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muscles in Dan’s legs trembled and he swayed unsteadly on his bruised toes. He
rocked backwards for a second and almost stood on the drawing pins placed
underneath by his Mistress. It was appraisal day, once a month his Mistress
would review his performance over the last month and decide on rewards and
Every appraisal started with a self assessment. He would hand in his own written report on how well he thought he had done and on what he thought he could do better. Mistress was quite keen on Dan suggesting a few punishments that he felt he deserved too, with a full and detailed explanation as to why he deserved the punishment.
His Mistress had woken this morning in the mood for a little bastinado session. Dan himself was woken up by his Mistress taking his cock in her hand and slowly, sensually stroking it. Dan came out of a deep sleep with a smile on his face as his senses rolled over him with near osgasmic delight as his Mistress had him on the edge in just a few seconds from awakening. Her sweet smile as she looked down on his obvious pleasure and the way she sped up her stroking as he neared explosion. Just as Dan opened his mouth to desperately beg for permission to come his Mistress’s hand slipped quickly away from his twitching erect cock and clamped firmly on his balls.
“Don’t think so boy! Come with me.” The sudden sharp tug on his balls as Dan was compelled to follow his swiftly moving Mistress with his desperate cock, that had been just one or two strokes from bliss, thumping uselessly up on down on the back of the hand which had a vicelike grip on his testes.
Dan had soon found himself laid on his back with his feet tied up in the air and on the back of a sturdy horizontal pole (that he had spent a long day trying to get right putting in. Mistress had rewarded him by locking him in the Boo Box, with lots of nettles for company, for the same length of time) that would hold his feet perfectly in position until his Mistress was satisfied. Dan turned his head slightly to stare at his still naked Mistress as she carefully selected just the right cane for the job of shredding his soft soles. Dan whimpered quietly as he heard the swoosh of her practice strokes cutting the air before she came to stand over him.
She began pulling on her whipping gloves, long black leather gloves that ended about halfway down her forearms. She tapped the cane into a leather clad palm for a few seconds before beginning to stroke Dan’s cock once again, only this time with the smooth cane flicking up and down his member, teasing him back to full size. She mischievously lifted her left foot and giggled softly as she slowly shoved her toes into his waiting mouth. Dan suckled on her toes in a desperate bid to please his Mistress in the hope she would go easy on him. He slipped his tongue out and under the sole of the beautiful foot half in his mouth and tickled her sole with the tip. She laughed out loud and didn’t pull away as she continued to manipulate his, throbbing once more, cock.
“How many strokes was it this morning slave?” Dan almost froze in his sucking of her toes as he heard the question. He knew what was coming next and decided that since her foot was in his mouth that this was merely a rhetoric question. He was right. “You know my rules. A stroke for a stroke. Don’t worry, I was counting. And in a second I’ll stripe your feet with the exact number. You can count out loud for me. One, thank you for my morning wank Mistress! Two, thank you for my morning wank Mistress! And so on.”
Dan never coped well with bastinado sessions. Which made them all the more fun for his Mistress when she suddenly sprung one on him. He was screaming and begging very early into the session but his Mistress knew what was best for him and her cheerful encouraging voice cut through the tears and the pleading as she insisted on the continued count. The beating was slow, thanks to his “insistence” on screaming and begging but it gave her time to make sure that the full length of his soles got some treatment. Dan was bathing her toes in his tears as he kissed her feet in gratitude for the ending of his punishment when his Mistress reminded him “We’re not done yet, boy. Remember, a stroke for a stroke. You had a few more strokes with our friend here didn’t you?” She flexed her cane and then pointed at his crotch to remind him of what had been happening as he suckled on her toes. “Flop your backside over the pole! We’ll make this quick. I’ve worked up quite an appetite for breakfast now so once we’re square you can hop off and get on with making it for me.”
In seconds Dan found himself staring at the carpet with his hands on the ground in front of him for balance as he lay over the pole. His Mistress planted her foot on his back to keep him still and out of the corner of his eye Dan could see her shadow on the wall, the morning sun peeking through the window and casting his beautiful Mistress’s silhouette upon the wall for him to see. He saw her arm rise and he could see the thin almost transparent shadow of the cane in her hand. He saw the shadow of her arm fly suddenly down and he gasped in that split second as he realised!
Mistress was true to her word, it was a quick caning and it was brutal, unmerciful, with several dozen strokes quickly smashing into his quivering screaming body. It ended as suddenly as it had begun. She took her foot from his back and examined her work, “Ooohh! That’s not a bad effort actually. Remind me to take a picture later. Got quite a bit of blood here, and here” Dan winced as she poked his backside in several places with the now splintered cane and drew in a sharp breath as she scraped the end of it across one point so that the blood run better. “I might just sign that later. Remind me. Now, breakfast time!”
