I had been training with my Mistress for several months. I was collared, but She
felt I needed a considerable amount of training and so She trained me intensely
with an enormous amount of expectations and for every mistake or flaw, I was
punished. On one of my scheduled days of service to Her, I arrived at Her
dungeon on time (there'd be hell to pay if I was late, so I was careful to never
be late). As soon as I saw Her, I knelt as I had to do every time I was in Her
presence unless She otherwise specified. There were some days, that everything
was completely formal and full of ritual. On other days, though not that many, I
was allowed to be a bit more relaxed and sit on the furniture and speak with
Mistress a bit more freely. There were less of those days, but it was always up
to Mistress according to Her mood and I was informed upon arrival if we were
going to have a relaxed day. Even if this were the case, I was still expected to
speak only with respect to my Mistress and I still had to ask permission for
certain things: ie to leave the room if She were in it, to go to the bathroom,
to drink, to smoke, etc. I enjoyed these days sometimes as I got to enjoy the
company of my Mistress and perhaps, watch a movie or eat a nice dinner together.
She was still my Mistress - always- but during those times, I was not required
to be in formal training mode. This day was not one of those days.
"Hello, Mistress, " I say trully excited to see Her. She tells me to head to the
dungeon room and She will meet me there and She turns to go into another room. I
head to the dungeon room and kneel awaiting Her. I look around the room that has
become so familiar to me: the deep crimson and black carpet, the chains that
hang from the ceiling, the crisp black leather couch, the gothic sconces on the
wall and the candles all around that dimly light the room. I wait for several
minutes; thoughts run through my head as I wonder what Mistress has in store for
me today. Some days, she enjoys tormenting me and testing and pushing my pain
threshold and making my body writhe in pleasure; and some days I am allowed to
cum and satisfy the burning inside me, others I am denied the privelege and I
must suffer the agony of my unsatisfied hunger. My orgasms are totally up to
Mistress's discretion and She decides on Her whim if and when and how I may
orgasm. Some days, I clean or do other types of chores, and on other days, She
sends me out on errands all day to hunt down things She desires. Mistress is a
total perfectionist and it is almost impossible to complete the tasks perfectly;
I try my hardest to please Her, but, She wishes to train me to do everything
perfectly according to Her expectations. She is a gorgeous sadistic Goddess and
it is my number one focus in my life: to please Mistress and satisfy Her
expectations. My job is where I must go everyday, but my time otherwise belongs
to Her and the wish to please and serve Her is what I strive for always.
Finally after ten minutes or so on my knees, Mistress enters. She walks directly
in front of me and stops and I bend down and lightly kiss Her boots as I have
done every time She enters the dungeon room for the first time in my day with
Her. "Thank you, Mistress, for Your training, " I say, which is what I must say
after I kiss Her feet. "How are you doing today, pet? " She asks me, in such a
caring manner, yet she never loses Her commanding aura for a second.
"I am well, Mistress, thank You."
"Good, I am glad." She smiles at me. In the next breath, She orders, "Clothes
off, " matter of factly as she stands over me. I immediately get up and disrobe,
removing every piece of clothing and laying it in a neat pile and return to my
kneeling position. Mistress grabs a crop from the wall and sits on the leather
couch. She motions for me to come in front of Her and so I scooch over a few
feet so that I am kneeling in front of Her. My hands remain on my thighs as
Mistress slowly drags the crop down my shoulder to my breast as she informs me,
"Today, I have a friend coming over." Mistress slowly pulls the crop down to my
crotch. "You are to be on your absolute best behavior. I expect you to do
everything you are supposed to, no mistakes. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, " I quickly reply, wondering who is coming over and what it has
to do with me.
Mistress tells me to spread my legs and to put my hands on my head and I
immediately do so. "If you make me proud and act properly, you will be rewarded.
If you do anything wrong in front of my company, you will be a very sorry slave.
I hope you do not dissappoint me," Mistress then strikes the crop down hard on
my pussy.
"Yes, Mistress!" The stroke of the crop forces me to answer forcefully. She
strikes my pussy again, harder and I let out a moan, but am careful not to move
from position. She flicks the crop between my pussy lips and I can feel a slight
wetness building. Mistress lets the crop come down again on the same spot.
Mistress puts the crop in front of my mouth horizontally and commands me,
"Open." I open my mouth as she places the crop in my mouth. I then clamp down as
she tells me to "hold this". Mistress then gets up and walks behind me.
