The next several days were tough for me. Each day begins with flogging, a routine of mean treatments, and then would end with flogging in the evening when she brings me dinner.
I greet her every morning when she comes into my cell, and she wouldn't even answer or talk to me first until she has first set my ass on fire with the whip or cane, only after that would I hear her say something. My subconscious got programmed to expect torture.
Day after day, I felt more at peace with the way she treated me. She wasn't treating me nice, rather she treated me like an animal. She not only treated me so, she repeatedly told me that is what I am, and required me to stay on all fours like a dog whenever I was in her presence, or more accurately, whenever she brought her presence to me in the cell.
My soul began to find peace in being degraded. Things that an average person would see as 'insane,' became 'training' to me. I began to love being her victim.
I was broken.
The flogging and leftover feeding continued in the same routine until about Day 14 when she added a new twist to how she treated me.
She walked in with a cane and went straight for my ass, which had marks and welts already, and for some reasons the pain strangely aroused me whenever I was alone.
It was still painful, but now I welcomed the pain and allow it to pass through me. I had become one with my predicament. She started whipping me with the cane. Some old wounds reopened. Some new ones opened up upon old ones, wound upon wound, welt upon welt.
I groaned and grunted more than I screamed. Also, my stability had greatly increased. I stood in position while she tore my ass with the cane. I whimpered. I groaned. I grunted. I sobbed. But I didn't move away or fall out of position. She was visibly very happy and impressed with me.
"You take it like a bitch, I will reward you," she said and pulled off her panties and made me wear it on my face, with the crotch right on my nose. It was wet and sticky.
She was wet just from caning me. Her pussy juice had leaked out and now, I was sniffing it on her panties.
She checked my temperature and then announced to me she wanted to be sure I wasn't infected, and since now she was sure of that, she would use me for some intimate pleasures. It was then I knew why she probably took my nose swab the previous day.
She wore the strap-on dildo around her waist and lubed it. She moved behind me and lubed my ass. She carefully removed the buttplug from my ass which was now super numb.
"Boy! Your pussy is so ready it's practically begging to be fucked!"