I knelt facing the wall for what I guessed to be at least twenty minutes; it was
a pure guess because I was unable to see any clock or my watch as my hands were
clasped behind my back. I started to feel a dull ache in my knees, but I could
not really shift my weight at all with my hands behind my back. I had no idea
when my Mistress was coming back and not knowing how long I would be on my knees
waiting was more tormenting than being in this position itself. If I knew it
would be a half hour, for example, than at least I would have an idea in my head
of how long I'd be like this; but not knowing at all made it seemingly infinite
and it was that sense of unknown infinity that made the weight on my knees
multitudes heavier by the minute.
After probably ten minutes more, I heard Mistress's footsteps walk past the door
of the dungeon and I heard the front door open. I heard another woman's voice
but could not make out anything that was said. I heard Mistress and the other
woman approach the dungeon closer and closer and a nervousness set in. I was
most apprehensive because who was visiting and why and how it would affect me
was completely unknown to me- everyone knows the fear of the unknown is the
absolute worst kind of fear. Mistress and the other woman entered the dungeon
and I made sure to straighten my back as straight posture was pertinent to
Mistress when in a kneeling position. Mistress and Her guest chatted for a few
minutes and I ascertained from the conversation that this woman was a good
friend of Mistress. The two of them stood and talked only a few feet from me,
but neither made any gesture to acknowlege that I was even there. I tried to
turn my head ever so slightly, trying to do it unnoticeably, and I could only
make out the other woman's figure in the corner of my eye. I saw that she wore a
black suit of some kind, but I could not see her face or any of her features
specifically at all. I thought I could sense my Mistress glancing at me, that
sense of someone watching you is almost always unmistakeable. So, I shifted my
eyes back to staring downward at the wall in front of me.
Mistress and her friend continued to chit-chat seemingly catching up on each
other's lives. I continued to kneel in the same position all this time, all the
while my presence had been completely unacknowledged by Mistress or her friend.
I continued to listen to their conversation which was nothing more than mundane
chatter between two friends. I curiously then heard Mistress mention to Her
friend that she recently acquired a few new toys. I heard Mistress's walk over
to the other side of the room and she opened what I knew was Her toy chest. I
was careful not to move a muscle, not knowing for certain if Mistress was
watching me or not. Mistress was telling her friend about a new remote
controlled vibrating butt plug that has all kinds of "cool functions," as She
put it. Mistress apparently was showing her friend the device which She said was
bought by one of Her other slaves. Mistress's friend seemed to be greatly
interested in this plug and mentioned that She loves butt plugs and thinks they
are very effective in training Her slaves. So, my Mistress's friend is also a
Mistress, I realized. This fact made me both a little excited and a little
nervous. Excited because, well, a Dominant woman is always terribly exciting to
me. Nervous because now I knew why my Mistress told me I better be on my best
behavior and that for even the slightest mistake I would be sorely punished.
My Mistress also told her Mistress friend that she also received a pair of
wireless remote controlled vibrating nipple clamps. "This is the age of
technology alright, " Mistress's friend wittily chimed. I heard my Mistress walk
over to the side of the room closer to where I knelt where all the crops and
floggers hung from the wall. Mistress excitedly told her friend about new
paddles She bought that have cut outs and added that they really have to be seen
in action. I had no idea what She was talking about. In fact, I didn't know
anything about any of these new instruments at all; Mistress must have gotten
them very recently or She purposely did not show them to me or use them on me.
Her friend admired these toys and mentioned that She must go toy shopping really
soon and suggested they go together in the near future. My knees were really
feeling strained and I struggled a bit to maintain my position, scared to move
at all with my Mistress so close by.
Mistress then told her friend that She has another new toy and then I heard Her
walk directly towards me until She was standing right behind me; Her shadow
capped over me, and I felt my heart beat so loudly in my chest in nervous
anticipation. "This is my new slave. Turn around, jade, and say hello to my
friend, Mistress Cassandra. " I had never served Mistress in front of anyone
else before and I was very self-conscious of my nakedness, but I knew this was
my place as Her slave whether anyone else was present or not. Being that this
was the first time anyone else was present while I was servile, I was extremely
nervous, moreso than ever before in my service to Her; I wanted to be a perfect
slave and make Mistress proud and only hoped I could live up to Mistress's
expectations of me.
