Introduction: This is an account of two mature individuals who completely understand the essence of sadomasochism and its regenerative effects when intelligently employed.
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The closer she came to the house, the faster the beating of her heart. She knew that confessing to a transgression would trigger more than just a single punishment -- more than a beating with the crop or the strap. He would enjoy her penitence and carry it to extremes. It was her own desire to find His limits that really prompted her to confess to such a minor misdemeanor.
At noon she had gone to the second floor Teacher's rest room which was rarely used due to its out the way size and location. It was literally nothing more than a toilet and a sink with a 4 x 4 anteroom. She used this one because she could 'do her business' without fear of being heard or interrupted.
"Her business," of course, was more complicated than any other woman in the building. He required that she eliminate (pee) in a proscribed manner. Evacuation (a bowel movement) was left to her own discretion without conditions. The elimination, however, was to be done according to instruction, i.e. breasts exposed, ass not touching the toilet seat, nipples pinched while urinating.
On some occasions she first had to remove the chain He required she wear that was hooked to a larger chain around her waist and pulled tight to her cleanly shaved crotch. When the chain was required, He allowed her to leave the small Master lock that hung on the two rings which pierced her outer labia at home. Dangling from the right ring was a small dog tag that bore the inscription: "Owned by HIM."
The transgression came when she completely forgot to squeeze her nipples as she urinated because she was trying to keep her skirt gathered around her waist. It took some time for her to manage a system whereby she could hold up her dress or skirt and still free her hands to squeeze the nipples. Today, however, she failed.
Of course she needn't tell Him -- He couldn't possibly know. Today's orders did not require her to video the pee stop, as He had on other occasions. That required her to bring a length of yarn to attach her Iphone to the hook on the door so the transaction could be recorded.
But the closer she came to the house, the more certain she was that she would confess.
The garage door closed. She entered the house and, as required, removed all of her clothes. The garage was attached to the house and the door opened onto a lower level that was a family room with bar, full bath, sofa, chairs, TV, and end tables. A door at the far end of the room opened into a standard basement arrangement where the furnace, electrical, and storage shelves were located. The basement ceiling was 10 feet high making it appear much larger than it was.
Once naked, she was required to place herself at the bottom of the stairs in Slave Position 1, which was: kneeling, upper torso on the floor, both arms stretched out, ass high in the air. Her position was such that her ass faced the stairs making it completely visible to Him.
Some days He would come down immediately -- on other days she would wait for as long as 30 minutes. To date He had never gone longer than that.
Today it was just a matter of two or three minutes. He descended and walked around so that He stood directly before her outstretched hands. He spoke. The words were always the same.
"The cunt may perform her greeting."
The greeting was a daily ritual. Once prompted, barely moving her position, she removed the shoe or sandals or sock from the foot He put forward. Once the foot was naked, she moved to it and bathed the top of it with her tongue, making sure she covered the entire surface -- licking was not enough -- it must be laved.
This ritual was then followed by the same question: "Does the cunt have something to say, today?"
There was a hesitation. She cleared her throat and spoke very quietly: "Yes, Sir. The cunt has transgressed."
"Hmmm!" He sounded pleased. She knew He would. "All right. Kneel up."
'Kneel up' meant that she was to remain on her knees but adjust her torso in a straight, rigid position with her arms tight to the sides of her thighs.
"And what transgression must she report?"
"The cunt failed to squeeze her nipples while eliminating today."
"For every elimination or just one?"
"Just, one, Sir."
"Hmmm. Let me think on this." He walked back and forth before her as she maintained the rigid posture, her eyes focused on the floor. Finally He stood before her, reached down, grabbed a full handful of hair, pulled it backwards so her face was thrust upward. Her eyes remained on the floor. He then slapped her face twice -- not hard -- but enough for her to feel the sting.
Face-slapping was one of His methods to instill instant humiliation and control over her. He did it because He knew she didn't like it and for the signal it delivered to her enslaved mind.
"Well, we both know that the cunt must be punished. Right now, however, I wish to wash my cunt. I want you outside, Position 2, and prepare for a cleansing."
Without hesitation she drew herself to her feet and walked briskly to the door. She went outside and stood before the hose located at the rear of the house on a brick-covered deck. There was no concern of her being seen, as the rear of the house was completely private being enclosed by an 8 foot slab fence. He often had her in the backyard tied, whipped, humiliated.
Position 2 was a standing position, legs wide apart, hands clasped behind the head, eyes down. Inside -- He would require her to open her mouth and extend her tongue -- but this was done only on His command.
He gathered the necessary materials: bucket, liquid body wash, soft bristled brush (the type used for cars), and hose. The brush attached to the hose so that the water flushed through the bristles.
He first gave her a rinsing by scrubbing her entire body, head included, with the flushing water-splaying brush. The water was cold and she grimaced at the discomfort. He then dipped the brush into the foaming bucket and began to scrub her body working from her feet, up her legs across her upper torso, onto her head, across her back down to her ankles, covering every inch of her body. The water gushed through the brush soaping and rinsing. He then took the brush and forced it between her legs scrubbing her crotch vigorously.
"Turn around and spread."
She obediently turned, bent over, reached behind and spread her ass cheeks exposing her anus and labia. He worked the brush across her buttocks, against her anus, and then through the crevice of her crotch. He spent a good deal of time scrubbing this area, knowing it was both a source of discomfort and pleasure.
The wash complete, she returned to Position #2. He then toweled her entire body until she was dry. Her hair, however, was still wet and stringy.
"To the Table."