Mistress Kiki of Bristol - A Fictional Account
Thwaack! As kinetic energy converts to heat energy on my already tender, sore, bruised and bleeding buttocks. A deep intake of breath as once again I say 'Thank you, Mistress' and reiterate my heart felt apology.
I have received the cane from Mistress before. This was different though. This was a punishment beating. I had already realised I was in Mistress's bad books. I had been ignored after I had cooked and served the Ladies’ lunch. Now I was discovering just how inedible it had been.
Mistress, tall, slim and very pretty, was always very fair but I had broken a major rule. I had defied Mistress. I had said 'No, and now I was suffering the consequences.
A punishment beating differs from a normal CP session. Firstly, there is no warm-up period to gradually introduce you to the various implements of suffering. Also there are no limits to the severity or force used... but, most significantly, there is no safe word.
Then sudden respite as my ears catch the faint 'ding-dong' of the front doorbell, barely audible above the increased volume of Kelis’s 'Bossy' which pumps from the concealed speakers, turned up in a crude attempt to muffle my cries of pain.
'Remain in position, boy. I haven’t finished with you!' Mistress barked. Then in a more polite tone begged Her pardon from the second young Mistress present as She left the room to answer the front door. I remained where I was and confirmed this with an affirmative response to Mistress.
Strapped and secured tightly to the red and black whipping bench, I had little alternative. I was going nowhere. My red, raw and bleeding buttocks tingled as if infused with cocaine.
Suddenly I jumped as the young Mistress's finger traced one or two selective welts. The quiet chuckle and sarcasm emanating from the young trainee Mistress revealed great pleasure as She enquired, 'Ah, does it hurt?'
All too quickly Mistress re-entered the grey and red décor of the dungeon. Mistress wasted no time as She re-acquainted Herself with my bottom in the form of six rapid, hard and stinging strokes of the 'smoked dragon' cane, the House’s most severe. 'Thank You, Mistress,' I cried, gasping for breath, followed by what was now becoming a futile apology.
It then seemed to me as though I was being allowed to regain my composure as both Mistresses vacated the dungeon and left me alone... how wrong could I be!
Within a minute, the younger Mistress returned. These two sadistic young beauties had consulted and had decided my fate in less time than it took them to apply lip-stick. The young Mistress then released the straps and shackles that had secured me for the past hour.
'Down, boy!' She commanded. The younger Mistress was learning fast. 'Boy' - I was old enough to be Her father. Still I quickly obeyed... Having released me from the whipping bench and ordered me off, the young Mistress had me adopt the lunge position for Her. Struggling and straining to retain this stress position, which resembles an exaggerated, raised press-up position, I became aware of the pretty, young, blonde Mistress searching the wall-hung implements.
Selection made, the young Mistress had me spread my legs wider as She crouched behind me and felt for my testicles. Having located them She clipped a short leather strap around my scrotum. The short, attached chain, with a small ring at the end, could now be clipped onto a dog's leash. As I knew from past experience. I was to be kept under close control.
The young Mistress clipped the dog leash to the dangling chain and the accompanying sharp tug caused pain, and a feeling of nausea, in the pit of my stomach. This quickly over-rode the humiliation and shame I was experiencing of being, quite literally, caught by the balls.
At this juncture Mistress re-entered. After complimenting the youngster on Her handiwork, which She inspected intimately between my well spread legs, She took over control of the leash.
The extra inch or two less leeway, caused simply by a different, taller Mistress's grip on the leash, meant everything to me. It made me stretch up onto tip-toe and yet still caused a constant pulling and pain for my testicles.
The barked command to 'Get next door!' was backed up by a hard kick up my arse as I carefully, and mechanically, began the manoeuvre of moving into the other dungeon room without causing too much further strain on my already stretched scrotum.
Upon entering the adjacent purple playroom, at heel under Mistress's total control, I was ordered to halt whilst the young Mistress sprayed a liberal layer of Deep Heat onto my well presented, welted and bleeding bottom. A hot and stinging sadistic afterthought. I thanked the young trainee and Mistress for holding me in position.
More suffering was being caused by the taught, steel chain of the leash chafing between my buttocks and across my tender anus. My testicles had by now become numb.
However, the stinging and burning, the rubbing, chafing and numbness were to soon pale into insignificance as I learnt what these two cruel young Ladies had in store for me, hidden behind the closed door of the attached boudoir.
'Lucy, come on in. I have My animal on a tight leash.' Mistress pulled me tightly as She addressed the black, closed door. It opened and Lucy stepped into the room. Long flowing blonde hair complimented by long, white, fishnet hold-up stocking encased legs. Little white negligee and five inch stiletto heeled, red, patent shoes completing the look.
'Over to the cross, Lucy. Secure Lucy to the cross please, Mistress.' The trainee secured Lucy’s wrists and had to spread Lucy’s legs a little further in order to secure the shackles to Lucy’s ankles, as determined by the contours of the wall mounted St. Andrew's Cross.
Spread eagled, Lucy’s negligee rode up to reveal a lack of knickers. But more disturbingly, this vision of femininity was marred by an equally exposed erect cock. Lucy’s exaggeratedly made-up face carried a smile and winked at me as Mistress inched me forward whilst mockingly enquiring as to whether I was going to say 'no' this time... the Ladies were determined to have their entertainment.
Having succumbed, whilst again being closely supervised and monitored, including Mistress inserting Her fingers in my mouth to ensure suction and having to poke my tongue out to confirm ejaculation, to the Mistresses demands. I licked and kissed both Mistresses’ boots, thanked them both and departed the dungeon, resigned to the fact that I would now be used, regularly, to suck cock. Not only for Mistresses’ amusement but also for the Ladies' financial gain. I was to be pimped out! 'No' would no longer be in my vocabulary.
With thanks to Lady Emma for her stories from slave spart. Stories or feedback from slaves would be welcomed and may be published on the site, with permission. Email info@mistresskiki.co.uk with the subject “Slave Stories”.