I immediately turned around, relieved to be able to move a bit, and said,
"Hello, Mistress Cassandra, it is an honor to meet You." I leaned forward and
placed a light kiss on Mistress Cassandra's shoes and then returned to an
upright kneeling position. I was now facing my Mistress and able to see Mistress
Cassandra for the first time even though She had been here for what I estimated
to be nearly fifteen minutes at this piont. Mistress Cassandra gave a slight
smile to me and said, "Hello" and then returned to converse with my Mistress.
She asked Her how long She has been training me, if I was a difficult slave to
train and asked about my Mistress's recent trip to London. My Mistress talked a
bit about Her vacation in London and then told Mistress Cassandra that I have
been with Her for three months. She said that I was endearing which made me so
happy to hear, but added that I need much refinement and can be a bit lazy so
She has had to work on those things quite a bit. They talked among themselves
and talked about me as though I were not even there. I just stayed kneeling, not
making a peep or moving a muscle, and I noticed Mistress Cassandra was quite
attractive with long, jet black hair and Her lips were painted a fierce shade of
red. She wore a black business suit and Her skirt hem was several inches above
Her knees, just long enough to cover Her ass, revealing an amazing pair of legs.
She wore black patent leather shoes with stilletto heels that were gorgeous. She
was to die for. My own Mistress was even more amazing, however, with Her
beautiful pin-straight, shiny crimson hair. Her silky black dress revealed the
longest, leanest legs I ever knew and She wore knee high shiny platform boots
that I polished only days earlier.
Mistress asked her friend, Cassandra, if She wanted to see how the new toys
worked and Mistress Cassandra answered cheerfully, "Of course! Nothing is as
much fun as breaking in a new toy."
Mistress walked towards the center of the room and told Mistress Cassandra to
make Herself comfortable. There was a sofa about three feet from the center of
the room with two end tables on either side and Mistress Cassandra sat down and
crossed Her legs, putting Her arm on the armrest to Her side. Mistress looked at
me, snapped Her fingers and said sharply, "Assume the position, " and pointed
down to the floor right in front of Her in the center of the room. I crawled
over to that place and quickly assumed what was termed by Mistress as, "the
slave position". This meant that I was on my knees with my forehead to the
floor, my arms lay outstretched in front of me. My legs were to be spread apart
the amount equal to the width of my shoulders and my ass straight up in the air.
This ensured that I was completely exposed and available to anything my Mistress
wished to do to me. To me, it was the ultimate feeling of submission. My long
hair lay over my head and I could not see anything other than faintly seeing my
Mistress's boots as she walked right in front of me. I could only make out
certain sounds, but I could tell She was opening a package of some kind, the
plastic made a loud crinkle. Suddenly and without warning, I was startled by Her
cold fingers pinching my labia on one side as she crouched behind me. I jumped
just a little, but I was extremely conscious of the need to remain one thousand
percent still.
"Now these are for the nipples, but they can be used for lots of things also..
they work on the clit, on a pussy, even on the tongue if someone is mouthy,"
Mistress talked over me towards Mistress Cassandra. I then felt something clamp
on that one labia, holding my labia in its grip. The truth is I was pretty horny
that day; the idea of seeing my Mistress always makes me hot in anxiousness,
but, also, the last time I masturbated was eight days ago and I was craving
release again. In this state, any touches to my pussy drive me wild. When
Mistress touches me there and I have no control over how much She does it and in
what ways, it drives me insane with desire. I could sense that I was
accumulating wetness down there and Mistress noticed as well as she informed
Mistress Cassandra, "See how she is wet even before I do anything. That is
because she is a total slut. I think if she could, she'd play with herself all
day, every day. Of course, I am very limiting as to when she is allowed to
release; I find that keeping it very limited keeps her hungry and so very
willing to obey. If I let her do it whenever she wanted, well, I think she'd
just be really uppity and too cheeky which would make her much more difficult.
Making it something she has to long for and earn and at My will keeps her humble
and obedient. Doesn't it, slave? " Mistress emphasized the word, "slave,"
strongly.
