Mistress Keera Pt. 06

For context please read Mistress Keera Parts 1 to 5.

Incredibly I must have slept. The next thing I knew I heard Mistress Keera moving around looking in each room.

Calling “bitchboy, bitchboy,” as she went from room to room.

She finally came into my room.

“What the fuck happened here…” her voice trailed off as she saw the state that `I was in.

“How…why…what?” She quickly pulled the tape off and removed the panties from my mouth. She uncuffed me saying “Oh poor little TinyTim, wait there…”

She left and I could hear her run a bath. About ten minutes later she came back and helped me up. Leading me gently to the bathroom she paused to unlock my shoes and then my chastity device. She put me gently into the bath and sat down on the edge.

“Tell me all about it poor little bitchboy…”

I recounted how hard I had worked on the tasks she had given me until Mr. Currant and horrible Stuart arrived. I told her how Mr Currant had manhandled me and how eventually while he was away that Stuart had taken advantage of me.

“How do you mean taken advantage exactly…?”

I said it was too painful to recount. Mistress said that I needed to tell her.

“In this submissive life that you have chosen to live you will always get people trying to take advantage of you. Remember, your loyalties lie only with me. I determine your daily plan, your actions and interactions. It is only your talking about things that you can learn your rightful place in life.”

I told her then, told her how scared I was when Stuart touched me. I told her how panicked I was and that I ran. I told her how he caught me and dragged me back to my bedroom. I told her how, finding the cuffs, he secured me. I told her that after this happened my feelings began to change. That I got more comfortable and secure in my cuffs. That I started to put my fears and feelings aside and began to accept my place. I told her of the feelings that I got as he twisted my nipple. I told her that when I saw, I struggled to day the word “erection” that I felt my power grow. I told her that I felt the need to pleasure him, to make him want me. I told her that after I pleased him orally that I wished that he would have carried on. I told her that I wished that he would have fucked me.

“So it was a day for çankırı escort things not to be completed then…”

I started and tried to raise myself out of the bath. Mistress pushed me back down.

“Just my little joke, here, let me look after you.”

She bathed and pampered me washing my hair gently with a strong smelling shampoo. Getting me to stand she rinsed me off gently before squealing she turned the water to icy cold as we laughed together. She gently dried me off and led me to her bedroom. She sat me on the bed fastened me into a pink chastity cage, dressing me all in pink to match and a pair of red high heels padlocked on of course. She told me she was going to take a little nap in my bed so as I could finish off my chores, suggesting I start with the garden and then windows, arranging her shoes in the new racks. She further said something simple for dinner would suffice.

As I got the lawnmower out of the garage I saw that the work on the chains hoists and manacles was now complete. Another area of torture for me I assumed. The garden wasn’t in bad shape as I had a man come in regularly. I mowed the grass and piled any dead branches and clippings in the trash barrel for burning later. I decided to leave the windows as it was falling dark but as I hurried toward the house I caught sight of my reflection. My hair was bright pink. So even when I was baring my soul to her Mistress was exerting her dominance over me.

I sorted the shoes and prepared dinner and finally at around ten pm I knocked on the door and awoke my Mistress. She bade me enter and She said to sit on the bed. I had to tell her the story of my defilement as she made me position myself and act out again what happened. She said that she would get the situation resolved later in the week and ensure my satisfaction.

She said that we had to make up for lost time and that we had unfinished business after dinner. First on the agenda would be my punishment for the demerit board. She had me fetch the oversize dice. Now it began to make sense. I was told that the number of strokes would be equal to the number shown on seven of the dice. I knew better than to protest.

I threw the first die.

A 1.

Then.

Another 1.

Then disaster.

A 6.

Then

A çapa escort 3.

Then

A 5.

Then

Another 3.

Finally

A 4.

Total 23.

23 strokes it was then.

She told me to dress for dinner. A simple see through top for me combined with full cut black panties and matching black shoes with four inch heels. Locked on of course. She changed my chastity device for one of the new Holy Trainer models in red. She suggested that I could now dispose of the old CB models that she had brought when she moved in. My Mistress dressed in a tight black leather skirt, matching boots and a simple black T-shirt.

I served dinner, two chicken pieces for her one for me, with some simple salad. When she saw my plate she took half of my piece of chicken saying that she needed to keep her strength up. I tried to drag dinner out as long as I could but finally she bade me clear up and went upstairs.

When she came back down she was carried one of the long snooker cases. I was told to take off my top and stand in the middle of the living room. She had set up a laptop and I saw the webcam light blinking. She took off her top baring her magnificent breasts and laid it down next to a towel. I was instructed to take my punishment which was to be administered to my arse, my back and the rear of my thighs. I was not to cry, scream or snivel, if I did then the stroke would be repeated.After each stroke I was to say “One thank you Mistress Keera etc.”

“Is that clear?” She asked.

I assured her it was in a trembling voice.

I heard a swishing noise from behind me but nothing could prepare me for the moment that the cane exploded across my arse, a huge crack then a blinding stinging sensation. For the second time that day I ran. Clopping on my four inch heels I made it to the door frantically jerking the handle before realising that the door was locked.

“Regroup bitchboy, that one obviously won’t count. Now I could tie you up or use the new arrangement in the garage but what would be the fun in that so early in the game. So get your big arse to the centre of the room, put your hands on your head and prepare yourself.”

I did as directed, again nothing prepared me for the swish, the crack, and the explosion of pain across çarşamba escort my buttocks. I was able to maintain my position however.

“At last progress bitchboy, now all you need to remember is to count and thank me. Ready?”

Without waiting for an answer she laid on the cane again.

“ONE, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Whap, the pain exploded again.

“TWO, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Whap.

“THREE,THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Whap.

“FOUR, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Whap. What was happening to me, as the cane was laid on my feelings began to change.

“OOH FIVE, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Whap,

“OOH SIX. THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

She laughed when she heard my little “oohs.”

“Are you getting into it my little bitchboi?”

I confessed that the dynamic had changed. That the pain was beginning slowly to turn to pleasure. I felt that given time, that I might even begin to enjoy it.

She told me that we had a long way to go, but we would get there and that soon, much sooner than I expected, I would come to look forward to punishment, that I would actively enjoy it, and even, that I would ask for more.

And so it continued, through pain mixed with pleasure, then pleasure mixed with pain as the pain diminished and the pleasure increased until we arrived at eighteen.

“I am going to whip you for the last five strokes so prepare yourself.”

Nothing could prepare me for what happened next as my thighs were lashed by her cruel whip.

“NINTEEN, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Swish, crack.

“TWENTY, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Swish, crack.

“TWENTY ONE, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Swish crack.

“TWENTY TWO, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

Swish, crack.

“TWENTY THREE, THANK YOU MISTRESS KEERA.”

I fell to my knees sobs racking my entire body, but with a sense of fulfilment . I had proven myself to my Mistress once more. I had learned how to handle pain, to take pleasure in it and to conquer my fears. Mistress Keera came and stood over me. Used totally, but complete, I kissed her feet. My little excitement betrayed my true feelings as it pulsed and dribbled my pent up weak emissions to mix with my drool which was mixed liberally with my Mistress’s delicious orgasmic secretions. And finally my bladder let go, simultaneously with hers and I lay there in a huge puddle of our mixed outpourings, and as our spendings mixed together on the floor, I lay there content and repleted.

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