“Yes, it means that and so much more. Are you ready to submit totally to me, to obey me without question, to suffer for me, to submit to every pain and humiliation I choose for you?” She saw a growing hard-on and the flush on his face; he was clearly excited.
Steven slid off the couch and dropped to his knees before her, his head bowed so his eyes were on the floor. “Yes,” he said, “I will be your love slave and submit to you.”
Going down on his knees had been a good move on his part as Karin was ready to kick him off the couch. A slave’s place is on the floor, not on my furniture. Maybe he thought this was going to be some sort of a game that ends at bed-time. This is no game. They had played at this before, now she intended to push the limit, and at the same time enjoy an indulgent life of pampered luxury. Does he really want to serve me, to worship me, to suffer for my pleasure, to wait on me hand and foot? We’ll see.
“Strip!” she commanded. When he didn’t move fast enough she reached out and slapped his face, not hard enough to do damage, but a stinging blow that hurt. “Faster!” She laughed as he struggled to get out of his clothes while remaining on his knees.
When he was finally naked she ordered him to kneel with his hands clasped behind his neck, and made him put his elbows back as far as possible. This exposed his tender nipples and underarms. His eyes remained focused on the floor.
Karin reached forward and tormented his nipples, pinching, and scratching them with her long sharp nails. By design she had put new ones on the day before, long, sharp ones, painted a fiery red. When she asked if he liked them she’d received the usual bored-male, “Oh yea,” response. But now his cock was rock-hard, his male biology sending her all the visual clues she needed.
“Let’s go over the rules,” she said. “Number one: You speak only when spoken to and address me as Mistress.” She continued her nipple torment.
“Number two: You will remain naked at all times and wear only the clothes I direct you to wear.
“Number three: You will obey my commands immediately and to my complete satisfaction. Your only thought is to serve me.
“Number four: Any infraction will result in punishments of my choosing. I may also choose to punish you just because it pleases me to do so.” She increased her nipple torment, pinching and twisting his little buds. His cock started to ooze pre-cum; exactly what she wanted, a link between his pain and pleasure.
“Number five: You are not allowed to have an orgasm except at my command. Your one goal is to please me; your pleasure means nothing. Any unauthorized orgasms will result in punishment, plus you will lick up your mess.” She wiped the pre-cum from his cock and held her cum-soaked finger to his lips. “Open wide,” she taunted. He was almost beside himself, yet he did it.
“Suck it all you little bitch, and be sure you swallow.” While he sucked her cum-soaked finger, she dug the nails of her other hand into his nipple. He gagged as he swallowed.
“Get used to it slut, until you get that cock of yours under control you’ll eat a lot of it. It’s pay-back time for all those years of women having to swallow from disgusting blow jobs. I intend to teach you to appreciate what it is to be a woman, and to respect and yield to superior women.”
She gave each of his nipples a final pinch and then sat back on the couch. It all may have been a bit too intense for him, and she allowed him a minute to regain his composure. Karin stood and walked toward the bedroom. “Follow me on your hands and knees.”
He crawled behind, silent and submissive. In the bedroom she positioned him in the middle of the floor, on his hands and knees, placing her riding crop on the floor before him. She set a kitchen timer for thirty minutes.
“You’ve seen how I can be. It’s time for you to decide. You may choose to continue to be my slave and follow my rules. If that’s your choice, then wait until timer goes off and crawl to me with the crop in your mouth. If you choose not to be my slave - well, then you can leave the room at any time and nothing more about this matter will be discussed. If you choose to serve me, only I will know when you will be required to do so. You may spend every minute outside of work for a week as my slave, or weeks may go by without your serving me. Only I will know; and when I say to serve you must obey instantly. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
She looked at the timer. “You have twenty eight minutes to think about it.” As she left the room, she noticed his cock was still leaking pre-cum on her beautiful wood floors. He’ll pay for that!
