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Slave Punishment Party

 

 

Always something new and different, that's how my Mistress works.  Whenever

i go to a party with my Mistress, i have it in my head that i've finally

done it all and She'll be giving me more of the same.  Instead, Mistress

shocks me and gives me something incredibly new.  That was the case at

the honored male dom's birthday party this year.  Mistress also

makes all of my fantasies come true, and believe me, that's not an easy task.

 

Well, making a slave's fantasy  come true is a great way to reward him/her,

but the first part of this party was not a reward, it was punishment.  In

fact, there was so much involved with this punishment in addition to all

the play we did this party weekend that i have to break this down to

several reports.  There was more play done that party weekend than i ever

recall having done.

 

Why was i being punished?  While i was talking to my Mistress online, i

said something very horrible and sexist to another slave.  i told this

slave (speaking of my past weekend) that, "i fucked the shit out of a 36

year old woman last night."  My Mistress was not at Her keyboard at the

time i said this statement, but when She saw what i said on Her screen, She

got very angry with me.  i was lectured that day that it is not wise to

speak this way of a woman in my Mistress's presence, or OUT of my

Mistress's presence.  i learned that party weekend, that it is not wise to

even THINK that thought.

 

My punishment began in our dungeon, in front of the other people at the

party.  i was told to strip naked, and then told to raise my hands.

Mistress handcuffed me to the ceiling, and my heels were barely touching

the floor.  She then had me face the wall i was very near to, and She

pulled out one of my least favorite toys, the cane.  She tapped me on the

ass with it a few times to warm me up.  Even those taps were stinging me.

Then, She pulled back and swung very hard.  She swung so hard, in fact,

that the cane ended up breaking over my ass.  It was a bamboo cane,

apparently not made very well.  Nevertheless, i was to be punished even

more visciously because my ass broke Her cane.  For a couple of weeks after

this day, i was referred to as a "cane murderer."

 

 

Mistress then got out another cane, one that was made very well.  She

proceeded to beat me with it, causing me to writhe in pain.  Eventually,

She would alternate between the cane and some other floggers and paddles.

i was shocked at how i wasn't able to take this pain.  i wasn't used to it.

She was hitting me much harder than normal, and i would scream often.

Whenever i screamed, Mistress would pour the "screaming hornets" hot sauce

down my throat, making me choke and sweat...not to mention licking my arms

and my shoulder to get the flavor off of my tongue.  This was indeed

humiliating as well, for i was being watched by several people.  During the

time of humiliation, i don't wish to be humiliated.  However, long after it

happens, i'm always glad it did.

 

You know how when you were in grade school, and you were daydreaming in a

boring class?  Suddenly, the teacher calls your name, and it is evident to

you that you have to answer a question.  The thing is, you have no idea

what the hell that question is.  You begin turning beat read because you

know you're about to look like a fool.  One of the biggest concerns right

here is how many people are actually paying attention to this scene.  You

wonder how many people are looking in your direction, which will help you

judge how embarassed you should actually feel.  Suddenly, you see everyone

looking at you and smiling, and then when you ask the teacher to repeat the

question, everyone laughs at you for not paying attention.  You begin to

sweat, shake, and turn even more red. You want to focus on the teacher as

much as possible, but you can't help noticing everyone laughing at you.

The teacher LOVES this fact, because he/she hopes that embarassment will

prevent you from ever making that mistake again.  It is like a punishment

in itself.

 

Well, that's how i feel when my Mistress and i publicly scene, and this is

why She allows me to take notice of the voyeurs.  When i say something

stupid, my Mistress makes me repeat it loudly.  i say it, in hopes that no

one else is hearing it.  Then, i hear people laughing, and i slant my eyes

over to look at them, and they are looking at me, sure enough.  This makes

my humiliation ten times as bad.  It makes me feel like a fool, which is my

Mistress's intended effect.  Sometimes, humiliation can be a reward for me,

but other times, it can make a punishment worse, especially when every one is

told what i am being punished for.  If i did not split my focus to both my

Mistress AND the voyeurs, my Mistress would be upset, because the

additional humiliation wouldn't be punishing me...or rewarding me, whatever

the case is.

