I leave you for the rest of the day and night to contemplate your life and the punishment waiting for you. Deciding to do things properly or how I imagine a Mistress would do them anyway I rummage around in the chest of drawers in my bedroom and dig out a black lace basque and a matching g string. Putting it on and slipping black silk stockings over my legs makes me feel incredibly sexy, but staring at myself in the mirror I realise that it doesn’t quite achieve the effect I am looking for. Getting down on my knees to reach for a suitcase under the bed I’m unaware of the reflection of my exposed pussy and naked arse in the mirror. If I was I probably would have forgotten what I was supposed to be doing and would have ended up masturbating while watching myself in the mirror.

Pulling the suitcase out from under the bed I open it and lift out a pair of boots, black leather knee high boots laced all the way up the front. Perfect. The toes of the boots are pointed and the heels 5 high. I can’t wait to walk over your naked prone body while wearing them.

As I slowly pull them on I can feel the change within me. Immediately I feel more confident, not only as a woman but as a slave owner. Looking in the mirror again the woman I see before me is somehow different. I feel powerful and in control. Still angry with myself for being so stupid as to treat you like a man and a lover you are going to pay for my mistake. Standing tall with shoulders back I make my way to your bedroom’.

Hearing the click of the door unlocking you start trembling with fear. Unable to sleep properly you are exhausted. You wonder how much pain you will be able to take because you already feel weak through lack of sleep, food and drink. Standing in the doorway of your bedroom I just watch you for a few minutes, taking perverse pleasure in your obvious terror.

Walking slowly, stiletto heels tapping loudly on the stone floor, I approach the cage and stop in front of it. Seeing what I am wearing you know that I mean business. Today is not going to be pleasant. But although the sight of me fills you with fear you can’t help being aroused by the outfit. Your dick becomes hard, even though you don’t want it to. When I notice I start laughing. You’re pathetic bitch; you’re like a fucking dog on heat. One sniff of a cunt and you want to shag it. Well I will have to knock that out of you. You are only allowed to have an erection when I say so. Now get out of the fucking cage!’

You feel deeply ashamed that you can be aroused by a woman who intends to hurt you and equally humiliated at my harsh words and the accompanying laughter. Luckily for you the humiliation makes your dick quickly deflate. If it had stayed hard you know I would have whipped it. Of all the things I might do to you your biggest fear is that I will permanently damage your genitals. Like all men your life is ruled by your dick and the thought of it being subject to torture is terrifying. If your dick became useless, what would be the point of living? Reluctantly you crawl out of the cage remaining on your hands and knees in front of me not daring to look up at my face.

‘Now prostrate yourself on the floor and show me some respect you piece of shit’.

You are not sure what I mean because you do not understand the word prostrate so I help you understand by kicking your hands away from the floor so that you collapse onto you belly. Then I tell you to spread your arms and legs as wide as you can, well as wide as the chains on your wrists and ankles will allow anyway.

‘That, you lowlife is how you will greet me from now on every morning when I come to your bedroom. Do you understand?’

Meekly you reply Yes Mistress I understand’.

‘Good now lick my boots and then we will start your punishment’.

You do so for the next fifteen minutes, until I am satisfied.

‘Okay, that’s enough, now don’t you dare move an inch dog, because if you do you will wish you were dead.’

Then stepping onto your back I walk slowly down the length of it and over your butt. The heels of my boots dig into your flesh making you whimper with pain but you dare not move, because if I fall off you know that your life will not be worth living.

When I have finished tormenting your flesh I step off your back and crouch down to gaze at the pretty pattern of red marks left on your skin. Casually stroking them and noticing the automatic clenching of your buttocks at my touch I laugh and smack your butt hard before telling you to get up and lie down on your back on the table. You are reluctant to do so because you can guess what will happen and once you are tied down you will not be able to stop me doing what I like to you. Gingerly raising yourself to your knees you beg me to give you another chance.

‘Please Tracey I swear that I will serve you the best that I can and I will never give you reason to be displeased with me. I have learnt my lesson and I will do anything for you. I will be the perfect slave for you

‘Shut up you piece of shit. First of all you do not call me by my name. You are not my equal. You are not even a man anymore. You are my property. You will address me correctly at all times or suffer the consequences. If you piss me off too much I may have your tongue cut out. Second, you agreed to receive your punishment rather than be sent to the slave market. So stop whining, you have made your choice. If you were the perfect slave you wouldn’t be begging me either, you would already be lying on the table as ordered. Now fucking get on it before I lose my temper!’