While she waited Karin marveled at how easy it had been. I wondered how far either of us will go? What’s his capacity for pain and humiliation? How much pleasure and luxury can I take? Probably a lot; let’s see, no more dusting, vacuuming, laundry. I can have the sheets washed weekly, the bed made daily, and the bathroom and kitchen floors cleaned weekly, on his hands and knees for a thorough job! Everything done when I want it, the way I want it. Does he really gain excitement from serving me? Well, we’ll see, won’t we? Karin amused herself with a magazine while her slave pondered his fate on his hands and knees.
After fifteen minutes she knew the only way he would come out of that room was on his hands and knees with a riding crop in his mouth. Sure enough, Karin heard the ‘ding’ of the timer and he came crawling out and stopped at her feet.
“So you’ve decided to be my slave?”
“Yes, Mistress,” his response muffled by the crop he carried so lovingly in his mouth.
She took the crop from his mouth. “Very well, if at any time you can no longer bear the pain or humiliation you must say, ‘I yield’. Repeat it.”
“I yield,” he said.
Reaching down she wiped more cum from his cock. She held her finger to his lips and smiled as he took it into his mouth. His sucking was half-hearted and she struck him with the crop. “If I offer you your own cum you must eat it, and appreciate it as the gift that it is, coming from your Mistress. Show me how much you enjoy it!” He tried harder but she struck him again.
When he was finished she led him back to the bedroom and made him lick up his cum from the wood floor. To hurry him on she used the crop on his bare ass, leaving red welts. Tomorrow he’ll be thinking of me every time he sits down.
She returned to the living room, her dutiful slave crawling behind. Karin curled up on the couch while Steven massaged her feet. He’d always liked to rub and lick her feet and did it often. Well, she liked it too, and Karin had the feeling that he would tire of it long before she did. Tonight she made him do it for ninety minutes, longer than he’d ever done it before. She gave him directions, “Lick the sole, rub the other one, lick in between my toes, now the other one, suck the toes, lick the heel, use your lips to massage my sole.”
She was relentless and demanding; whenever he slacked off or seemed inattentive she used the crop on his back. After ninety minutes of foot worshipping she was ready for bed. Karin made her slave dress her for bed. She made him kneel at the side of the bed as she teasingly brought herself to orgasm with a vibrator while he could only watch, frustrated. Finally fully satisfied, Karin was ready for sleep. “Time for bed,” she taunted.
As he started to get into bed she laughed, “Not for you. I want the refrigerator and stove cleaned spotless before morning. When you’re done you may sleep on the floor, beside my bed.”
He seemed stunned, but dutifully crawled off to begin a task Karin figured would take at least two hours.
As he crawled away, she threw a pillow and a blanket on the floor. Karin drifted off to sleep but awakened hours later when she heard him settling in on the floor. She sprawled out in the bed and went back to sleep.
*****
Karin awoke at 5:00 a.m., took the crop and struck Steven’s naked thighs. He struggled to his feet saying, “I thought—”
“Shut up bitch,” she yelled. She hit him again. “I know what you thought. You thought last night was a game. WRONG! Assume your position, on your knees, hands behind your head!”
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nbsp; He quickly assumed the position, a look of surprise and fear on his face.
Karin rose from her bed and stood, towering over him. She intended to keep him on his knees a lot. It emphasized her dominance and put him closer to her bottom, feet, and sex; things he would soon learn to love, worship, and cherish above all.
She put a foot to his chest and pushed him toward the door. “I’m going to go back to bed. You will take a shower and shave your cock, balls, and legs. Prepare warm towels for my bath. Return here at 5:45 to lick and massage my feet. At 6:00 you will awaken me and receive further instructions.” She returned to her bed as he crawled to the door.
The warm tongue on the sole of her foot stirred her awake. She looked at the clock; it was 5:47. Is he late or did I just now notice his attentions? No matter, Mistress is always right. “You’re late.”