 

She made me say outloud what i said online to get me punished in the first

place.  i said it repeatedly, and loudly.  Several people were scowling at

me or looking in shock...not expecting to hear those words from my mouth.

This made them encourage my punishment.  This was very humiliating in a bad

way.  i felt like i was in hell.  She can make me feel like that, when She

wants to.

 

She then took this leather strap, which was named "Oh, Mama!"  Whenever She

hit me with it, if it REALLY hurt, i was ordered to yell "Oh, Mama!" as

loud as i could.  Talk about humiliation!  i like attention, don't get me

wrong, but this was something i did not want to be seen doing by others.

That strap hurt like hell, so i was screaming this exclamation quite a bit,

getting a lot of laughter from those who were watching.

 

 

When this part of the scene ended, and more screaming hornets sauce was

poured down my throat, Mistress then began adding clothespins to my cock

and balls.  i was not allowed to look down.  Yes, She began playing the

 

"Ooops, a clothespin fell...what color was the one that fell?" game with

me.  i was always wrong whenever i guessed color.  Voyeurs love this game,

especially because it's not THEIR crotches getting pinned to death.  i

always lose track of those who are watching during this game.  Mistress can

turn my attention directly to Her whenever She wants, without even

demanding it.  It was so painful, and so frightening, i had no choice but

to concentrate on Her words and on the colors that could be owned by these

pins.  If i was WRONG, She would add several more pins to my balls, the

number would vary.  This game was not meant to be fair, it was punishment.

All i could do was pray that i would guess the right color, and maybe She'd

remove some of the pins.  i KNEW even if i guessed it right, She probably

wouldn't comply anyway, but i was hoping for that mere chance...that's how

bad the pain was.  She knows how to put cpins on my cock and balls so that

they hurt worse than i normally like.

 

Eventually, She tired of this game, and began swatting the cpins off of

my cock and balls with Her cane.  i called safe word during this kind of

scene twice in my life.  This time, i took it all...because this was also

the first time it was meant to be punishment.  She eventually got tired of

hitting them off of me, and told me to say why i was getting punished

outloud again.  i did.  Then She grabbed my cock with Her hand from the

base, and then pulled down with all Her strength.  This caused every pin on

my cock to bite down harder.  She did the same with my balls.  i must

say, it took everything i had not to scream from this shock.  It was

probably so painful that my scream was breaking the sound barrier so no one

heard it.  Thankfully, it was something that happens really fast, and then

the pain ends.  i assure you, if this lasted a long time, i would have

called safe word (yes, it was that painful.) Another Dom in that room, one

who i consider to be as sadistic as my own Mistress, watched that

particular incident with shock and began laughing after it happened.

 

Mistress told me to "hang there" and think about a better way to have

phrased my horrible sentence that got me in so much trouble.  She left the

dungeon after turning me to face the wall again.  All those eyes on me, and

i couldn't look at them.  She was gone for what felt like hours but was

only a moment.  My mind raced.  i couldn't think of a NICE way to say what

i said.  Finally, Mistress returned and asked me.  i came up with, "i

should have said that i made love to someone last night, because saying

'woman' was showing difference in gender, thus making it a sexist

statement.  The curse words made it both PIGGISH and sexist."  She just

shook Her head saying that my punishment was NOT over.  i shook in fear.

She didn't say whether or not She accepted my reformed sentence.  i don't

think She cared anymore.  All She could think about was WHY i was being

punished.  i asked, "Is the punishment over, Mistress?"

 

She laughed.  Then She scowled.  "Not by a long shot," She said.  She

looked around the room and pointed out, "all these women who are offended

by" my statement.

 

Mistress then started one of the most creative scenes i have ever been in.

She was able to draw every fear my mind ever had, and create the most

thrilling nightmare imaginable for me.  It was unforgettable  It was

something i had always wanted to happen, which made it exciting, but it was

NOT enjoyable, in the sense that what was to happen, was out of Mistress's

displeasure. She made a fantasy dream become a nightmare.

Mistress began scratching Her fingernails deeply into my back, while She

kept telling me how She couldn't believe that i would say such a horrible

statement.  Again, i repeated outloud, "I fucked the shit out of a 36 year

old woman last night."  She scratched me deep enough into my back that the

marks lasted almost a week.