Not daring to reply, slowly you crawl on hands and knees to the table, sensing that if you dare stand up and walk like a man you will be whipped back to your knees. Lying back on the table you raise your arms above your head. You know what is expected of you and hope that this sign of obedience will pacify me. You lay there passively whilst first your legs are freed from the manacles then strapped wide apart to the table tightly with thick leather straps, followed swiftly by both arms.

Bull dog clips are the first thing to adorn your body; placed on your nipples they are much more painful than clothes pins. Your face screws up in pain as the first clip bites your nipple, the second makes you cry out.

‘Oh God! Please, please take them off, I beg you!’

Smiling at you and completely ignoring your pleas I reply Do you know I think it’s amazing the different uses you can find for general office equipment! I wonder what else I can use’.

Rummaging around in the implements cupboard I take out a ball of string. Still in pain but desperate to see what I am doing you lift your head up from the table and warily watch me to see what item of torture is next. You are puzzled when I return to the table with the ball of string. You have no idea how it can be used to torture you but you know from the expression on my face that whatever it is you are not going to like it. Its use soon becomes apparent when I take your dick in one hand and tie the end of the string off round the head of your cock. Terrified that I am going to deliberately cut off the circulation to your manhood you struggle against your bonds trying desperately to break free. This isn’t punishment, this is torture!

Knowing that you aren’t going anywhere but needing to stop you thrashing about I place another wide leather strap over your stomach and strap it tightly down to the table. Two further straps hold your thighs still. Gripping your dick firmly again I continue winding the string tightly around it until it is completely covered, before continuing onwards to your balls. When I have finished the whole of your genitals are bound firmly but not tight enough to cut off the circulation. I know that much at least about bondage. You’re no use to me as a eunuch. I am curious to know how painful it will be for you though when you become aroused, and I intend to find out.

Leaning over you so that tendrils of my hair brush your face I look into your eyes and say Hmm slave, you look quite inviting lying there. I think I might have to take advantage of you before I start your punishment. If you satisfy me who knows it may lighten my mood and I may not punish you as harshly as I might if I remain in a bad mood. So what do you say slave, do you want to try and lessen your punishment and satisfy your Mistress at the same time?’

Meeting my gaze you take your time in answering. You are not sure if it is a trick question. If you say yes will you be punished even more for trying to reduce the punishment you had already told me you would accept in order to remain with me, or am I making you a genuine offer? My expression is giving nothing away but knowing how cruel I can be on a whim you decide to answer from your heart, after all you have nothing to lose.

‘I ask nothing of you Ma’am. As you have pointed out to me I am nothing, no longer a man, just your property. I am here solely for your pleasure and whatever else you want from me. I have no right to ask for lesser punishment. Whatever punishment you choose to inflict on me I will suffer because I have no choice. Any choices I had in my life were taken away from me the day I was kidnapped and sold into slavery, so please Ma’am do what you will with me, I no longer care’.

Taken aback by your reply I’m not sure how to respond. You have an uncanny knack of making me feel guilty. Maybe I should have gagged you at the start then I could have just got on with it without thinking about the morals of what I am doing. But when I consider the amount of money you cost me and the fact that I nearly lost all that money and my prized possession I realise that I have to continue with your punishment. You do need to be taught your place and if I don’t do it now then I will never have total control over you.

‘Well slave, I didn’t realise you could speak so eloquently in English. You almost made me feel sorry for you just then, but you are right of course; you have no choice in what happens to you. You have no idea how hideous the normal punishment meted out to slaves who try to escape is. I should really hand you over to the Police but I haven’t because you did return and I wanted to spare you the horrors of that because I am a kind Mistress. But your crime cannot go unpunished. That is why you were given the choice, accept your punishment from me or return to the slave market. I have just given you a further opportunity to reduce your punishment but you have failed to take it. So I will continue as planned. However, first you will pleasure me and you had better do your best or else’.

Climbing onto the table I sit astride your stomach and give the bull dog clips a tweak. For a while I watch your face because it amuses me to see you biting your lip to try and stop yourself from crying at the renewed pain. Then I lean over and lick the perspiration from your face and kiss you gently on the mouth. At that moment hating me for making you feel so worthless you refuse to respond, but the flowery fragrance of my perfume and the touch of my long soft blonde hair brushing your skin turn you on and despite your resolve to remain unresponsive to me your body betrays your mind and you tentatively return my kiss. While I am kissing you I gently run my nails up and down your arms and across your chest, curling your chest hair round my fingers, and leaving a trail of goosebumps on your flesh where my nails have been.

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