Kisha waited three hours before going back into the room. She took a moment to study Jason's body. "Changed your mine any?"
He was visibly fuming and shook in the harness as she entered. "You said I'd only be hanging here for two hours! You lied to me!"
"You will learn that I don't lie. I am here to train you. I thought an extra hour appropriate."
He glared and shook in the harness once more. "Care to let me down now? My arm has been cramping for the past 20 minutes."
"Not yet. By the time we are finished you will be able to hang in there for 24 hours."
Softly he growled and shook again as he tried to move his arm from its painful position. The last twenty minutes had used up whatever patience he had left from the two hour hang. "Why would you want me to hang here for 24 hours?"
"Because I wish it and after a while you will do whatever I wish you to do."
His eyes flared as his arms once more cramped painfully and his temperament snapped, obscenities and curses spewing out of his mouth before he had time to think. "For fuck sake you stupid cunt, my fucking arms are killing me! Let me fucking out or am gonna kick your ass through the god damned wall!"
"Wow, you can speak. I hope you enjoy hanging because you get to stay another three hours for that mouthful. Tata," she said and left him.
"What?!? No! Let me go! You don't understand I, AARRGGHH!"
He let out an extremely loud wail of agony as both his arms cramped, feeling almost as if the muscles were tearing. Tears began forming at his eyes as fireworks of pain exploded in front of his vision.
Kisha gave him ten minutes then came back in the room. "Had time to think yet?"
Jason was almost whimpering in the body harness, tears streaming down his face from the agony flashing in his arms. "Please...the pain...it's too much."
"Yes it might be too much but you can either tolerate it or allow the original punishment."
He let out a low groan and had to cave in to her demands. "Fine, alright you win. I'll take the original just stop the pain please."
She lowered him to the floor and slowly untied him while massaging his cramping muscles.
He simply lay face down on the floor moaning into the floor as the pain finally subsided and the blood tingled through his sore muscles. "Thank you for that..."
"You see, you can get rewarded when you obey," she purred.
"Yup, rewarded for being a lapdog, what a high my life has hit this time. My father would be so proud..."
His voice was slightly muffled as he spoke into the floor, but the dripping sarcasm was clearly obvious.
She cuffed him sharply and then snagged a riding crop from the floor. She began hitting his ass hard.
"OW! Damnit!" He held his head from the sharp blow that smacked his forehead into the floor too. Seconds later the hard, stinging blows from the crop began raining down upon his ass.
"OW! Shit! Fuck! OW! STOP!" He quickly covered his burning ass with his hands, trying to shield himself from the blows.
He rolled to the side, relieving his ass from the crop but not realising his cock was now exposed.
Kisha didn't stop but gave him five quick hits to his cock.
Jason screamed in agony at the sudden harsh pain from the crop striking his semi erect cock. As he quickly covered it and cradled it, he shamefully realised it was hardening from the pain.
"My, my. You are turned on," she said calmly, before forcing his face up to look at her.
He was panting now, fresh tears running from his eyes at the pain. He stayed silent, having no smart ass response for this. He knew it to be true and felt both ashamed and excited about it.
"You see, Jason, I am not your enemy but your Mistress and I will make you enjoy every minute of your life. Or I can make it hell. Your choice."
He spat out the next few words, trying to rally his rage once more and bury his excitement in it, hoping it would simply go away along with his desire to be here. "Well so far I haven't had ANYTHING to enjoy. All that you've done is beat me up for doing forbidden things without telling me they are forbidden!"
"So you are admitting you want rules."
"No, I'm admitting I wanna know what stuff I have to not get caught doing!"
"Fair enough. No masturbating without my permission. You will follow the diet the doctor prescribes for you. YOU will call me Mistress at all times. You will not speak unless asked to do so."
Once more he stayed silent, however he gave her a grudging look of agreement. The look had obvious underlying tones of muttering in his head.
"I want to hear you say, "Yes Mistress," when I asked or explain something to you."
He hesitated a moment before mumbling a half hearted, "Yes Mistress."