 

Then, She pulled out a feather rod, and began tickling me in between my

legs, ordering me to not move.  i do indeed love tickling, and was confused

by the sensations in comparison to all the pain i had been receiving.  She

tickled me up and down my legs for nearly a minute.  Then, She shocked me

again with more of Her scratches down my back.

 

She looked around the room, and then back at me.

 

"I think the females in this room feel that your punishment is far from

over, slave.   I mean, I got MY punishment in, but maybe they would like to

give you some of their OWN, don't you think?"

 

 

"Yes, Mistress."  i had no choice.  i was excited to think that i might be

beaten by all of the female submissives at the play party, but wasn't

certain if i was going to enjoy whatever each of them would consider

"punishment."  The scary part was that most of them were subs, and when

subs get the chance to top another sub and play a role on the other side of

the whip, which isn't too often, they give it everything they have because

they don't believe they will get a chance like that again in a long time.

 

Hanging there, like i was, i began to resemble what Mistress began calling

me, a "pinata."  She had me tell everone what a pinata was.

 

"A ball of toys that hangs from the ceiling, maybe made out of cardboard,

and it hangs there for someone's birthday party.  Several children are

blindfolded and spun around several times, and then lined up in front of

the pinata with a bat, so they can swing at it, trying to break it apart so

it can release all of the toys.  The one who breaks the pinata keeps the

most toys."

 

Mistress grinned and said, "hanging from the ceiling, eh?"  i realized i

was indeed doing that.

 

"A baseball bat, eh?"  Alright, now i was getting intensely horrified.  She

looked at me and told me to give the announcement that i would be the

pinata for the birthday party, and that all of the females in the

room could use me as they wished, preferably to punish me for making a

piggish sexist statement.  i was to beg them to do so.  Mistress made certain

that they would have nothing to do with my cock and balls, but the rest of the

body was fair game.  Many of the subs looked up at me deviantly.  All the

women who approached me were subs at this party.

 

One woman, named cherub, came behind me, and took the "Oh, Mama" strap.

Another one, took a light flogger.  They both began working me

together for awhile, and quite painfully.  It was unique to me...being so

used to my Mistress's style, and then suddenly getting hit by different

people.  They had styles i wasn't used to.  The one named cherub would

often go solo on me without the other sub and hit my inner thighs with

the strap.

 

 

She would make my body shake and step away into the direction she hit me.

She would then alternate legs, so that it began looking like i was doing a

dance to a rhythm.  She even pointed it out, which furthered my

humiliation, because everyone else wanted to look.  Many people began

laughing at my predicament.  Then, the other sub would begin beating my

upper back with this flogger, which stung like hell.  The whole time, she was

grinning, asking me how much i liked it.  i'd be a fool to say i disliked

it, because anyone could turn it around and say, "Oh, you're disliking your

Domme's gift?"  So, i said i liked it.  Then i was asked, "You LIKE being

punished?  Well, we're just not hitting you hard enough!"  i walked right

into that one.

 

Mistress asked cherub if she found my comment offensive.  Cherub said that

she was rather close to the age that i specified in my comment, and was

therefore particularly offended, but found it offending to women in

general.

 

They both hit harder and harder.  Cherub then went down on my ass with her

strap!  My Mistress gazed at me the whole time, making sure that

i was not screaming, keeping my mind in a completely submissive state.  i

tried my hardest not to scream, filling the room with my whimpers and minor

cries of shock from the unexpected pain these SUBS were giving me!

 

Finally, the other sub moved away, and cherub finished her part of the

punishment.

 

Then, out of the blue, came another female submissive.  She was a female

submissive of a wonderful male Dom who constantly reminds me of the male

version of my own Mistress.  i couldn't possibly IMAGINE what she would be

like!

 

She grabbed a leather strap of her own, and of all the subs who beat me

that night, she stayed the most in her submissive frame of mind.  She was

also the most painful of the bunch, and the most surprising.  She asked my

Mistress to tell me to lift my right leg in the air, bending my foot back

so that its bottom would face the ceiling.  i was very uncertain at this

point as to what she had in mind.  Mistress nodded for me to obey, and i

did so.  i thought i was going to be tickled, my only association with feet

being involved in punishment.