"Yes, Mistress," I quickly replied, my voice muddled by the fact that my mouth
was facing the carpet. Mistress denied me the right to masturbate more often
than She ever granted me permission. On a few occassions, when I asked for
permission, and sometimes just because She wished it, She would command me to
masturbate and gave specific detailed instructions on how I must and then
instructed me to stop at the very point when I was ready to orgasm. That was
absolute pure torture. It left me dying to release and my mind was preoccupied
with nothing but the thought of cumming and my horniness until whenever I was
finally given the permission or ordered to cum. Sometimes I was denied as part
of a punishment and sometimes, it was purely because She felt like it. Such was
my life as Her property.
"I can't hear you and Mistress Cassandra certainly can't hear you, " Mistress
rebuked me.
"Yes, Mistress!" I said louder lifting my head barely, just enough to make my
voice clear. I immediately put my head back down to the floor. I then felt
Mistress place my other pussy lip in another clamp of the same kind. It didn't
hurt, but I was definitely very aware of its presence.
I heard Mistress Cassandra comment from behind me, "She must really like that
because she is sooo wet! Does she always get like that?" and I heard Her giggle.
She must have gotten up so the two of them could discuss just how wet I was from
behind me while they stared at my sex. It was utterly humiliating and I felt my
face turn flush even though no one could see it. I so wished the topic of
conversation would just change.
"Sometimes, she drips streams to the floor. Of course, I make her lick it up.
But you see, I told you, she is a real slut," my Mistress talked about me,
embarrassing me to death. I couldn't react or object, but tried to put my mind
elsewhere so that perhaps I could magically disappear. The subject did change
thankfully. "So, anyway, there is this wireless remote that has controls and I
can make it clamp tighter like this..." my Mistress explained, not talking to me
but to Mistress Cassandra. I felt the clamps start to tighten as the tension
slowly increased. They got much tighter and it forced me to let out a low moan
as the clamping got increasingly sharp. My pussy lips were now squeezed so hard
it was causing me a good deal of pain. I let out a series of moans as they were
now pinched between those clamps as much as I think they could possibly be. It
was far worse than if someone were to pinch my lips between their fingers as
hard as they could; it felt as if the clamps went through my labia altogether.
"That's the maximum, but isn't that cool, Cassandra? I don't have to tighten
screws or change clamps or clothespins.. just the push of a button." I let out
whimpers that were only somewhat muffled by the carpet. If my Mistress heard
them, She certainly didn't pay them any attention. "They also buzz!" with an air
of excitement in Her voice. She informed Mistress Cassandra, "Watch this." I
then felt a buzzing vibration run from those clamps. The vibrations increased in
intensity slowly also as Mistress pressed the buttons in Her hand. The
stimulations were more than I could bear. I moaned so loud now in successions as
the combination of the intense vibrations and the piercing pressure on my
delicate pussy lips was making me absolutely insane. I couldn't get my brain off
of the impossible pain and fire my labia was made to bear. It didn't subside and
was only getting more excruciating. I began to dig my nails into the carpet,
trying to find an outlet for my agony. I kept moaning and grunting, but Mistress
was completely unaffected by my cries. I was so wrapped up in the ferociousness
of my pain, I only half heard Her words as She was explaining something else to
Mistress Cassandra about something on the remote. That remote that controlled
the destiny of my pain. Again, the uncertainty of how long I was to remain in
this torture made the experience impossible to bear. I wished so badly that
Mistress would just hint to me that for five minutes or ten or twenty was how
long I had to suffer any particular torment. But, She must have enjoyed
burdening Her slave with the unknown in addition to the torment itself.
"You know, " Mistress said, "this isn't going to work. Her parts are too low and
I have to stoop down to get to them. No, this is no good." I still remained in
my agonizing torture doing the best I could to maintain my slave position
knowing if I moved in any way, whatever I was experiencing now would seem like a
cake-walk compared to what I would then suffer; I knew this was especially true
if I did it in front of this other Mistress. I think I'd be done for if I moved
for any reason now. It was all I could do to not jump up or move either clamp
from its biting grip of my tortured skin. I continued to moan uncontrollably,
mixing the moans with pleading whimpers begging to be free of this intolerable
misery without being allowed to utter a word. I heard Mistress ask Her friend
for assistance and then I heard something being dragged accross the carpet,
something substantially big since Mistress needed help in transporting it.
"That's good, right there. Thanks." Mistress said. I heard Mistress Cassandra
plop back down on the loveseat that was a few feet in front of me.