He let his eyes fall to the floor as he said this, his defiant streak still strong in him.
Kisha patted his face. "Don't worry. You will get better."
Jason closed his eyes as the pat, a tiny hint of a smile at the edge of his mouth.
With a wince he let one hand slowly trail over the large red welts that had now formed across his ass and thighs.
"Come let's get you soaking in a tub."
He nodded and slowly rose to his feet, getting the feeling of his legs back before he tried to fully stand. Prideful he refused any help to stand, quietly in the back of his mind he remembered a song he had heard once before.
"The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice To change myself, I'd rather die Though they will not understand I won't make the greatest sacrifice You can't predict where the outcome lies You'll never take me alive"
She led him to the bathroom and ran the water. She put some healing salt into the tub and gestured for him to enter it.
He eyed the tub a moment before reluctantly stepping into it. A long hiss was heard as he slowly sat down, the hot water stinging his wounds.
"Do not worry. It will feel better soon."
He gave her a look that did no communicate belief, this lasted only a moment however as the hot water began to relax his sore muscles.
A long low groan of relief rolled from his lips without him realising and a look of bliss could be seen faintly on his features as his eyes closed.
Kisha slid her hands into the water and gently began rubbing his body, being careful of the welts she had inflicted on his cock.
Jason tensed a little in the water as her hands slid across his skin. His body still wary of her touch, fearing it might be about to inflict more pain upon him without reasoning.
She continued her slow, gentle movements. Never shouting or adding pain, only giving pleasure.
Gradually he began to relax and his muscles began to loosen, a small quite moan of pleasure escaped his lips as her fingers lightly grazed the welts on his cock. Even injured he could still pick the pleasure out and use it to cause a rise to form.
"See, it doesn't all have to hurt. It only hurts when you disobey," she calmly instructed before getting a special medicated soap that she used to lather her hands up and use on his body.
"Yeah well..." He could think of nothing else to put after this, his mind distracted now by the slight sting he soap gave to his welts.
Slowly as her hands worked lower on his body, his cock seemed to harden more so.
"Would you like to ride me?" she asked casually as she continued stroking his hardening cock.
He looked up at her and was about to readily agree when his paranoia stepped in. Raising an eyebrow he asked cautiously. "What's the catch?"
"No catch. You've earned it."
He thought a moment, enjoying the slight sting combined with the pleasure of Kisha stroking his length. In almost a whisper he spoke. "Then I'd have to say yes. I'd love to ride you."
She easily shed her clothes and stepped into the bathtub with him. She kneeled between his legs and continued stroking him for a moment, her gaze on his face.
He grip tightened on the edge of the tub as he watched her climb in with him and kneel between his legs. A long soft moan escaped his lips as he caught a look of her shaven lips as she stepped into the tub. The sight of her swinging breasts brought a visible jerk from his cock at the thought of his length thrusting between them crossed his mind.
"How about this. I let you play with me however you want. No strings attached."
Raising an eyebrow once more he cocked his head to the side. "Ok for this I know there's gotta be a catch, no way would a high class chick like you let me do whatever I wanted with you."
"You'd be surprised what a "high class chick" like me is willing to do. Being a domme and sub is a give and take relationship. If all I do is take then you will hate me and we'll be forever fighting. But if we both give and take, the relationship works better."
Once more he let his mind think over the possibilities as his paranoia made sure of the details. "And I won't get punished for what I do to you? Even if it ends up getting a bit rougher than you intended?"
"Nope, no punishments. I'm giving you permission to do what you want to do."
Having confirmed his insured safety, a sadistic smile of evil intent crossed his face. Revenge was going to be so very sweet.
Suddenly his hand shot out and smacked her across the face in a hard slap. "THAT is for not telling me what is forbidden BEFORE punishing me"
She blinked and kept her eyes on his face, not once uttering a sound.
Slowly he stood up, a menacing aura around his large body, like a wild bear finding out his master is all alone with nothing but his clothes on.