 

 

i was wrong.  i felt the leather strap beating the bottom of that foot

repeatedly.  It hurt like hell, and i knew she wasn't even using a quarter

of her strength.  i tried to exaggerate my reaction to the pain (just this

once) in hopes she would see she was having her desired effect on me, and

would walk away satisfied from the beating she delivered me.  Finally, i

felt no more slaps on my foot.  Then, WOOOSH, she slapped down with what

felt like 3/4ths of her full strength square in the middle of my foot.  i

REALLY yelled in pain from this!  Mistress didn't pour hot sauce down my

throat for yelling, and instead, looked at me and laughed.

 

She asked my Mistress to have me raise my other foot.  i thought this was a

trick question, given that my other foot was already raised.  Everyone else

saw that and laughed.  The slave giggled and asked my Mistress to have me

put my right foot down, and then raise my left.  i did so.  Then, she

strapped me super-hard on the ass.  "That's for being a smart ass," she

said.

 

i was now shaking terribly and sweating, knowing what this slave was

capable of.  My Mistress looked at her Dom and said, "She gets that from

you, doesn't she?"  He said, "No."  Mistress asked, "She's just doing this

on her own accord?"  The Dom grinned and nodded.

 

i felt more vicious slaps on my left foot, with another dramatic pause, and

then another WOOOSH...a super crack in the middle of my left foot again

left me crying loudly in pain.  The slave then went on hitting me

in places i've never been hit before.  Hitting the tops of my thighs, the

backs of my thighs, under my arms, on top of my arms, my sides, the side of

my pelvis, my calves, behind my knees, and my shoulder blades.  This woman

was unreal.  i've never felt so much pain everywhere on my body at one

given time in my life.

 

 

When she finished, she handed the strap to my Mistress and thanked her.  My

Mistress said "You're very welcome, and thank YOU!"  i was shaking and

trembling from the most incredible onslaught i've had in over a year.  i go

from my Mistress's beatings, to the clothespins, to the slaves beating the

crap out of me.  No pun intended here, but i was beat.

 

The circulation was beginning to slow down in my wrists, so my Mistress

uncuffed my hands.  When my arms came down to my sides one at a time, i

felt like i was going to fall over.  i literally had NO control over my

arms for a brief moment.  Mistress had to hold me up to keep me from

falling over.

 

Mistress had me thank all the subs who beat me.  i told them i would never

say that statement again.  They gave me a sly grin in response, with a

"Well, thank you," to complete their thought.

 

We all went to take a rest and help the birthday dom open up his gifts. 

After hugging Mistress several times and waited for my arms to be able to move

again like they used to, Mistress looked at me dead in the eye and said,

"NOW, your punishment is over."

 

Before everyone got up to leave the dungeon for the gift opening, Mistress

looked me up and down and said, "How DID you fuck that 36 year old woman,

slave?"  i held my cock saply and said, "With this, Mistress."  She said,

"With your COCK?"  i nodded my head in agreement, feeling like i was a 1st

grader who finally memorized his alphabet and was bouncing with pride.

 

"Why don't you show everyone how you used that cock of yours?"

 

i wasn't sure what She meant.

 

"Slave, do you know what a pantomime is?"  i was smart to this one.  Once

before, my Mistress had me pantomime how i fuck a woman in front of Her and

Her best friend who is also a respected Domme.  Only now i was expected to

perform this in front of many more people.  i shuddered in response, and

Mistress did nothing more than sadistically laugh.

 

i closed my eyes, laid on the floor in the middle of the dungeon, and

pantomimed my eating pussy.  Mistress just laughed and said, "Quit eating

out her cunt and show us the real stuff, slut!"  i heard giggling all

around me.  i dared not open my eyes in fear of making eye contact with

someone who was shaking their head at me like i was some moron.

 

i began bucking my hips up and down, pretending i was doing the nasty with

someone, when in reality, i was fucking the floor.  My cock actually

started to get hard, but it was stressful having to hold myself up without

an actual body under me.  Doing this for about 5 minutes began to wear on

my muscles, and i started sweating from the workout.  Just when i began to

buck faster and faster, Mistress said, "Alright, stop fucking the shit out

of that 36 year old woman, slut, and get up.  i didn't say you could CUM."

Darn.   i told Her, "i was getting on the verge of that, Mistress."