"Up!" Mistress barked and she pulled on the chain that connected the two clamps
that drove my pussy insane with distress and countless tormenting sensations.
The yank caused me to sit up so fast, I didn't even have time to absorb the
added pain from Her tug on the clamps. "On your feet, " Mistress commanded, and
I rose as quickly as possible, so afraid of my Mistress's sternness. I was
barely able to stand and my knees buckled in from the crazy intensity happening
between my legs. "On the table, same position." Mistress patted the table as she
said this, signaling for me to get on it and do it fast.
"Yes, Mistress," flew from my mouth in a tone conveying my pain and suffering. I
whimpered not believing that this torment was only going to continue. I climbed
onto the table that was in front of me and assumed the same slave position as
before, except now I was facing the other direction. This meant that my pussy
was fully open and in plain view for my Mistress and Mistress Cassandra, and
even though the pain was unforgettable for even a nanosecond, I was fully
conscious of the humiliating situation I was in. I only dwelled on it for a
second because the pain was blinding me now and it was all my brain could
absorb. The agony took my mind off of any humiliation, I didn't really care so
much at this point, the pain was so unbearable. The table I was on was a very
large, sturdy square table and the top consisted of padded black leather. It had
eyeholes all around and all down the table's legs so that a person could be
bound in many ways on all sides to the table in various positions and angles;
however, I wasn't bound in any way other than by the fear of my Mistress should
I dare move out of my position. I stretched my arms out in front of me and
grabbed the edge of the table between my finger tips as a means to attempt to
bear this pain. I lay on this table for several minutes with nothing being said
or done, I just could feel eyes watching me. I continued to moan, but now it was
in a sobbing manner. No one seemed to care at all and I was left to just
continue to suffer in this absolute sheer agony. I couldn't help but wiggle my
ass from one side to another at this point. I couldn't keep still, for anything
in the world because of the pangs in my labia. It was just impossible.
"I guess her ass is needing attention too, " my Mistress said almost laughing. I
immediately stopped wiggling because I knew that Her comment was a threat. I
cried louder now, tears were welling in my eyes as my knees dug into the soft
leather of the tabletop. . I closed my eyes and grit my teeth in the
impossibility of the situation. "Ok. Let's see how this one works," I heard
Mistress utter. And, then, finally, I almost cried in joy as Mistress magically
decreased the amount of pressure of those clamps. The pinching was still there,
and the clamps still grabbed my lips tightly, but the pain subsided from
excruciating to just really intense. "Thank you, Mistress! " I made sure to say
so loud and clear as I got a chance to catch my breath. She didn't diminish the
vibrations at all, however, and my brain still struggled to absorb the wild,
stimulations they caused, but at least the pain was closer to bearable.
I heard a tube squeezed just as Mistress said, "A little lube because I'm in a
generous mood, " with just a hint of sarcasm. I then felt something cold and wet
hit my ass cheeks. "My slave loves being fucked in the ass! Don't you?" Mistress
informed Cassandra and asked me.
"Yes, Mistress," I made my mouth say as this was the only response She expected.
The words came out with mixed sobs as I still had much torment happening to my
pussy and I feared the penetration about to come. I forced myself to make sure
to pay attention to what She said and asked as I was so afraid of missing
something and being punished for not answering fast enough or ignoring a
command. It was so difficult with my brain being forced to focus so much on
bearing the torment of my pussy, but at the same time, I had to not let my mind
wander at all away from Mistress's words. As fast as the words came out of my
mouth, I breathed in hard and swallowed as I was taken aback by the initial
intense, cold entry of a plug. I grunted in response to the sharp push. Mistress
stepped back leaving the plug in my ass. It was not a large plug and so I had an
added challenge to concentrate on tensing my butt cheeks while my legs were
spread somewhat to keep the plug from falling out. That too would be a hugely
punishable offense as I had learned in past training sessions. These things made
my Mistress so impossibly tasking in Her training of me. My body did not know
what to think of first: the unrelenting torment in my pussy lips, paying perfect
attention to my Mistress's questions and orders, or the need to clench hard to
keep this lubed butt plug from falling out of me. "Let's see how this works, "
Mistress said to Cassandra. I then all of a sudden felt vibrations from the butt
plug inside of me. It was so strange and odd. The vibrations increased as I
guess Mistress upped the strength from Her remote. The buzzing was so loud and
so strong inside of me. The feeling was like no other I had ever felt in my ass.