“But I—”
“Shut up! That’s extra punishment for lateness and for talking back, five blows each with the leather strap.” She watched his shoulders sag. Poor dear, no matter what he does I’ll punish him. It hasn’t yet occurred to him that his situation was hopeless. He really thinks that if he tries hard enough he can avoid punishment. It’ll never happen. I’ll make sure he fails; he’ll never live up to my standards. I intended to be an impossible-to-please bitch. But it will be delicious fun to watch him try so hard and fail, to live in fear of my displeasure and punishments.
Her daydreaming was interrupted by his contrite voice, “Mistress, its 6:00 a.m.”
As she arose from the bed she saw him assume his position. So, men can be trained.
“Stand up,” she ordered. He did, keeping his hands behind his neck. Karin felt his crotch and legs, her soft hands feeling the hair and stubble he’d missed. Not a bad job, but clearly an amateur one. He’ll get better with practice. She walked to the dresser to retrieve a tool, returning to him and holding it before his eyes.
“Do you know what this is?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You should. You gave it to me as a Christmas present a few years ago. It’s one of those worthless ideas, a product invented by men for women.” It was a hair removal tool, a wretched device that ripped the hairs from a woman’s body. She felt his legs and found some places he missed. Karin slowly ran the tool down to that spot. In a slow, cruel and sensuous manner, she used it to remove the offending hairs, taking delight in watching him squirm. How nice.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Did you shave close everywhere? I certainly hope so, because I intend to finish the job with this instrument.” He cringed. She felt around his balls and ass hole. “Darling, seems like you missed some places.”
Karin ordered him to bend over and spread his legs. Taking as much time as she could, she finished his hair removal job. She’d expected he’d miss some of those hard-to-get places, where the hair is fine and the flesh is oh-so tender. While she slowly removed the offending hair she scolded him, warning him that if he couldn’t do an adequate job with the razor that she’d personally see to it. By the time she finished there were tears in his eyes.
“Stand up!” She felt around his ass and cock. “I expect these areas to be kept clean and smooth at all times. Start using lotion and moisturizer. Keep your ass nice and soft too, a soft tender ass shows my crop and whip better.” She pinched his ass. “Bring my black slippers.”
He crawled away and quickly returned with her black slippers, the ones with the three inch heels. Karin held out her feet as he slipped them on. The heels added to her commanding presence and made her feel even sexier.
“Lick them clean, and hurry.” He bent quickly to the task, running his tongue over the smooth leather tops and heels. “Enough! Go prepare my shower.” He didn’t crawl away fast enough to escape more blows from her crop.
After he prepared the shower she dismissed him so he could dress for work. He was ordered to return in twenty minutes to towel her dry. When Karin stepped from the shower he was kneeling with warm towels in his outstretched arms.
“You may dry me,” she ordered. He began with her feet and worked his way up. It was a luxurious feeling to be pampered so. Karin felt like a Queen, a Goddess. She leaned against the sink, spreading her legs and exposing her bottom.
“Lick it,” she commanded. “Get that tongue in there and lick my ass like it’s the last thing you’ll ever taste. Make love to my ass, worship it.”
He went about his task with passion, while Karin closed her eyes and reveled in the luxury of a male tongue snaking its way into her crevice. I hope he really enjoys this because I know I do, and I expect to have a lot more of his tongue worship of my lovely bottom. Karin enjoyed his efforts for several glorious minutes before she ordered him to finish drying her off.
When Karin was dry he put the slippers back on her feet and followed to assist her in dressing. She wanted him to see her naked, dressing, and undressing. She wanted him to yearn for her, desire her. Of course he couldn’t have her, at least not on his terms. He could only have what she gave him and she intended to make him suffer, grovel and beg for whatever little she would allow.