"i know," She replied.

When i looked around me, i found NO ONE in the room looking at us.  There

were 3 other people finishing up a scene on their part of the dungeon.

Somewhere in there, most of the people left without making a sound.

Mistress's face was beaming with an "I know something you don't" look on

Her face.  We hugged each other lovingly, as we always do after every

scene.  What an incredible woman.  She's just as intimidating as She is

loving.

 

We then left the dungeon to join the others, who were apparently already

giving the birthday dom his birthday gifts.

 

That party was far from over.  Not long from that point, Mistress was about

to make another one of my fantasies come true, and this time, didn't turn

it into a nightmare.  Instead, She made it a dream cum true.

 

You better believe, however, that even though this was one of MY fantasies,

She STILL got pleasure out of it, because She made me do it HER way.

 

It has always been a fantasy of mine to jack off and cum in front of a

group of people.  Well, my Mistress knew this, of course, and intended on

giving it to me, with a twist.

 

After the dom opened all of his presents, the party moved back into the

dungeon.  Mistress took me to one side of the dungeon and had me stand

against a wall with my legs spread and my arms against the wall.  The wall

felt cold as i did this and i shivered.  She came over to me with these two

heavy looking round golden objects.  They reminded me of Christmas

ornaments, only heavier and bigger than the balls you'd put on your tree.

 

Mistress set them down in front of me, and pulled out a parachute.  She put

it securely around my cock and balls.  i recall saying it felt dangerously

tight, so She adjusted it slightly so that the pain left my balls.  Then,

She hung one of the golden balls from it, followed shortly by another.

This was hurting immensely.  She had me walk around the dungeon like that,

trying to position me in some ideal area where lighting was better.

 

It became evident to me that She was setting me up for a picture.  When i

finally found a place to stand where the lighting was good enough, Mistress

positioned me and snapped a picture of my lower half.  i understand that

this picture was meant to be put on Her CBT page somewhere on Her web page.

 

After teasing me for awhile by having me move my legs a few times to make

the balls move, She finally removed the parachute.  It was a relief to feel

my balls released from that pain.

 

 

 

 

i wanted to take time in this report to describe how my relationship with

Mistress Kitten was very much so a give and take relationship.  You may

recall in the past reports i have written how Mistress has been

incorporating tickling, a fetish that does nothing for Her, into our play.

This is Her way of making the scenes more exciting for me.  It is very

little skin off Her back to put it into the scenes.  She is neither for or

against tickling...She just has no real opinion of it, and doesn't normally

use it.  Well, i'm rather indifferent about CBT, and She is well aware of

this.  i always felt weird about such an important part of the male body

being tortured.  She never did it to me nonconsentually.  i "tolerated" it

for Her, because i knew it gave Her extreme pleasure to give it to me.  i

knew She was experienced and would never harm me.  Still, i was frightened

every time we played with CBT in the past.  That fear was less and less

intense as i grew to trust Her more and more in that area.  Though

uncomfortable with CBT, i eventually didn't hesitate to perform any acts of

CBT She demanded of me online or in person because i knew She wouldn't harm

me.

 

Often, i would be ordered to grab my cock, or squeeze my balls tightly.

Sometimes, this would actually make me hard.  i enjoyed having a picture of

Her nearby, like the one of Her on Her webpage.  i would look at it while i

squeezed my balls for Her.  My cock would immediately grow.  She has that

pleasant smile, and that intense look in Her eyes when i'm in that kind of

pain.  She taught me to appreciate CBT by looking at it a new way.  Instead

of concentrating on the pain, i would concentrate on Her expression.  It

would give me joy to know SHE was getting joy.  In the same sense, when She

tickled me, it would give Her joy to see me enjoying the tickling.  She

grew to appreciate tickling the same way i grew to appreciate CBT.

 

Mistress intended on making a fantasy come true for me at this party, and

it was about to happen.  She pulled out this plastic floor mat which was

rolled up against the wall.  She unrolled it, and turned it upside down.

Well, sure enough, the side that was sticking up was a huge pattern of

sharp plastic "nails" that were meant to keep this plastic mat stable

whenever it was used as a floor mat.  However, Mistress intended on using

it as a bed of nails!