The next thing that happened was the butt plug began to fill inside me more and
more. It confused me at first, but then I adjusted to its growing in size until
it grew to the size of a large plug. I moaned and moaned as it filled my ass and
became harder to bear. "Wow, this is MUCH better than having to change sizes, "
Mistress informed Cassandra and Mistress Cassandra agreed. "Here, try it." One
minute later, I felt the vibrations decrease as I guessed Mistress Cassandra was
testing the remote Herself. The butt plug also shrunk back down and I fearfully,
quickly squeezed my ass cheeks because I felt it start to slip. Within moments,
the vibrations became full force again and the butt plug grew back to full size
and filled my ass again.
My ass was now feeling a tremendous pressure and intense buzzing that made me
want to squirm violently, but I had to force myself not to. Mistress put her
hand on the end of the plug that stuck out of me and gave short, sharp pushes. I
moaned and let out several grunts as the plug worked my ass. This mixed with the
unrelenting throbs in my pussy were enough to drive me to complete insanity. My
mind could not handle what my body had to endure. I was breathing so hard and so
fiercely letting out a combination of whimpering cries, pained moans, and brutal
grunts. I wanted to beg for a cessation so badly, but pursed my lips to keep my
mouth from speaking forbiddenly. The vibrations in my pussy lips were directly
tickling my clit and I realized I might begin to cum. I fought the orgasm as
hard as I could in my brain and was petrified that I would succumb. I shook my
head from side to side, trying to tell my body no. Mistress could tell from my
rhythmic moans what was starting to happen. "Better not! " She teasingly
admonished, knowing full well the absolute torment She made my body bear. I
sobbed in tormented frustration. The pressure in my ass was beyond
uncomfortable, but the vibrations and Mistress pushing the plug were only
helping to bring on the throes of an orgasm. I moaned and sobbed so loud,
wishing something to end to prevent me from cumming. It's not that I didn't want
to cum, my body was dying for it; the burning for it was consuming me. But, I
was absolutely terrified of the result of cumming without permission, especially
here and now in front of Mistress's friend. I was on the verge and couldn't keep
myself from crossing.
"Pleeeeeeaaaase, Mistress, I am about to cum," just came out of my mouth. I knew
I was not permitted to speak freely unless spoken to in the slave position
whatsoever, but I frantically concluded it was better to let my Mistress know my
situation than to release without Her express permission. I was completely stuck
in between a rock and a hard place and did not know what else to do.
"Not on your life," Mistress said so matter-of-factly with an ever so slight
sarcastic chuckle, completely unmoved by what I was undergoing . And, ever so
quickly, the vibrations rocking my pussy lips and my ass stopped completely.
"Thank you, Mistress" I quickly uttered attempting to regain control of my
breathing. I was thankful that She stopped the tormenting stimulations and, most
importantly, that I was able to be prevented from cumming as I could not prevent
it on my own under those circumstances. There was no way, no how. I was still in
a miserable agony, however, in that my body was sooo close to that edge of
bliss, I was mad with lust, and I was abruptly and cruelly denied the sweet
taste of relief. I let out low sobs because of this torture that my body had to
endure. I would have fucked anyone or anything practically after all that
torturing arousal, and here I was, left in a frenzied state of hungry desire.
"You see, this is why she needs much work. She can't control herself on her own
and obey a simple command. Property does not experience pleasure without its
Owner's permission. Plain and simple. I thought that was how it worked. Isn't
that how it is, jade?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." I was trully sorry. I want so badly to
suffer for Mistress and perform perfectly for Her and make Her proud, but I
failed. I suddenly felt the pain in my labia increase sharply so that they were
squeezed to the absolute maximum again. I moaned and sobbed as the raw soreness
returned to my lips. I sobbed because I could not beleive I had to go through
that same pain again and the relief from it was removed. I still remained in the
same position, my body exhausted from its ordeal.
"Then why would you even think about cumming anyway without MY permission?" I
was asked so sternly, I didn't know what to say. I then felt Her hand flick the
clamps on my pussy lips in one swift move and the anguish was more than I could
possibly bear.
