My Queen walked across the room.
Her riding crop split the air as she swung it repeatedly. I was on the floor. Naked, kneeling, holding my hands on my back, and with my forehead touching the floor.
I didn't move at all.
She went to the cabinets at the end of the room. I could hear the noise when she looked through whatever was kept there.
When she got back to me, she placed a poster on the floor in front of me. "Look at this, boy". I straightened my back and looked at the poster. It had drawings showing a number of kneeling and standing positions with descriptions and numbers.
"We will train these positions extensively, and you will know them all by heart before we are done, boy. I am sure you'll recognize the third position.
Now go to your pillow and kneel in the first position!"
I knelt on the yellow pillow. Knees wide apart, back straight, hands on my thighs, palms up, eyes down.
"Very good, boy". She walked around me, inspecting me. I was completely silent. She slapped my knees, thighs and back with her riding crop to adjust my position.
When she was content, she told me to take the fifth position. I chacked the poster, put my hands on the floor behind my feet, and reclined my upper body, exposing my entire front to her.
"Good boy" she said. She touched my hard cock with the riding crop. "That cock and those balls are no longer yours. They may be attached to you, but from this moment on they belong to your Queen. I do not accept your touching them without my explicit permission. Is that understood, boy?"
"Yes, my Queen. Thank You, my Queen"
"We need a custom-made chastity device for you, but until we get it, we'll have to make do with the plastic one I found in your suitcase. I want you to wear it when we are not together. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, my Queen. Thank You, my Queen"
I felt her hard cock pulsating between my legs and imagined how long I would be able to stay locked up for her, but the mere thought of being in chastity and her taking complete control was turning me on. I felt extremely proud to be accepted as her property.
She knelt down and grabbed her cock with her left hand. "Not a sound, boy! Take it and enjoy."
She started whipping the cock-head with the tip of her riding crop. Gently at first, but then she hit harder and harder. I struggled to keep silent. Pleasure and pain were mixing together. I felt sore and extremely aroused at the same time. I got closer and closer to cumming from the rough treatment. When I was on the very edge, she let go of her cock, found a cane, and grabbed her balls in a firm grip. She caned her balls hard. The pain was excruciating. I tried moving around, but couldn't escape the cane. The pain was getting to me now and I heard myself screaming. She kept caning her balls, harder and harder. I struggled to handle the pain and silence myself. When I was finally quiet, she stopped the caning.
She got up and stood in front of me. "Thank me, boy!"
I leaned forward and started kissing her divine feet. "Thank You, my Queen" While I was kissing her feet, she started caning my ass. I focused all my attention on kissing her feet passionately and lovingly.
After about 12 strokes, she stopped and moved toward the wooden horse. She signaled me to crawl to her. I kissed her feet and she signaled me to stand. She handed me an Allen key and the two halves of a ball stretcher I purchased several years ago. It was stainless steel and had an eye bolt on either side. I gathered the stretcher around her balls and screwed the two halves together. When it was screwed on tight, I handed the Allen key back to my beloved Queen.
"Good boy. Get on the horse. I need to punish you for your outburst before."