger had no trouble pushing him firmly down into his role. His mind felt foggy as he took the beating and he drifted weightlessly in that fog.
Meanwhile Anne was beginning to let her frustrations guide her arm. The blows with the flogger started landing faster and harder, painting his ass red with stripes. This was her therapy after a long day of stress, her moment of serenity as much as it was his. She fell gladly into her role much as he did. After a few minutes she switched the flogger out for a thick wooden paddle.
She knew her toy very well after all these years and what he could take, and she planned to push his limits today. The paddle came down on his ass with a deep thud. Lost floating in his own mind, John had no idea she had switched toys until the first hit landed hard. He screamed in surprise around the dildo in his mouth as the pain registered. The pain gave way to pleasant warmth and the scream finished as a low moan. The force of each smack shook his body, his hard cock swinging back and forth as he moaned. After each blow she watched carefully for his signal to stop, but it never came.