 

She had me lie down on the mat, on my BACK, thank God!  The hardest part

was getting on the mat.  It was less painful when my whole body was lying

down on it, because my body weight was evenly distributed.  i was also

thankful at this point that i am not overweight!

 

Mistress then came over to me with a jar of Elbow Grease, which is what i

usually use as lube when i masturbate.  This was fascinating.  She ordered

me to lube myself and masturbate while lying down on a bed of nails!

The reason this fantasy was so amazing to me was because i have never been

able to orgasm in front of a group of people before, let alone get a hard

on.  Now, to add to my difficulties, i was not only to be jerking off in

front of a crowd, but on a bed of nails.  Oh, the fun was only beginning

here.

Another female slave in the dungeon was ordered by her Domme to crawl over

me and to stick her breasts in my mouth while all this was going on.  This

slave was blindfolded, and i noticed that her nipples had rings in them.

Still, i managed to lick and suck her nipples without much difficulty.  The

problem here was that i was heavily distracted.  i was enjoying pleasuring

this slave, but i was concentrating on HER and not my masturbating.  i

think this was intentional on Mistress Kitten's part.  She didn't want me

to get hard right away.  In the meantime, i began to feel like i was in a

twisted pornographic film.

 

This female slave was loving my attention, but was eventually pulled away

and replaced with another submissive named cherub.  This was incredible

because i was beginning to forget about the pain from the bed of nails. 

My Mistress was watching this entire time, totally enthralled with this

scene She created.  i sucked away at the nipples of this new submissive,

and was thankful she didn't have pierced nipples.  Cherub pointed out that

she had never seen a man cum before, which lit up the eyes of Mistress

Kitten.  She claimed she had felt men cum IN her but she never actually

watched a man cum.

 

Hearing this, Mistress Kitten had cherub sit back and watch me.

She also pointed out that She KNEW i was concentrating more on pleasuring

the subs than i was on myself.  i think my rather limp cock was good

evidence of this, as well.

 

She then began catering Her dialogue with me more towards my fantasy.  She

pointed out how many people were in the room, and how many people were

going to see me cum.  i began to get harder and harder.  Mistress then

reminded me that when i cum, i get really wild, and i shake around,

scream, and go crazy.  If i came on this bed of nails, i would be causing

my body ALL SORTS of pain!

 

i looked at my Mistress and saw Her grinning.  i said, "Mistress, i don't

think i wanna cum!"

 

She laughed and told me "tough shit."  She explained my predicament to the

voyeurs who still weren't quite sure why i would turn down an opportunity

to orgasm.

 

i began getting closer and closer to cumming.  Mistress had cherub put

her foot on my mouth and had me suck her toes for awhile, something that

 

really seems to get me off.  i was shaking my head no, because i knew i

would get very turned on by this.  After a couple minutes of this, Mistress

told her to let me be for good this time, sensing i was VERY near.

Finally, Mistress firmly stated, "Cum for me, slave.  Cum NOW!"

 

This has NEVER worked on me before.  i have no idea how She did this.  On

command, as if my body was obeying my Mistress, i felt my cum rise and

build within my cock.  Soon enough, a torrent of cum began shooting all

over my chest and stomach while i fanatically writhed and shook all over

the floor mat.  There is something about cumming that makes a person's

senses go numb for a moment.  All of my pain disappeared because my blood

was rushed to my cock to help it do its thing.  After what felt like a two

minute orgasm, i calmed down.  i kept mumbling, "Good...good....good."  The

sub who was watching me cum and who claimed she had never seen a man cum

before mentioned to my Mistress that my orgasm looked like i was going

insane having a fit with myself.  Eventually, my "good...good...good"

became "pain...pain...PAIN!"  All of the blood rushed back throughout the

rest of my body, and i could feel all of the pain that i SHOULD have been

feeling after going fanatic on a bed of nails!

 

Mistress looked at me and said, "You're a mess, go wash yourself."  i got

up, almost screaming as i felt the pain on my body sink in to its full

potential.  Mistress and the others at the party began laughing heartily as

they saw the connect-a-dot pattern all over my ass and back.  i went to the

wash room outside the dungeon and washed my hands and the front of my

body.  i was feeling beyond the point of extremely sore.  With all the

stuff that happened at that party, i was completely beat (no pun intended.)