"I'm sorry, Mistress." I cried out, half from sheer sorriness and the other half
from thef pain. "I tried so hard, Mistress, but I couldn't help it, " I
stammered, knowing full well that no answer would have been at all acceptable to
Her." I beg your forgiveness, Mistress," I cried this as well, partially because
I was so sorry I nearly disobeyed and failed and partially because I was in
agony.
I saw Her figure pace in front of me as I faced down into the table and I became
frightened of the consequences. "It is something we are going to work on, and
work on hard. Is that understood?"
The vibrating in my pussy lips began again and intensified so that within
seconds, I was back in a miserable plight, my pussy made to suffer excruciating
torment. "Yes, Mistress," I replied in between moans.
"You will learn to control yourself as you are MY property. You do not decide if
you get to cum, do you?" She forced the clamps on my labia to sway again and I
cried out in agony.
"No, Mistress, Never. " I quickly responded. I groaned again and again as I bore
the excruciating torment between my legs.
"Does it matter what the situation?" Mistress asked me almost as if She did not
know the answer, although She very obviously did.
"No, Mistress," was the only right answer from me.
Finally, after another minute or two, the vibrations all ceased and the pressure
of the clamps again abated. I was so immensely grateful for my Mistress's mercy.
She could have left me in a complete state of frenzied torture for as long as
She wished, but She granted me a reprieve. "Thank You, Mistress, " I was sure to
say emphatically.
Mistress pulled the butt plug out of my ass and I again thanked Her with a
profuse gratitude in my tone. "Oh, we're not finished. There is still the matter
of you speaking out of order. Did you think I didn't notice or would forget?"
"No, Mistress." I answered, although I had hoped it did go unnoticed and had
secretly prayed She would forget.
I noticed Mistress did not remove the clamps from my pussy, although it was an
incredible relief that their pain was not as intense. My pussy lips ached and
throbbed beyond belief. I would have sold my soul for the removal of those
clamps, but that wasn't in Mistress's plans yet. I nervously awaited whatever
Mistress had in store now as I still maintained that same position. My arms
itched to move down and touch my pussy; they wanted to move those clamps so
badly, but they reluctantly remained outstretched in front of me even though my
pussy lips continued to ache and throb. My clit also ached and throbbed
torturously, but that was the least of my worries. My legs and knees were pained
and I spread my legs just a half of an inch, an insignificant amount, but it
helped to relieve the discomfort somewhat.
"Cassandra," I want to show you how those paddles work, and, apparently, my
slave needs her ass beat."
"I can see that, " Mistress Cassandra concurred with my Mistress.
The fear of what was coming made me cringe and I almost began to cry, but held
back and prepared mentally to be punished by Mistress and tried to be determined
to not do anything to fuck up more and make Her look even worse in front of Her
friend. If I were a better slave, I'd bear everything dished out as I should and
I would behave according to Mistress's wishes perfectly. I knew I needed to work
on a lot and I also knew that the methods used to 'help me' were going to be
hard and miserable. I still, however, wanted nothing more than to please my
Mistress and be the best slave for Her. So, I would continue to suffer through
Her training willingly and passionately.
"Get down, face the table and bend over." Mistress ordered. She added a very
matter-of-fact "Now." I quickly climbed down, and stood and bent over the table
as my Owner commanded. "Spread your legs, " and I moved my legs apart even
though my knees were shaking slightly in trepidation. My hands grabbed the sides
of the table as I didn't know what else to do with them. I looked straight ahead
with my chin resting on the table. Mistress walked over and locked a cuff
tightly around each of my thin wrists. She expeditiously chained each cuff to
eyeholes in the table as she stretched my arms out tightly and locked the chains
in place. I could not move either arm at all, She left me no slack. It was a
little painful in my shoulders and I struggled to find a position that did not
put strain on my arm muscles. I was able to grab the sides of the table and did
so out of nervousness. Mistress then put a blindfold over my eyes; this made me
even more fearful for some reason. Taking away my ability to see not only made
me feel terribly afraid of the unknown, but also seemed to make me feel whatever
was inflicted on me to a greater degree. It is like every sensation feels much
greater and sharper in pure darkness. I faced straight ahead, left in my own
darkness and heard Mistress talk. I licked my dry lips and tried to control my
breaths.