As she dressed Karin could see the lust in his eyes. She teased him unmercifully, making him help her on with her panties, a particularly sexy pair. She brushed her sex by his nose so he could smell her fragrance. As he assisted her with her bra she caressed her full breasts. Karin knew he wanted to touch them, to kiss, lick and suck them. Of course he would be denied. As she pulled on her thigh-high stockings and smoothed them over her legs she thought he would cum. She made him crawl back and forth to the closet, fetching pair after pair of shoes, as she searched for just the right pair of heels to wear that day. When she finally selected the perfect pair she made sure he licked them spotlessly clean. After all, a woman can’t go to work with dirty shoes, especially when she has a slave to clean them. Karin made a mental note to have them cleaned after work also. As she put on her makeup she had him model several pairs of earrings. It amused her to clip them on and make him move his head to see how they looked. The whole dressing experience produced the desired effect. He was turned on by her dressing, humiliated at the shoe cleaning and earring modeling, and sexually frustrated. I wouldn’t be surprised if he scurries to the restroom at his office and jacks off. Hmm, maybe I should invest in a chastity belt to prevent that?
Before they left for work she turned him over her knee and gave his bottom a good spanking until it was red. With another quick licking of her shoes to insure they were spotless she ordered him to stand and released him from his slave status for the morning. Even so, the drive to work was quiet. He seemed deep in thought, perhaps too scared to speak or question. Perhaps he was concerned about the coming weekend. Karin knew he had reason to be.
Two Months Later
Friday, a glorious weekend of fun, relaxation, and pampering lay ahead of Karin. Not so for her poor husband and slave, who faced a weekend of servitude, humiliation, pain, and degradation. In only a few short weeks Karin molded her husband into the perfect submissive, personal slave and ‘maid.’
Within minutes Steven stood before her, naked and ready for inspection, save for the wide leather collar around his neck. In his mouth he held a chain leash. His hands were clasped behind his neck, his feet spread apart; just as he had been trained.
Karin picked up the crop and playfully poked and prodded his cock and balls. When his eyes glanced down she quickly slapped his thigh with the crop. “Keep those eyes straight ahead!”
He winced at the blow but dutifully followed her command.
Karin ordered him to turn around and bend over at the waist, exposing his tender ass. She continued tormenting his cock and balls, this time from the rear, poking around his ass hole, and occasionally slapping his ass with the crop. She reached forward and felt his balls and legs. His shaving skills were improving but she noted a few deficiencies. Another session with my tool is in order. Maybe I’ll use it on his underarms.
Karin’
s long nails raked his cock and balls. “What happens to naughty little French maids?”
“They get fucked in the ass, Mistress,” he mumbled with the leash in his mouth.
“And do you deserve a fucking?”
“If it pleases my Mistress.”
My pleasure. Yes, I’ll have my pleasure this weekend. Karin clapped her hands once and he quickly turned and knelt before her, leaning forward to offer the leash in his mouth. His hands were still clasped behind his neck, the result of training, discipline and more than a few beatings. She took the leash and snapped it on his collar.
Karin snapped her fingers and pointed to her feet. She had had not changed out of her work clothes and still wore her black business pumps, which needed cleaning. He immediately put his tongue to work, licking away the dust and dirt which should never be found on the high heels of the superior woman. While he licked her shoes clean she picked up a notebook to read him the offenses he’d committed during the week. For these he would face a weekend of pain, submission, service, and humiliation.
“You failed to properly fold and hang up the towels. You forgot to dust above the refrigerator. You failed to show the proper respect to my friend Sandra. You were five minutes late picking me up on Tuesday.” The list went on, the punishments adding up. He would always fail at something. She was impossible to please, although that didn’t mean he should ever stop trying. As she read she lifted her feet so he could suck the heels clean. Finally satisfied that her shoes were properly serviced, she clapped her hands twice and stood up.
Steven quickly assumed a position on his hands and knees, at her feet.
With a tug on his leash she led him toward the bedroom. As her heels clicked down the hallway he crawled behind, her faithful, obedient pet.
*****
Satin, lace, silk, nylon and spandex, for a woman these can be items of sensuous luxury, bringing much pleasure. Karin used these same items on her slave, to inflict pain, humiliation and degradation. They were very effective tools, when used in the proper manner, for training, disciplining and subjugating males who have not yet learned to worship and serve women. Once in the bedroom she ordered him to stand. It was time to dress him for an evening’s fun.
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