The Pleasure Slave To Mistress Yumi

Life as Mistress Yumi's Pleasure slave

My balls were chained to the floor. A tight steel cuff around my balls was pulled tight by a chain that was attached to a ring on the floor. My legs were spread about a meter apart and my nipples were tightly clamped and pulled up by a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. My arms and wrists were shackled behind my back. The whole arrangement was tight so that I could not move. Any movement would pull painfully on either my balls or nipples or both.

The same fate was true of three other slaves next to me, all of us lined up in a row. I was the only one who didn't have multiple whip and burn marks on my body. All the other of Mistresses slaves had both fresh and old whip marks and multiple burn marks from Mistresses cigarettes.

Mistresses ashtray slave had displeased her. He had been unable to keep his tongue outstretched and still, while Mistress had been extinguishing her cigarette on his tongue. Due to the slaves failure, all four of Mistresses slaves were being punished.

We had hung here since ten pm the previous evening. Mistress had a butler slave who was trusted to do all the work of applying the chains and shackles. Mistress would only come later to make sure everything was secure to her satisfaction.

It was now nine in the morning. We had been painfully hanging there for eleven hours. We were all exhausted, tired, hungry and thirsty.

I was brought out of my daydreaming by the sound of Mistress Yumi's high heels coming along the corridor, the heels resounding on the cold stone floor. The door to the punishment room was pushed open and Mistress stood there not saying a word. Of course slaves were not allowed to look at Mistress unless ordered too, so we all had our heads bowed and staring at the floor.

I was trained to always have an erection in the presence of Mistress. Mistress demanded that my cock should always be very hard in her presence.

As I had heard Mistresses heels coming down the hallway my cock automatically started to swell.

Mistress strode past the first slave, the hapless ashtray slave, and stood in front of me. "Look at me slave," Mistress ordered.

I looked up and beheld the asian beauty that is Mistress Yumi. She stood about five foot ten in her five inch heels, dressed in black leather, with leather thigh boots, mini skirt and leather jacket. Mistress wore leather gloves and she was holding a long black riding crop.

Mistress grasped my now fully erect cock and while stroking it with her leather gloved hand lent forward and bit my ear slightly and whispered "Good slave, you know I like your cock when it's very hard. You are a good boy and I will reward you later."

I loved and adored my Mistress completely. Mistress treated me very well, almost lovingly, hardly ever whipping or burning me. I was trained since birth as a pleasure slave and had gained good control over my ability to get a hard erection. Mistress was very pleased with me and loved to ride my hard cock and would often have multiple orgasms. Of course I was rarely allowed a release myself, maybe every few months as a special treat.

Mistress kissed my ear gently and let go of my throbbing cock. She then walked back to the ashtray slave who was by now undoubtedly trembling with fear at the prospect of the pain that was coming to him. Mistress was very kind to me, and was a very intelligent and creative lady but she was could also be very cruel and sadistic towards her slaves.

While eyeing her previous handwork by way of her whip and cigarettes on the body of her ashtray slave, Mistress pulled a cigarette from the pack in her pocket, lit it and took a long deep drag. Blowing the smoke into the face of the slave, Mistress ordered the slave to raise his head and look at her.

Mistress liked to look at the fear in the eyes of the slave she was about to punish.

"Have you learnt your lesson slave?" Mistress asked.

"Yes Mistress" the slave croaked. His mouth was completely dry, he had not been given anything to eat and drink for nearly twenty four hours, his last meal was Mistresses cigarette butt and ash.

"What!" Mistress shouted and at the same time she raised her leather crop and brought the end hard down on the unfortunate slaves cock.

The slave arched his head back and screamed "Yes Mistress!"

Again Mistress brought the crop hard down on his cock. The end of the crop landing right on his bell end, causing the skin to split and blood to appear.

Mistress took another long drag on her cigarette and again brought the crop hard down on the cock of the ashtray slave. The slave withered and screamed. Everything hurt, his cock was bloodied and causing so much pain and his balls and nipples were on fire from all the slaves withering.

"Well, let us see," said Mistress, taking another drag on the cigarette. A long ash had formed on the end. '

"Open," Mistress commanded.

The ashtray slave opened his mouth wide and put out his tongue as far as he could, just as he was trained.

"Now lets see if you can keep that tongue still this time"

Mistress flicked her ash on the tongue of the slave. He tried his best not to move.

"Very good slave."

Mistress came back to me and whispered in my ear, her smoky breath making my cock throb even more. Stroking my cock Mistress whispered that all this activity was making her very wet and so I should be ready soon to give her pleasure. I was always ready for that. It was my life.

Mistress went back to the ashtray slave and touched his cock with the end of her crop. Pressing down on it Mistress asked "Is that painful slave?"

The slave hadn't received the order to retract his tongue and so he gargled a "Yes Mistress," and Mistress laughed at his attempt to say yes.

"Yes Mistress," Mistress repeated as she twisted the end of her crop into the cut on the end of the slaves cock. Then quickly lifting the crop, Mistress struck the end of his cock once again with full force.The slave arched again in pain but managed to keep his tongue out.

"Very good slave," Mistress said, then taking a final drag on her cigarette stubbed it out slowly and deliberately on the slaves chest just above his nipple. The slave arched his back once more in pain. Mistress then placed the butt on the slaves outstretched tongue.

Walking back to me she grasped my hard cock once again and stroked its length with her leather gloved hand and smiled.

"Butler!" Mistress shouted. The butler hurried in. "Free this one and bring him to my room." Mistress then gave a strong pull on my cock and walked out of the room, straight past the ashtray slave who was still positioned with his mouth wide open and tongue outstretched.