"You see the cut outs on the paddles? This one has stars. This one says 'slave',
this one has a heart, and, this one has little circles," Mistress was showing
Her new collection to Mistress Cassandra. Before I knew it, without warning, a
paddle came down on my ass so hard, the sting made me yelp. "See, now there are
red stars on her ass."
"That is really cool, " Mistress Cassandra admired.
Another thud met my ass and I let out a loud moan. "This one leaves an imprint
of a heart. I like that." And, again, Mistress brought the paddle down on my ass
as hard as She could. "Maybe, I could train her to know which one is which just
by feeling it?" Mistress wickedly suggested. I hope She realized that that would
be absolutely impossible. Each paddle felt the same.. they all made my ass sting
with fire and I couldn't feel stars or hearts. I seriously hoped she was joking
because I'd never ever learn which was which this way. Another stroke was
brought down and abruptly interrupted my thoughts as Mistress told Cassandra
that She likes the circle design, but added that it's not as good as the heart.
I was lost in my own space in my head, letting out short breaths and moans,
desperately trying to overcome the repetitious pain of each thunderous thwack. I
could tell Mistress was choosing a different spot each time, I guess so each
impression had its own spot. A paddle brutally hit my ass causing a smart so
harsh, I could barely keep still. I grabbed the table so hard and I began to
whimper, begging Mistress to wait even a minute before the next with just my
cries, but I could only beg in my mind. I got about twenty seconds as she told
Cassandra, "This one is my favorite, it puts the word "slave" right accross her
ass," Mistress informed us. I burried my face in the tabletop and sniveled.
Mistress lay another hard slap of the paddle to my ass. This time it was in the
exact same spot as the previous stroke. The power of the sting felt as though it
would send me flying, my hands grabbed the edge of the table so that my knuckles
must have turned white. I let out loud sobs at this point. "Do you like my new
paddles, jade?" Mistress asked me, speaking only an inch from my ear.
My ass was burning and my eyes were welled with tears and I answered "Noooo,
Mistress, " because I couldn't bear this any longer.
"Hmmm. Shouldn't that be a 'Yes, Mistress'?" Mistress harshly corrected me. And,
Mistress paddled my ass again, causing me to wail this time. "It pleases me and
I like it, and don't you like what pleases me?"
I sobbed even harder because my buttocks were burning in a hellish fire. "Yes,
Mistress! I like whatever pleases You!" the pain forced my mouth to say.
"Say it again!" Mistress barked as she lay yet another forceful smack of the
paddle on my skin.
"Yes, Mistress! I like whatever pleases You, " I said it so loud and so emphatic
trying to convince Her of how much I meant it. I swallowed hard. I sobbed and
cried the words; I'd have said anything for my punishment to end.
Mistress brought the paddle to my ass with such might, I could not take the
intensity of the stinging pain. Almost out of an involuntary reflex, I moved my
legs together and bent my knees just for a single, solitary second of a respite.
My brain registered what I had done and I knew it was a huge mistake and
immediately spread my legs apart wider than before, trying almost to make up for
the error. This made the strain in my arms more intense and my whole body ached.
"No one told you to move," She sternly rebuked me.
"I'm sorry, Mistress!" I yelped sobbingly.
"I see that, " my Mistress answered. I wondered how many more I had to take and
prayed that the paddling would end.
"Since you moved, that one doesn't count. We do that one over."
"Yes, Mistress," I cried, the words barely making it from my mouth. I wanted to
show Her I was being as submissive as I knew how, but again the paddle hit my
ass with all its might and I was blubberring.
She stopped and I continued to cry and whimper. I fought the urge to beg and
plead so hard by clenching my mouth shut. I was only permitted to beg through my
cries.
Mistress stood next to me and suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I
could feel Her face was very close to mine. "How many has it been?" She asked.
Oh my god, I lost track. My brain raced in fury trying to recount.... "Eleven,
Mistress, Eleven including the redo, ten without it, Mistress, " I said with an
extreme desperation, praying that I was right. The words came interlaced with my
subsiding sobs.
"At least you got that right. Three more," She said. The words were both painful
to hear and music to my ears. I didn't know how I was going to take three more,
just hearing it made me let out a moan. But, knowing that an end was so near
made me feel so relieved that it was so close to being over. Just three more I
thought. What is three? Three is so close to one. Mistress pushed my head back
down on the table.
