The Queen Of Hearts Ch 03

Chapter Three

I awoke stiff and sore after an uncomfortable night outside in the kennel. Although it was early July, it had got quite chilly during the wee small hours and I had burrowed down into the smelly old blankets in the kennel and then wrapped them around me. I had no idea of the time although the sun seemed quite high in the sky as I crawled out and tried to stretch the kinks out of my spine, mind cursing Miss Thorne's harsh treatment.

My bladder was bursting and, to my shame, I had to surrender, relieving myself a bit like a dog as I crouched and aimed my cock at the flower bed nearby when I reached the full extent of my chain. I was in mid-stream when I became conscious of her presence by my side and I glanced round and felt ashamed to be caught in such a predicament while she just stood there and looked down at me scathingly.

"Did I give you permission, slave?" she asked, voice like glacial ice as her grey eyes observed my naked body.

"No but I needed to go," I muttered then yelped as she idly swung her arm and the short leather strap in her hand caught my bare bottom cheeks.

"You have forgotten two things, slave. Firstly that you only do what I tell you and secondly that I am to be addressed as Miss Thorne or mistress!" she snapped, punctuating her remarks by whipping the strap back and forth across my vulnerable arse.

I tried to wriggle away then yelped again as the leather caught the inside of my thigh and the bottom of my hanging ball sac much to her amusement.

"That will teach you to stay still when I am punishing you, won't it? Now put your hands behind your back, slave!"

I obeyed immediately then shivered as cuffs clicked into place, securing my wrists before the chain was removed from my collar.

"Follow me, slave," Miss Thorne stated coldly and she swayed gracefully away, making my cock twitch into life as I focused on her bottom cheeks moving under her tight black skirt and tried to ignore the pain in my knees.

We entered the kitchen and I sighed with relief as the cold tiles were a blessed relief after the flagstones of the patio. Two bowls, shining stainless steel, were set out in the middle of the floor and, as I looked on, she filled one with water and then tipped some cereal into the other before adding a little milk.

"Your breakfast, slave. Eat it up quickly because I have plenty to teach you this morning before I go out later."

I looked at the meagre offering and hesitated even though I was hungry and thirsty. Could I really humiliate myself any further and eat from a bowl like a dog?

"Your choice!" she laughed. "It's all that you are going to get so eat it or starve!"

A red hot wave of shame slithered through me as I crawled over to the bowls and bent over them. At least it wasn't dog food, I thought then swallowed hard as I wondered whether she would be that perverse and cruel next time. I found it really difficult to push my mouth into the cereal bowl without it getting up my nose and I could hear her chuckling softly as I chased the shiny steel across the floor until I had it trapped in a corner.

"Excellent. It's good to see that you have as much intelligence as a dog, slave!"

I felt myself flush even more and envisaged the tables being turned and her naked body bent over for my delectation and delight. I would make her arse so red, I vowed to myself, and ensure that she would not be able to sit comfortably for at least a week! My cock stiffened at the thought and I crouched lower to hide my erection as I continued to eat my scanty breakfast until it was all finished.

"Now drink up your water, little dog," she remarked and I lapped at the liquid in the next bowl, thankful that this one had a rubber ring around the bottom to prevent it moving. I still managed to dribble water down my chin though much to her amusement.

"I am sure that you will improve your technique over the next week, slave," she added as she tugged me after her having attached a lead to my collar and released my wrists from the cuffs and so I crawled painfully by her side around the kitchen as she taught me some simple commands. Most were easy enough to grasp quickly though I found myself having to resist the temptation to disobey as the humiliation of being brought to heel or ordered to beg washed through my mind. Yet perversely my cock stayed erect throughout. My crawling on all fours sped up and finally my mistress pronounced herself satisfied with my progress as she strolled round the kitchen with me by her side, head right alongside her soft grey skirt as it swished over her calves.

"Time to see if any progress has been made with your self-control," Miss Thorne murmured and I looked up and shivered as I saw her click her watch into stopwatch mode. My ignominious performance the previous evening weighed heavy upon me as she tugged me up onto my feet, cock sticking out proudly and eagerly as it waited for the silken touch of her fingers.

"I think it is going to be a hard spanking over my knee if you fail to last five minutes, slave!" she commented cruelly, grey eyes sparkling slightly at the thought and my prick twitched at the idea then my whole body shivered as she touched me and started the watch simultaneously.

I tried so hard to resist her sensuous stroking but found my body betraying me. Excitement coursed through my veins as she rolled my foreskin down and freed my swollen knob so that she could tease it with the palm of her hand. I tried to count the seconds in my head but even concentrating on the numbers could not prevent my body burning with the tense and alluring desire to come... and to do so as quickly as possible. I gritted my teeth and fought against the urge but she squeezed my ball sac gently, massaging the pebble-hard testes, then quickened the pace of her magical fingers suddenly. Lights exploded in my mind and then my cock erupted, jetting a white comet trail of semen across the floor. More followed as I surged forward, hips thrusting urgently as I spent my seed as she milked my shaft expertly, squeezing up the length and then rolling her fingers over the so sensitive glans until I was almost wincing in pain as my emissions dribbled away into nothingness.

"Four minutes and thirteen seconds," she announced and my cock twitched in her palm as my mind visualised what was to come. "Still pathetic and so strict training is required to keep this worthless little prick under control in my presence. Get down and clean the floor with your tongue while I go and find something appropriate to deal with your cock, slave!"

I dropped to my knees and, stifling a sob of shame, pressed my face to the tiles and started to lick up the liquid mess, swallowing it down with my pride as her heels clacked on the floor as she strode out of sight.