 

i returned to my Mistress who stared lovingly at my body, looking at Her

wonderful marks.  The bruises on my ass from the "Oh, Mama!" strap had set

in, and it was evident it would take a long time for them to go away.  It

did.  It took over a week, and I'm a very quick healer.

 

Now on my knees, i embraced my Mistress.  This is my favorite part of every

session we have.  Yes, there is that remarkable love that a Mistress has

for Her slave, and vice versa.  However, this embrace feels different.

Each time we do this, i feel closer and closer to Her as a PERSON i love.

We both feel this way.  There is this loving communication we have between

our inner souls.

 

 

 

 

The day after the play party everyone had in honor of the dom's birthday

party, we were invited to go to his house for breakfast.  Mistress and i

got up early the next morning, very bushed from the previous night's

action, and drove there to meet the rest of our friends.

 

After admiring the dom's wonderful house for awhile, he made a bet with

me.  He took me to his bathroom, and told me that there was ONE MORE room

inside the bathroom that i haven't seen.  i assumed he meant the shower,

but he clarified that it was an actual room that was bigger than the room i

was standing in.  This was hard to believe, because that bathroom was

pretty big.

 

Mistress told me that i had 5 minutes to find it, and if i didn't, i would

have to receive his birthday swats.  That didn't sound too

frightening, until She pointed out that HE would be giving them to me! They

both grinned at me.

 

I looked all over, and had no idea what they were talking about.  I

searched in a couple drawers, and opened a few cupboards, still nothing.

 

"Why don't you look through MORE cupboards, jay?  There might be some

secret lever or hidden switch that you haven't found," teased the dom.  My

Mistress shook Her head laughing.

 

He began counting down from my 60 second mark, updating me every 15

seconds.  i went to the mirror on the other side of the room and grabbed it

by its side.  Nothing, it was stuck there, and so was i.  0 seconds, time's

up.

 

He showed me how to get into this special room that was LARGER than the room

i was in, and had a hot tub in the center of it.

 

He said, "I think even YOU will agree that this is indeed an actual room,

and that it is a bit larger than the one you were in, wouldn't you say?"  i

had to agree.  That was it, i was to take his swats from him.

 

Just not right away, though.  We all went to the kitchen to eat breakfast

together.  The submissives sat on the floor, and the Doms/Dommes sat on the

chairs. Once in awhile, the dom would order one of the subs to do something

in regards to serving the table.  For instance, i was ordered to pour

orange juice in the glass of all those who wanted it.  Another time i had

to ensure that all water glasses had ice in them, unless the person who was

drinking the water didn't want ice.  Another sub had to clean up the plates

when we were done.  The dom was generous enough to serve the actual food,

which was quite good.  He even offerred seconds.  We ate basic food for

breakfast, but it was wonderful in the way it was served, prepared, and

looked on his beautiful dinner table.  At one point, i got my Mistress a

different coffee cup for Her coffee, because the one She was drinking out

of seemed to heavy and awkward.  It really was an extremely heavy cup,

especially for someone who was using that same hand to beat my ass with the

previous night.

 

i loved this opportunity to talk to everyone at the table on a more

person-to-person level.  We were all in our proper headspaces, don't get me

wrong, but we all knew we were all in this scene together, and just because

we're different from some other people, we were still human beings just

like everyone else.  Our conversations were very normal, talking about very

mundane typical table conversation type things.  We just catered the meal

the way the dom felt appropriate, especially for a D/s breakfast.  It was

certainly a mind opening experience.  It was also great to get to know

everyone in a more casual atmosphere.

 

After the meal, we all got up and sat by the warm fireplace.  During this

session of sitting and chatting, i pointed out this paddle that was a gift

for the dom.  It was a HUGE paddle, one that would be used in a game called

"RalleyBall."  It didn't look very intimidating, because it was my opinion

that the bigger paddles would be slowed down by the force of the air going

against them while being swung.  Also, they cover a very wide area, so they

wouldn't sting so much.