I took a deep breath and let out another sobbing moan as Mistress struck my ass
with fierce strength again. My ass wiggled up and down, and again I couldn't
help it. I wanted to just jump up and down to shake off the blazing sting, but I
knew that was impossible.
I felt as though I had reached my limit. I could not take any more. I wanted to
scream out. I wanted to beg and plead. I tried to find sanity in my mind.
Suddenly, Mistress Cassandra spoke to my Mistress, "Maybe she has had enough?
She has suffered and taken it well." I wanted to thank Mistress Cassandra from
the bottom of my heart at that moment. I was so grateful for her plea on my
behalf.
My Mistress, however, quickly faded my hopes for amnesty. I then heard my
Mistress tell Her, "Nope. No dice. No mercy. I won't be soft with Her, she has
much to learn. She doesn't fully understand Her place. I KNOW she can take it, I
have a lot of faith in her. I know she tries hard, " Mistress's tone of voice
changed from that of admonishment and severity to one of compassion and caring.
She stroked my hair as she said this and added, "But, she has to try harder. She
is a good slave, I am proud of her and I know she will be a great slave to me
over time." I could hear Mistress almost smile as she said this. And, in the
same moment, she brought her paddle down on me again. Now, however, after
hearing Her words and the few moments of rest I had been afforded, I found a
renewed strength and a deep, passionate want to do anything and take anything to
please Her. That was all I wanted here and now: to please my Mistress in every
way.
"Thank you, Mistress, " I enthusiastically said. I said this not out of fear or
by command, but out of my own volition. It just came naturally. I prepared for
the final blow, and although it came fiercely and caused a shuddering wave of
pain, I would have been able to take more. I thanked Mistress again through the
tear I felt roll down my cheek. I felt an inexplicable sense of contentment. I
had taken more than I ever thought for Her. I somehow felt a peace in my
suffering.
My Mistress carressed my back with her hand ever so lightly for just a minute.
"I knew you could take it. Good girl! I am very pleased." Mistress succinctly
said and then she said no more. Those words praising me and allowing me to know
She is pleased with me are rarely ever uttered and they make it all worthwhile.
They make my heart dance and my insides leap with joy. That small, tiny iota of
praise and affection is worth all the pain and suffering I go through to get it.
"Thank you, Mistress," I blurted unable to even remotely convey just how
thankful I felt.
After a minute or two, I felt the clamps that were on my pussy lips throughout
this immense amount of time removed one at a time quickly and sharply. My pussy
lips just throbbed in achiness, I didn't know which hurt more: my ass or the
flesh of my labia. The pain was subsiding and I was able to find a comfort
within it. Mistress unlocked the cuffs from the chains that connected them to
the table, but She left each cuff locked on my wrists. Mistress took off my
blindfold and commanded me to get up as She pointed to the floor. She still left
the wrist cuffs on me.
I knew without thinking that I was to drop to my knees and so I did. I then bent
forward to kiss my Mistress's boots with tears still welling in my eyes. "That's
enough." Mistress said to me and I slid back on the floor just a little bit, but
stayed in the same position, on all fours with my face near the floor, waiting
for Her next command. I didn't move or change positions as Mistress said nothing
of the sort. "See how well she learns her place with just a little bit of
attention and a few reminders?" She asked Mistress Cassandra almost
rhetorically.
"Apparently, you know what works well with her."
"Ok. jade, go to the bathroom and wash your face. Clean yourself up. When you
get back here, go and face the wall over there." She motioned toward the spot
where I waited earlier. " On your knees, hands on your thighs, palms up. I'll
let you know when and if you are needed again." Mistress stressed the words,
"and if".
"Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress." I said still maintaining the very same
position. I could feel both Mistress' eyes upon me.
"Go now, " Mistress ordered and I ran and did as told. In the bathroom, I washed
my face and splashed cool water on my neck. I turned my body and strained to see
my ass in the mirror. I could only faintly make out red imprints in my reddened
flesh, but could barely see what they were. Tomorrow I'd be black and blue and
purple, I thought.
I then returned to the dungeon and crawled over to the spot by the wall near the
corner. I then waited on my knees facing the wall, waiting in my place for
whatever use Mistress had for me.
