In order to prepare his slut for his evening pleasure he started with the slut's pussy. He placed a ball gag in her mouth to prevent her from using her safe word just yet. Next he used leather neck and wrist restraints with her arms held behind her back. He then put his slut on a wooden chair adequate to support her ass but very uncomfortable. The seat is just wide enough that if the slut wiggled too much she would fall off the chair. Attached to the four chair legs were four poles that he would attach her wrist and ankles to as needed. This time he suspended the slut's ankles with leather cuffs attached to adjustable chains which would allow them to be high enough to open her legs wide. Her legs were spread open sufficiently for him to use the fabric cat-o-nine tails against the slut's pussy, since only the slut's ankles were attached to the poles. Her back was held on to the chair with several leather straps to keep the slut from falling totally off and her body landing hard on the floor. This in itself made her even more uncomfortable with her arms between her back and the hard wooden chair.
At first he tickled her pussy with the ends of the tails and made his slut smile and giggle. After a few moments of this he started to strike it against the slut's pussy in an easy crisscross over motion. As time passed the slut began to flinch with pain causing him to smile devilishly with each assault against the reddening skin. His smile made her feel uncomfortable yet it was turning her on regardless of what was happening to her because she was starting to reach the edges of subspace.
Despite the pain she was feeling, he noticed little drops of moisture dripping between her lips. When the slut started to wiggle, several times she almost slipped off the chair, and his response was to lift her up by putting a dildo on a long stick which he pushed into the pussy with ease to center her ass back on the chair. He thrust the dildo in and out several times making her smile with delight, plus she became wetter and begun to squirm even more, as he sensed her urge toward her first orgasm of the day. He went back to using the cat-o-nine tails to stop the oncoming orgasm.
After he finished preparing her pussy lips, he released her ankles from the chains leaving the cuffs on because they were still needed for what comes next. With her legs on the floor on each side of the chair he removed the leather straps around her body. She was sore and it took several steps in order for her to walk on her own over to the whipping pony.
At the whipping pony she did a little stretch to help relax the kink in her lower back. As she moved her upper body, he attached her ankles to the pony before bending her over. He finally released her wrists from the restraints that held them behind her back and he removed the whole collar device from her neck as well. Once the slut's wrists were free he attached them to the legs of whipping pony. He went over to his wall of disciplinary devices to decide which one to use on the slut this time. Would he use the items the slut hated the most -- bull whip, riding crop, or twelve inch slapper with holes. Maybe something he hasn't tried on the slut yet -- one of his heavy leather devices such as the thirty inch braided flogger / cat-o-nine tails, a leather extreme punishment strap, or maybe the rounded paddle with holes . . .
He looked over at his slut and saw her watching him upside down. He saw the horror in her eyes as he approached the strict leather devices. This pleased him to see the horror as he made his choice. He considered the fact that she was still new to being a slut, and was willing to do almost anything for him. He finally picked the thirty inch braided cat-o-nine tails as he took it off the wall. Taking it in his hand he whipped it against the wall a couple of times to watch her flinch at the sound the flogger made striking the brick.
As he moved over to the whipping pony he heard a loud rumble just before he brushed his fingers over her unmarked ass. With a broad smile he admired the blank canvas he was about to mark. She wiggled and giggled from his feathery touches as he tickled her ass. Watching his slut he noticed fluid dripping down the insides of her thighs.
'Very nice, she's getting turned on,' he thought with the motion of his arm in an upward motion in order to bring the flogger down for the first of a dozen strikes he planned to give the slut's pure white ass. With each strike the slut moaned in pain, with each additional strike her moans became more disagreeable. If it wasn't for the ball gag she would have been screaming out the agreed upon safe word but he didn't believe in safe words when he was breaking in a new slut. He knew just how far to take his action before stopping, and when he was finished he caressed his handy work with delight as the ass beneath his fingers wiggled to be free of his touch. At the touch of his fingertips he felt the heat from the welts that had grown in a crisscross fashion.
He knew that even the slightest touch to either the slut's ass or pussy which had been abused would cause pain to be shot through the slut's nervous system. The slut's skin was tender even when he breathed on it ever so lightly.
As he removed his slut from the whipping pony, first he freed her ankles since he feared if he released the wrist first she might slip off and fall on the floor. He might be a little cruel; but he didn't like to be overly harsh to his slut. Harming her would make her worthless to him and herself. As he released her wrists, he helped her to stand up and supported her entire weight in his strong arms as she could barely walk. He considered watching her crawl with her lovely marked ass slowly moving across the floor knowing it would be a major turn on for him. He didn't want to get that turned on yet, there were a few more things to be done before this evening's pleasure.
He placed his slut on the floor on the bedding he had laid out for her, allowing her to lay down on her side. He could see she was weak from the day's activities thus far. He left the dungeon long enough to get her something to eat and drink. In his kitchen he got Manhattan clam chowder and a bottle of cold water. Upon his return he put some lotion on her sore red ass to help the ass to heal properly, and then he sat her up leaning against his strong warm masculine body. She wiggled on the bedding trying to get comfortable in order to eat what he brought for her.
She smiled for him as her hand caressed his bare muscular leg; her touch was light and feathery to him. He saw the small amount of pleasure that this gave her and it pleased him. When they were both settled into their positions next to each other he handed her the cup of soup. Slowly she drank from the cup then with the spoon she ate the contents of the soup. When she was finished, he allowed her to drink some of the cool water.