My Master's Slave

Chapter One-4

I gagged and choked and nearly puked as I licked all the remnants of his conquest from his c**k. When he was good and clean he pushed his pecker down into the back of my throat.

“You liked it when I f****d you, didn’t you? Your little c**k got hard and dripped all that c*m on the floor. You’re such a f*****g slut,” he said with a laugh.

“Now thank me for the pleasures you just had.”

I knelt there quietly for a few moments before saying anything. “Thank you, Master, for f*****g my ass and allowing me to clean your big, beautiful cock.”

“That’s good… now lick your c*m off the floor and then get up and follow me.”

He immediately turned and walked into the dungeon. God, what more was going to happen to me?

I reluctantly licked the floor clean and went into the chamber. We stopped next to the bondage horse and he picked up a pair of thick leather cuffs. I felt a twinge of fear as I realized he was going to whip me. Phil knelt down and put one of the cuffs around each of my legs.

“Turn around, face the horse and spread your feet.”

The stiff leather bands tightly circled each of my ankles. I could hear an audible click as a solid brass lock secured me in place. An identical lock soon held me to the other leg of the horse.

Similar manacles were put around each of my wrists and within moments I was bent over the padded horse with my arms fastened to the heavy wooden timbers. I was at his mercy, locked helplessly over his torture device.

I was sweating as he asked, “Scared.”

I just nodded my head.

“You should be. I’m going to punish you for your infractions so far. There were several, but I’ll be kind and take it a little easy on you for your first whipping. I’m only going to give you half of the strokes that you have earned. You see, you get a dozen lashes from my whip for everything you did wrong. Actually you should get four dozen hard lashes, but since it’s your first day, I’m only going to give you two – two dozen that is. But trust me; I won’t go the least bit easy.”

I realized I was in a perfect position for the whipping. My ass was sticking right out there so easily available for him to abuse. There was no escape. There was no safe word. I could do nothing but await my fate.

“Normally I would have you count out every stroke of my whip or cane, but I have something special to gag you with instead.”

He grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up.

“Open wide, c**k sucker,” he demanded as he shoved something in my mouth. “You know what that is?”

I struggled but shook my head back and forth.

“It’s my used, dirty jock strap. I’ve worn it for nearly a month and a half without washing it. Day in and day out, working out at the gym, running several miles a day, just filling it with my ball sweat, piss drippings and s**t stains, saving it especially for you. I decided you would be mine when I saw the handcuff marks on your wrists way back then. I was just biding my time. Doesn’t it taste really delicious? You’re going to find that I will enjoy doing lots of humiliating and disgusting things to you.”

I mumbled and shook my head in near-nauseating repulsion as he continued.

“So shall we begin?” he asked as he walked over to the wall that was covered with all sorts of instruments for inflicting pain. “What do you think… a nice paddle or a long, slender whip? I guess we’ll do twelve with one and then twelve with the other. Think that will suffice?

“I’m going to use the paddle first to get you all warmed up. See it’s wide enough to cover lots of your tender flesh and all these holes let the air through allowing it go faster and hit even harder. It’s actually called a Spencer paddle. Oh, before I start let me warn you. If you drop my jock strap, I’ll give you all forty-eight, understand?”

I nodded my head in fear as he asked, “Ever had a paddling before? Did your folks ever spank you when you were young?”

My head went back and forth in response to his questions.

“Good. Virgin flesh as well. I like that. I know you’ve probably fantasized about getting a whipping from some beautiful woman like the guys in your stories, but this is the real thing. This isn’t a story. This whipping and paddling is going to hurt worse than anything you can possibly imagine. I promise.”

He stepped back beside me and rubbed his hand across my smooth unmarked skin. I tightened my cheek muscles a little and squeezed my eyes shut as he touched me.

Then I heard it. There was a distinct swishing through the air behind me. Every muscle in my body tensed and then shook violently as the wooden monster slammed with an ungodly force across both cheeks. I ground my teeth together and silently screamed while both my arms and legs tore at the bonds that held me. I couldn’t move. There was no possible escape. The strong leather cuffs held me securely as he rubbed my ass with his hand.

“N – o – o – o…” I screamed through the gag and shook my head back and forth. I didn’t want any more.

“Oh now, now my little slave. That was just number one. You still have eleven more with my lovely, little paddle. Actually I am taking it a little easy just to get started. Wait until I get warmed up and show you how it’s really done. I’ll bet even after this little session today you’ll find it very difficult to sit down tomorrow. Your ass will be all swollen and blistered and it’ll have a wonderful black and blue color all over it. And then you’ll taste the whip. It will hurt even worse. Thick, heavy, dark purple welts will form on your ass where the crop lands. It will take several days before they even start to go down.”