Morning seemed a long time away now as Dan felt the sweat from his back roll onto his backside and sting as the salt rolled onto his cuts and stripes. Mistress had been reading for almost a quarter of an hour. Reading and re-reading, taking in every word that he had to say for himself. Dan stared at her sat there in her low cut summer dress which barely covered the top of her thighs. She was cross legged wearing her soft leather thigh high stiletto boots with the top leg swinging back and forth as she ‘ummed’ and ‘ahhed’ thoughtfully over his self assessment. Finally she looked up at him with a smile that one could quite possibly see on a cat’s face which has cornered a mouse with nowhere to go. The back of Dan’s calves were beginning to cramp as she picked up a pen and finally said , “Lot’s to talk about here my boy. Luckily I’ve not got much on today, so we can take our time and go over this properly.” Dan wobbled above the drawing pins again...
Dinnertime with my Mistress is always interesting. Today you’ve decided I can eat in the living room, in front of the TV, for a nice treat. Of course I will be naked and on my hands and knees eating out of a dog bowl in front of you, but I will get to watch the TV too. I watch you fetch over my bowl and you set it down in front of me.
I wait for your permission to eat but it doesn’t come straight away. Instead you reach in between my legs from behind and grasp my balls, pulling them back behind me. I immediately start to scurry backwards to relieve the tension and you swiftly order me to stay still. I jump slightly at the cool touch of an implement being pressed up against both thighs and I realise that you’re locking me into the humbler. I feel the pinch of my balls being nicely trapped into position and then feeling through the trapped skin of my sac the sensation of the humbler being tightened and locked in place. I jump and squeal as you suddenly pat my trapped and vulnerable balls, the sensation sending electric like shocks up and down my spine.
You make me sit up for a second, causing me to squeal again as the humbler pulls on my balls as I do so. You laugh at the sound of my screams and playfully begin to nibble and suck on my nipples. I moan at the pleasurable sensation caused by the gentle nipping of your teeth and the playfulness of your tongue as you alternate between each nipple. Your hand reaches down and begins to lightly flick back the foreskin of my cock and my moaning increases as my cock begins to swell immediately.
The sensation of you leaving one nipple is of desperation but replaced quickly by the sudden surge of renewed euphoric delight as you immediately take my other nipple into your mouth. Your fingernails lightly tickling the rim of the head of my cock before you let go of my nipple and quickly spit onto my cock, before biting down harder on my nipple and vigorously masturbating me. Within seconds I’m begging for permission to cum, but you hold me off for a few seconds more. I’m not as desperate as you like me to be just yet.
Just as I think I can’t hold back any longer, my head back and my tight shut eyes screwed up with the effort of not popping until permission is granted, you laughingly give me permission to cum and despite the pain in my stretched balls I shoot what feels like a huge load straight out. My whole body shakes and I feel gooseflesh creeping out all over as the sensation of relief washes all over me. Then I feel the cold rim of something against the front of my thighs. I open my eyes to find you holding my bowlful of food underneath my cock as you continue to milk the last of my ejaculate onto my food. You tell me that it was looking a little dry so could do with a little sauce to moisten it up a bit. You place the bowl back down and allow me to look at the now coated food and laugh.
Just as I am about to settle back down onto my hands and knees once more to eat my food you quickly grasp my still erect nipple between your thumb and forefinger and quickly attach a viciously tight clamp to it. From the clamp is a length of fine chain links leading to another clamp. You pull this down towards my cock whilst pinching the flesh of my foreskin and pulling it up to meet the second clamp. Quickly attaching it, you step back to admire my hunched over position and the stretched skin of my nipple and foreskin before deciding to repeat the process with the nipple.
The skin of my cock stretched painfully up and forwards and my balls pulled even more painfully back behind me you decide that there’s room for a little more improvement. You produce another fine length of chain which separates’ at both ends. At one end is a pair of small hooks which you insert into my nostrils before feeding the chain back over the top of my head and down across my back. At the other end of the chain, it separates into two lengths both ending with a loop. You tug on the chain causing my head to pull backwards and me scream as the clamps on my nipples and foreskin pull sharply. You ignore my screams as you fit each loop around one end of the humbler before letting go. I quickly realise that I can relieve the tension on my nipples and cock by leaning forwards, but in doing so I pull on the hooks in my nostrils and on the humbler causing me to shriek in pain. I alternate my position trying to find the best intermediary position but you have the lengths perfect, there is no relief to be found.
You then force my hands down to my feet and swiftly tie my thumbs to my big toes, to keep my hands from doing anything naughty like trying to remove a clamp. You finally give me permission to eat and laugh at the shrieks of pain as I try and dip my head into the bowl without causing myself too much pain. On about my third mouthful of food, I feel it. My eyes widen and involuntarily I tense, not that it will do me any good, as the stiletto heel of your boot slowly pushes its way into my exposed anus. The food drops out of my mouth as I scream at the sudden invasion. I look back between my legs to see you sat comfily on the couch, legs crossed, the boot of your top leg slowly pushing backwards and forwards, in and out of me. You pick up the remote and remind me that this is my treat for the day and you expect me to be very thankful afterwards, “Now what would you like to watch?”
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