 

Well, sure enough, Mistress had me strip right there in front of everyone,

and had me spread my legs on all fours, offering my ass to Her.  She swung

and hit me hard. Oh, i was wrong...it hurt!!  Of course, She wouldn't stop

after just ONE.  She repeatedly pounded me with this paddle.  It felt like

a  2-by-4 slamming against my ass (well, maybe a bit more thin, but still,

it hurt more than i would have ever thought.)

 

Finally, once Mistress realized that She convinced me that this paddle

could be painful, She told me to go over to where the dom was sitting and to

beg him to give me his birthday swats.  He wasn't certain whether or

not i was deserving of them, and then told me that i was probably more

deserving of merely being swatted by his bare hand instead of by a paddle.

He showed me his hand, and pointed out to me how thin and nimble it was.

He assured me that swats from his hand would be simple to take.

 

He grabbed my right arm and led me over to his couch.  He had me stand up,

and bend over the couch so that my ass was sticking out.  He had me really

really spread my legs wide and thrust my ass high up in the air at him.

His rather rough handling of my body and his speed of setting me up for the

beating was beginning to concern me and make me nervous.  My Mistress ordered

me to stare at Her during my swats.  This was very difficult, because i was

so tempted to watch when he was pulling his hand back to hit me so i

could prepare for the swat.

 

 

i was ordered to count outloud every swat i received, and to say, "Thank

you, Sir, Happy Birthday Sir."  i felt the first swat on my right ass

cheek.  Before i could speak, i felt another swat on my left one.  WOW

those hurt like hell!  This man knew how to hit with those "nimble' hands

of his!

 

"1...2...Thank you, Sir, Happy Birthday, Sir!" i yelled.  Sometimes

he'd hit me 4 times in a row..."3...4...5...6, thank you, Sir, Happy

Birthday, Sir!"  My voice grew more and more intense as my pain

increased.  My voice became less sincere and more scared and tense.  i

tried my best to stare at my Mistress, but could feel his hand raising

and lowering.  He'd often fake hitting me several times to make me body

react without even getting hit.  i was constantly cringing from his blows.

Finally, he'd REALLY hit me hard on the ass, and then my body weight would

lunge forward onto the couch.  i'd quickly get back up and into the

position.  About 4 more times during this session, i would lunge into that

couch.  The last 4 swats he gave me were the hardest, each getting more

painful than the next.  His VERY last swat was his hardest, and he drew his

hand all the way back, and crashed down with what seemed like all his

strength.  That last one threw me into the couch again.  i was shaking,

repeatedly saying, "Holy shit!"

 

 

 

i thanked him for the swats.  He said, "You're welcome, now give me a

hug."  We hugged for a few seconds, which felt really good.  My Mistress

was smiling at this sight.  This man who just swatted the hell out of me

was now hugging me, and the whole time i was taking these swats to please

my Mistress.  All 3 of us shared this experience together, and a hug was a

perfect way to end it.  i then went back to my Mistress and finished the

hug with Her.  While doing this, She asked another sub to go get a piece of

ice for my ass.  She returned and began rubbing it on my ass per my

Mistress's orders.  My ass was HOT HOT HOT!  That ice melted rather

quickly, and the sensation of it hitting my ass was making me moan and

writhe while i was still being held by my Mistress.  Occasionally Mistress

would surprise me and rake her fingernails against my ass.  That was the

MOST STRANGEST sensation i have ever felt.  Fingernails raking my red hot

ass...it TICKLED immensely!  i can't explain it, but it was a painful

tickle!  Then She'd have the sub rub ice on it again.

 

The dom came over to us with an ice pack, and offered to rub it on my ass.

That was VERY cold, and made me scream into my Mistress's arms.  Mistress

was letting me scream as much as i wanted to, since he didn't have any

neighbors nearby that day.  It was nice to be able to scream, but worse, in

a way, because Mistress was being that much more sadistically free because

of it!  Finally, Mistress let up and felt my ass, telling me it was wet and

i should dry it.  This meant, She wanted me to hold my ass close to the

fire in the fireplace.  i did so, still on my knees, holding my ass close

to the fire.  A good five minutes of this dried me off, but the heat on my

already hot ass was making me feel like i was sitting on a volcano.

 

Mistress had me come back to Her, and admired my now very red and very

bruised (from the previous night) ass.  We held each other tight...i on my

knees, and Her on the seat...above me.

 

 

  

  

 

 

 

 

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