Again I struggled to get loose. I didn’t want to be paddled or whipped. I wanted to just leave and forget all about what happened today, but that wasn’t possible. For some reason I allowed him to f**k me and then I let him lock me over this hideous thing. And now I was at his mercy. The trouble was there wasn’t going to be any. He was going to hurt me and I couldn’t stop him. My God, I can’t believe I really thought I wanted this.

He laughed as he brought the paddle down again. The pain was even worse as it found an overlapping spot slightly lower on my ass cheeks. The third one hit even harder only a slight bit higher. Both cheeks started to heat up and took on a distinctly dark crimson glow.

The fourth stroke was given with a vengeance. He concentrated on just my right cheek, hitting it with all his strength. My body reeled in pain as I shook and fought and screamed, but he didn’t stop. He enjoyed what he was doing. My left cheek got equal treatment as his fifth stroke almost took my breath away.

Again he rubbed his hand across my ass, feeling the heat from the paddle. His hand rubbed a spot as he spoke. “This part of your gluts is what you sit on. These spots right here,” he said as he continued to rub my pain-stricken butt. “You got any classes tomorrow? I hope you don’t have a two hour lecture or anything like that, ‘cause I’m going to concentrate the rest of your strokes on these very spots. I want you to remember what happens when you don’t follow my orders and do what you are told. Even when I’m done with this little paddling and whipping you’ll be reminded every time you try to sit for several days. You’ll think of me and you’ll wonder what I’m going to do to you next.”

“U – a – h – o – m – o – d – a – h,” I screamed through the gag.

“Don’t worry. I’m about ready.”

The heinous sixth stroke brutally found that special spot on both ass cheeks. How did he know I’d have to sit most of the day tomorrow? The seventh was right on top of the last one only considerably harder. A violent third strike on the very same area agitated the situation even worse.

His strength never lessened as strokes nine, ten and eleven found the same identical mark across both cheeks of my ass. I was feeling sick to my stomach. It hurt worse than anything I can ever remember. Breaking my arm wasn’t nearly this bad. I screamed and yelled and begged for mercy through the nauseating, ghastly gag.

I was mumbling incoherently as the last stroke of the paddle crashed across both cheeks. The way it felt I wouldn’t doubt if he had used both hands on the grip and swung it like you would a baseball bat. The pain was ungodly. I was having trouble breathing. Snot was running out my nose and tears freely flooded from my eyes.

“Hey, don’t go anyplace. This is making me really hot. I’m having so much fun I think I’ll go get myself a drink. When I get back I’ll give you a dozen with the whip. Okay?”

My God! What have I done? When I get out of here he’ll never see me again. There’s no way I’m going to be his slave. I can’t endure any more of this. But then he returned. My ordeal was far from over.

“So, are we having fun yet?” he asked. “I suppose you’ve been telling yourself that this isn’t what you thought it would be. You probably are thinking that when you get loose you’ll never see me again. That’s not the way it works, b***h. You’ll be my slave and take your lickings until I decide that I’m through with you. It’s not your choice anymore. You made your bed and now you’ll have to sleep in it.”

He ran his hand across my bottom and I flinched as he laughed. He was thoroughly enjoying this.

“I bet you’ll be a little sore in the morning. There are some really nice blisters forming already. Just wait until I’m through with the whip. I’m going to make a nice checkerboard pattern with the welts. You’ll have pretty dark purplish-black diamonds across your ass if my aim is good. I’m going to go diagonally with six nice strokes about two inches apart across your ass this way and then go to the other side and do the same. It’ll be real pretty. I think you’ll like the way it will look.”

He took his time and showed me the whip he had chosen. It was a vicious looking weapon covered with braided leather and was about two feet long. He swished it back and forth so I could watch it move.

“This is going to really hurt,” he whispered.

When he disappeared from sight I thought I knew what was going to happen. I had no idea a whip could hurt so bad. All of the force of his powerful swing was on one very thin line down across the cheek of my ass. A deep howl resonated from my soul. I fought harder to escape than I had throughout the rest of this ordeal. I yanked and pulled with all my might, but there was no getting loose. The bonds were too strong.

My throat was raw from the continuous screams that were muffled by his filthy jock strap. As the whipping continued the horse never moved. It held me solid as I struggled against the unyielding manacles. I could not evade the continued agonizing assault.

One by one his whip left its brutal marks across both cheeks of my butt. I fought even harder to escape his wrath.

After the first six strikes he once again ran his hand across my ass. Just his light touch was unbearable. He paused for a sip of his drink before rounding to the other side.

As he passed in front of me he yanked my head up. “Today’s little punishment is just a small taste of what you’ll get. It sort of makes you glad you’re a masochist, doesn’t it?”

He let my head drop as he took up his new position. I heard the whip coming. It burned across my ass leaving an agonizing mark on already bruised and battered flesh. Again and again the whipping continued as the lash crisscrossed the previous whip marks.