"My company is coming in a while. In the meantime... hmmmm.. " Mistress paused
for a minute thinking. She returns with what I could see were two clothespins
which she puts down on the couch. She walks again behind me and I hear her tell
me, "I want you to polish these, " and she lays several floggers, crops, whips,
restraints and all the leather toys I knew of in the room on the couch. Mistress
then tosses a rag in front of me and puts a bottle of leather polish on the
coffee table next to the couch. My hands are still on top of my head and my
knees are spread as I have not been told to move otherwise. Mistress picks up
the two clothespins from the couch and one at a time, clamps them on each of my
nipples. The pain is quick and sharp and I let out a short sigh. "Don't want it
to be boring for you, my dear, " Mistress says, amused a bit more than I am.
Boring would have been okay; in ten minutes, I know my nipples will be burning
intensely. In twenty, I fear the burn will be intolerable. I don't even know how
long She will leave them on me.
Mistress takes the crop from my mouth and adds it to the pile. "You can begin, "
Mistress says with the same tone of voice that my college professors used. I
quickly grab the first implement in reach and the bottle and rag and start my
task. "Those clothespins better not move or I'll move them in a way you will not
like, " She adds.
"Yes, Mistress, " I say, my voice slightly pained.
Mistress grabbs my hair suddenly and pulls my head straight back, "I'll be back
in a bit, " she chimed as she lightly kissed my forehead. She left the room and
I polished.
I polished for ten minutes when as I predicted, the burning became intense. I
breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth as I bared the budding
pain. I was careful to do a thorough job, making sure that on every spot, the
polish was evenly applied and that there was no dust or lint anywhere on each of
Mistress's toys. Every piece was nice and shiny. About ten more minutes went by
and my knees were beginning to ache so I shifted my weight which alleviated most
of that discomfort. But, there was nothing I could do about the slicing pain in
my nipples. My body wanted me to pull those clothespins ever so slightly even
for one second to relieve my burning nipples, but I wouldn't dare no matter
what. Not only would I be punished far worse than any of the pain that those
clothespins were causing, but I would be disobeying my Mistress and nothing
would abate the guilt I would feel for that. I was attempting to dilligently
clean the implements, but I kept stopping to place my arms down and bend forward
on my knuckles as I was now in severe pain. I closed my eyes and tried to wish
the pain to subside in my brain. I had to keep working for if I did not finish
what Mistress thought was the amount that should be done by the time She
returned, I feared She'd be unhappy with my work, which would also result in
some kind of torturous, very unpleasant punishment for me. I looked at my watch
and watched the minutes drag on. I tried blowing on my nipples, but that was
completely pointless.
I had about 3/4 of the toys given to me in my done pile. I heard Mistress's
footsteps as She entered the room and I began polishing even quicker and without
hesitations so She would not think I was not working hard. The pain was so
intense at this point, I wanted to just sob. I kept letting out little whimpers
uncontrollably. Mistress ordered me to stop and turn around to face Her as She
walked toward me and I about faced, still on my knees. She told me to put my
hands on my head and I did, wishing She would kindly remove those bastardly
clothespins from my nipples. Please please please just take them off, I was
begging in my mind. I didn't say a word because that would only cause Her to
leave them on longer than She intended or to flick them with Her fingers to
cause me even more discomfort; I know because I've made that mistake before. If
She were to ask me how my nipples are feeling or if She were to ask me if I have
any requests, then I would be allowed to plead for their removal. Otherwise, I
must bare what She wills to do with me. Mistress walks behind me in the small
space between myself and the couch. I can see Her picking up and looking at each
of the implements I polished out of the corner of my eye. Please please please
hurry and get these things off of me, I wished so loudly I think She could
almost hear the thoughts in my brain.