She returned within a minute and then spent a little while pointing out to me with the tip of her shoe areas which I had missed until she was finally satisfied. Then I was ordered to stand up once again, cock dangling limply against my thigh while a strand of pearly come wended its way slowly down from the tip.

"Close your eyes, slave, and don't move!" Miss Thorne snapped abruptly and my throat went dry as I followed her commands. Her fingers touched my cock and I heard the gentle rustling of a packet opening and then something rolled down over my length and I sighed with relief, realising that she was just encasing my prick in a condom. The latex squeezed my shaft tightly and tiny pinpricks of pain circulated through my nervous system as she squeezed my balls tightly and told me to open my eyes.

"It felt like a condom, didn't it?" she asked as I stared down at the tight rubber that had engulfed my prick. "The difference is that it's open ended and studded with tiny little protrusions that will make it increasingly uncomfortable the harder you get. Perhaps that will help you concentrate on controlling yourself properly in future?"

That comment hung in the air as she tugged on my lead and made me follow her out of the kitchen and into the dining room where she situated herself comfortably on an upright chair, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs as she sat. The very thought of bending over her lap and offering my bottom cheeks up for her hand made my cock swell and I stifled a groan as spikes of pain flickered through me suddenly.

"Hmm, perhaps we better do something about that dribbling cock? I do not want that staining my skirt!" she muttered thoughtfully and then my prick enlarged even more as she slowly and sensuously rolled her skirt up to reveal her stocking-covered thighs. It was heavenly just to look at the smooth black nylon and yet hellish to feel the sharp pangs of pain shoot into my cock shaft and then into my body.

"That should be better though if you stain these stockings then you will be licking them clean afterwards," she warned me as I bent over, encouraged by her hand tugging sharply on my lead.

That thought made me groan as my prick grew once more. The very idea of being close enough to kiss her covered skin and possibly to inhale the sweet musk of her quim causing my cock to bulge painfully against the tight rubber restriction. The sharp prongs dug into my sensitive shaft as she pulled on a pair of leather gloves before pulling me down over her waiting lap.

"I would not want to hurt my delicate hands on your arse cheeks," she opined with a slight chuckle before she started to smooth my bare bottom with the palm of her hand. There was something incredibly arousing about the feeling of the soft leather caressing my twin globes and I almost sighed with pleasure only to be caught out by the sharp smack that followed. A rapid flurry of spanks beat a drum tattoo on my skin and I gasped as the pain blossomed in my mind, travelling up from my arse in a split second. The spanking became more measured and regular, warming first my left cheek and then my right while I shifted on her silken thighs, trying to ease the pain through my movement. Somehow my erection pulsed even more strongly and the fresh pain of the spanking merged with the agonising prickling of the rubber bumps in the sheath around my cock to leave me in agonised ecstasy. Minutes passed and I lost track of anything but pain as a red mist clouded my mind and tears flooded my eyes.

"That will do for the moment, I suppose!" she announced suddenly, continuing to caress my heated buttocks with her gloved palm for a few precious moments before she reached down between my slightly parted thighs and grasped my scrotum. Squeezing it hard, she made my cock swell even more and I yelped with pain as she ordered me to stand. Feeling ashamed of my lack of control, I stood there, cock bobbing around like a cork on the sea, head bowed as she examined her stockings and pronounced herself extremely dissatisfied.

"Look at this mark, slave! There's another down here as well. You really have no idea of how to show proper restraint and control, do you? Now kneel down and prepare to lick me clean!"

The last command had me in ecstasy at the thought and I knelt swiftly then waited as she parted her slim thighs slowly, revealing a gossamer thin strip of lace that veiled her sweet pussy from my view. As I edged forward, I breathed in deeply and caught the faintest scent of her sex as my lips touched her stockinged thigh and I began to lick obediently, feeling my tongue slide over the silky surface. Pleasure vied with pain as I eagerly cleaned her stockings. My mind wondered if she would ever want me to do the same to her panties and I groaned inwardly as a twinge of agony shot through my cock at the thought. Seconds melded seamlessly into minutes as I licked away at the smooth nylon, feeling the slight warmth of her skin and the sensual scent emanating from her quim. It was heavenly to slide my tongue over the stocking and know that her body was just a mere fraction of an inch away from me. I convinced myself that I could feel the pulse in her thigh beating away against the tip of my tongue and then paradise was closed to me as she stood up and pushed me away so that I rolled on the floor.

"A fairly agile tongue indeed, slave. Perhaps you do have some useful qualities after all?" she mused, cold grey eyes observing me as if I was a specimen in a laboratory. "Time to give it a long rest now though," she added as she pushed a ball gag against my lips and waited patiently until I opened wide before buckling it securely into place and securing it with a padlock. Leading me back to my kennel, she chained me up securely, wrists attached to ringbolts set into the wooden walls, then squatted down and informed me that she was going out for several hours but that she would be back later to teach me how to be a better servant and slave.

"You will, of course, be able to contain yourself for that time as I will be very annoyed if I see any evidence to the contrary!" she snapped as she rose up, removing the delicious sight of her stockings from my view as her skirt draped down over her calves. I watched as her bottom cheeks swayed gracefully from side to side and my thoughts turned to what they would look like free and unencumbered by any cloth. I was still wondering as I heard a car drive out a few minutes later and my cock pulsed powerfully within its restricting and uncomfortable sheath. Automatically I went to move my hand down to it and relieve the awful ache but the chain held my wrist tightly to the side of the kennel and I groaned as I realised that there was nothing I could do to ease my predicament.