Slavery Experience Part 6: A Day in the Life
Recently, I haven't been as chatty as you, except for the past few days. I haven't been asking enough about your day or making myself available for your needs. As a result, you decided to punish me. Even though I apologized and promised to do better, you requested that I head to your room for punishment administration.
I was instructed to take a full-sized pill an hour before the punishment time, even though I had been denied any orgasms or stimulation for a few weeks. I was also told to wear stockings, shoes, and to be caged and collared. I showed up at your room at the assigned time and stood before you.
Without uttering a word, you inspected your property to ensure I had been shaved in the designated areas. You bound my balls tightly under the cage and marked your property with phrases like "piss slut," "sissy," "disobedient," "toilet slave," and "worthless cunt." These labels would remain on me for the next 24 hours, and I wouldn't be allowed to shower for the next 48 hours.
You attached cuffs to my ankles, a small rope connected to the end of the cage, and a ball gag was inserted into my mouth. You then instructed me to lie face down on the bed. You fastened the spreader bar to the cuffs, carefully making sure I could lie with my head straight and still breathe. My hands were above my head but not bound, as I needed to adjust my position to breathe or for the well-being of my knees. A pillow was placed under my hips, raising my ass slightly above the bed.
You reached underneath me and pulled the small rope connected to the cage, dragging my cock downwards towards my feet. It was also connected to the spreader bar and pulled tight. The final touch was to cover my eyes with a blindfold, limiting my senses to hearing and feeling only.
You bent down to whisper in my ear that you were tired of my behavior and that punishment wasn't your favorite thing, but I left you no choice. You told me to learn my lesson this day, or the next time would be much harsher. I nodded that I understood.
You started by caressing my skin from my toes to the back of my neck, causing goosebumps to form all over me. This increased sensitivity would heighten the impact of the following sensations. After a few minutes, I heard you moving about the room and adjusting a few items. I jolted when your fingers touched my ass with a dab of lube and the insertion of a plug or dilator into my ass. Once it was as deep as you wanted, you secured it with a piece of tape across my ass. The fullness caused my cock to swell in the cage.
For several moments, I couldn't hear anything, but then I felt your gloved hand smack my ass hard. The leather produced a smacking sound, and I could feel the flesh of my ass quivering. You continued with ten more hard smacks on my ass. You increased the strength of your strokes with each hit, and within minutes, I heard your breathing quicken.
After you finished, you moved around the room and changed your position next to the bed. I didn't have long to wait for the first lash of the flogger against my already aching ass. Now, however, you weren't just focusing on my ass, but also my back and legs. I could feel the sharp, quick pain from each stroke and the heat of my skin intensifying from my knees to my upper back. 100 strokes fell on my back, ass, and legs, and your breathing grew heavier.
When it was over, you knelt down and whispered in my ear, "That was the warm-up, slut. What's to come better be met with no sound or movement from you or the entire thing will start over." I nodded my understanding and prepared myself for what was to come.
A searing pain coursed across my ass, and I tried to remain still and silent. You waited a few moments and then struck the cane down hard once more, this time targeting my lower back. Up and down my body, you lashed the cane, making sure each stroke showed before moving on to the next one. My eyes filled with tears, but I stayed motionless and silent despite the agony.
Here's a paraphrased version of the story:
After 25 swats, you lean down and call me a naughty girl, saying my punishment is almost over. You hop onto the bed and start peeing on my branded back and butt, drenching me and knowing that the stinging sensation of the pee on the marks will add to the lessons you're teaching me. Lastly, you release my ankles and penis cage from the spreader bar and turn me onto my back. I'm still blindfolded and gagged, with my stiff, confined penis flapping helplessly like a stranded fish.
You step back onto the bed, but this time you kneel with your pussy and ass over my face and head. You smear your wet, pee-scented vagina all over my face, and for good measure, make sure to rub your ass on me as well.
Now, I'm drenched in your scents, hard as a rock but unable to pleasure myself, still blindfolded and gagged, and unable to see your beautiful pussy or ass, let alone taste your pee, cum, and ass cream. The final step is to remove my blindfold and replace the ball gag with a dildo, instructing me to thoroughly clean it before I'm allowed to leave. Contemplate your teachings.