I could see through my peripheral vision Mistress putting the toys back down one
by one on the couch and she then walked around so that She was in front of me
again. My mind was filled only with my thoughts running rampantly wishing She
would just remove those clothespins. With my hands still on my head, Mistress
lightly caressed my breasts around my nipples. She worked in circles making me
think of nothing else but the raw burn of my nipples. I thrust my body slightly
toward Her trying to subconsciously will Her to end my current misery. Mistress
took one hand and began fingering my clit slowly. It was all I could do to
remain still and not move and I wasn't going to do anything that could possibly
cause these clothespins to be on me for a longer time. I knew that was what my
Mistress was almost trying to make me do.. She was trying to make it very
difficult for me not to squirm so that if I did, she would leave me with the
clothespins or there'd be flicking them intently causing agony and I would have
almost knowingly caused my own added suffering. I closed my eyes and tilted my
head back and moaned in the mix of the cutting pain of my nipples and the waves
of sensation running through my body from Mistress's fingering. "I'm not
bothering you, am I?" I was asked.
"No, Mistress, I am Yours to do whatever You wish. I love to suffer for You,
Mistress." was the correct answer I made my mouth say. Certain questions asked
had definitive answers Mistress expected to hear. At first, it was difficult to
remember these responses- especially with such distractions as what I was
enduring now. After enough training, I could say these things in my sleep.
Mistress took two fingers and penetrated my pussy, sliding Her fingers in me as
far as She could reach. I almost fell over, but managed to keep my hands on my
head and whimpered loudly as I was becoming so wet with desire at this point.
Mistress pulled her fingers out of me suddenly and put them in front of my lips.
Knowing what She expected, I began to suck my own wetness off of her fingers. I
sucked hard and fiercely as I was taught a slave must always suck what is in her
mouth hard and fiercly. "Good girl, " She praised me. Her praise was worth
everything in the world and I'd do anything to earn it.
Mistress removed Her fingers from my mouth and walked behind me. The pain in my
nipples was almost unreal. Mistress told me I did a good job on Her toys. Thank
the lord I thought to myself. "Thank you, Mistress " I replied to Her
compliment. I was happy I pleased her, but I was even more relieved that I would
not be punished one way or another through these clothespins. There was a minute
of silence as Mistress just stood behind me. Please please please, I thought in
my head. Finally, after what seemed like an absolute eternity of that silence
and my waiting with my hands on my head and the piercing pain of my nipples
shooting through my brain, She finally asked: "Would you like me to take the
clothespins off?"
"Pleeeeeaaase, Mistress, if You would have mercy on Your slave. " I knew She'd
like that. I said it with an absolute begging tone in my voice and then I let
out a few true whimpers of pain. I know if I said too much or said please a
dozen times in a row like my instinct was to do, She would only leave me in my
plight. I learned this early in my training as well. My Mistress felt
undignified begging was unbecoming and unnecessary unless she wished to see a
slave beg in such a manner specifically.. Some begging by a slave is a good
thing, I was told, but too much is whiney and childish and won't be rewarded
with what I wish. This can be so hard, especially when I am in as much torment
as I am in this moment, but I am learning to control myself according to
Mistress's wishes.
"Yes, " I was informed and my heart danced for joy. This was one of the most
tormentuous moments in my time with Mistress. Waiting and waiting for something
that could have been done five minutes ago when my nipples are dying in pain is
torture. It's more tortuous than any crop, cane or paddle. I thrust my nipples
forward so anxious for this happy moment in my meager life. Mistress leaned over
and asked if I was ready. She asked this because She knew that the immediate
pain upon removal of clothespins is mind blowing. The pain increases so fast and
so hard before it will subside. I answer in the affirmative and take a deep
breath and close my eyes. She takes them off quickly mercifully and I yelp in a
momentary agony. "Thank You, Mistress," I quickly mutter through my pained
breath. I bend over slightly to catch my breath as the pain starts to subside.
"You can put your hands down now, " Mistress commands.
Again, I thank Her as I breath slower as the burning subsides more and more. My
nipples are still burning, but it is completely bareable at this point. It
remains at this same constant level and I am so grateful to be free of the
excruciating clothespins.
"My company is coming shortly. Do you have to use the bathroom before She comes?
" Mistress asks.
"Yes, please, Mistress."
"Go and then come back here. Put everything back where it goes . You can finish
the rest another day. After everything is cleaned up, you can wait for us on
your knees over there, face the wall, hands behind your back. Understand? " She
pointed to a place near the corner of the room on the same wall as the door.
"Yes, Mistress, " and I leave the dungeon room and use the restroom. I wash my
hands and face with cool water and rub my nipples which is of the greatest
relief. I return to the dungeon and put the different toys away and then get
down on my knees and face the wall as Mistress instructed with my hands clasped
behind my back not knowing how long it would be that I remain here.
