Chapter 8

Chapter 8 20/05/15

By the time they had reached the dungeon David was shaking with fear, was he about to be beaten up again?  Mistress A sat on the throne and motioned him to her feet, she could see how afraid he was.  This however wasn't what she wanted so she treated him like a Newbie i.e. someone who had never tried BDSM.  "Relax baby this isn't going to hurt today, this is just a taster". Leaning forward she ruffled his hair and continued. "I take it you've never done any playing before". David nervously confirmed this.
"Right were going to teach you foot worship followed by a light spanking warm up and then a bit of CBT to finish. If your good I might let you cum at the end, fancy that?"
David didn't know what CBT was, but he was game for anything if it meant he could have a wank so he said with lots of enthusiasm "Oh yes please Mistress"
For the next ten minutes he found himself kissing her feet, softly and delicately, sucking on her toes and licking her soles clean.  Strangely enough he found he enjoyed it.  After that he was told to get over the spanking bench.  "I'm not going to tie you down today, this should be so light that even you can take it for me" she laughed.  "You will take it for me?" She asked while rubbing her breasts on his back.
David's mind was whirling, that felt so good, he stammered a yes Mistress.
Mistress A started to spank his bottom, not the harsh spanks that Wendy and Cathy had given him.  These were lighter, softer almost gentle.  Placing a hand on his back to reassure him she increased the strength of the blows, still by comparison they were bearable, stingy but manageable. "Last ten" she said before delivering ten squeal like a pig smacks.  David did squeal and wriggled, but the hand on his back kept him there.
"Good boy" she said in a pleased tone, "Very proud of you"
David felt pride and strangely joy, the stinging was already fading.  He was commanded to climb onto the top of the spanking bench and lay length ways face up.  The bench clearly doubled as a bondage table.  Quickly she secured him down before unlocking his chastity device.  He became instantly erect.  Mistress A walked away; returning in seconds with a small round chrome dog bowl and spoon.  She put the bowl between his legs, leaned into his face smiling her big broad smile and said "Well done, reward time". Her hand brushed his member before gripping it and rubbing it.  A spray lube was applied making the head very sensitive, he moaned as her touch.  Those fantastic breasts were inches from his face.  The hand moved faster and faster now just on the head.  "Beg to come" she commanded, he did, pleading and pleading until finally she said "Yes now boy" as she picked up the bowl with her other hand.  His body arched and he orgasmed more strongly and more intensely than he had ever done before.  As he came she deftly caught his offering in the bowl.  Then she kept on rubbing, ecstasy turned to over sensitive agony, he screamed, bucking frantically trying to escape, his mind being ripped apart by the sensation, it was like nothing David had every experienced.  For over a minute she continued while laughing at his state of distress.  Suddenly stopping she said "Should be cold enough by now". Picking up the spoon she shovelled up a spoonful of cum and said sternly "I have a golden rule what comes out goes back in!  Open wide, any refusal will result in punched balls, got in?"
David still trembling and quivering could only open his mouth, the spoon was thrust in.  The taste of cold cum was disgusting, slimy.  The humiliation was all consuming.  Twice more the spoon was presented, the last time he could hear her scraping the bowl and then the last bit stuck to the head of his cock joined the final spoonful. He was commanded to stick his tongue out so the last load could be positioned on it.  He was then instructed to swill it round his mouth, open his mouth to show her, before being allowed to swallow it.  Finally he had to suck the spoon clean. Using a wet wipe to clean his cock and balls she kept smiling at him, her eyes gleamed.  Then struggling to get the chastity device back on she tapped his balls with the palm of a hand.  His legs jerked in pain and he cried out.  One blow was enough and the device was on and locked.  She released him and after he had washed the bowl and spoon up in the Kitchenette his crawled to the throne and thank her for bring so kind by worshiping her feet again.
As he did do he found himself sobbing in relief and abject humiliation.  Mistress A smiled happy in her power and then slipped a hand between her thighs while he kissed her feet.

He was exhausted and was grateful when told to stop.  Slumping down where he knelt he was unaware that he had curled up; his eyes closed.  Looking down at him she gave a rye smile, that this had happened did not altogether surprise her.  Mistress A had a reputation for not only bring a supreme Domme; but also for providing wonderful after care.  Something she found many Ladies were unable or unwilling to give.  In her mind being a Pro-Domme and after care were one in the same.  Moving quietly to an inbuilt cupboard she pulled out a blanket and then carefully cover him up.  As she was naked she knew it wasn't cold, she also knew that he would be.  Regaining her throne she sat and waited, inspecting a fingernail then another; happy to wait until he was ready. Stirring like a small child awakening from a deep sleep he looked at her, his eyes shining and dreamy.  She looked back into his gaze and smiled before saying very softly "Hello boy, welcome back". They moved downstairs David still wrapped in the grey blanket.  His brains were scrambled, he was unable to think clearly.  "It's the endorphins boy" he was told.
Later that evening, after they had both eaten he learnt how to clean the PVC suite which he was allowed to go and put away unsupervised.  An hours TV was permitted before he was sent to bed.


Day followed night, again David had slept deeply, after the morning chores, Mistresses breakfast, clean kitchen etc he was instructed at about eleven to follow into the dungeon.
"In the cage now!" Came a clear command.
David turned white but before he managed to stammer anything he saw her opening the door to the large cage.  With relief He stepped in, ducking so as not to bang his head, once in he had to squat, sit or kneel, which of course was the idea.  The floor was solid and he was allowed to sit on the floor until the punter arrived.  David watched Mistress get ready, she was dressed as a School Governess, mortar board and gown completed the picture.  Going to the walk-in cupboard and pulling out a school desk and small child's chair she looked over saying "I should have got you to do the for me, oh well next time.  Soon you will set the dungeon up for each customer and clean up afterwards". She continued seriously "David this is my job, do not fuck this up or you will be in the small cage, capiche?
David looked into the eyes that were now glaring at him aware that she fully meant it.  He assured her he would comply.  A few minutes later the door entry phone buzzed, shortly after that a man with short white hair and dressed in a bankers suite was let in.  David had got onto his knees at a click of Mistresses fingers.  Although looking downwards as instructed David also glanced furtively upwards.  The man gave Mistress A a white envelope and then kissed her proffered hand.  Not a word was spoken.  He went into the wet room carrying a brown holder, emerging a five minutes later dressed in a school boys uniform, white shirt, tie, blazer, grey shorts and knee high socks and black lace up shoes.  A cap was carried in his left hand.  The Governess pointed to the chair and he sat looking ridiculous as he was far too big for the small seat.  Picking up a meaty cane the Governess tapped it against her other hand while speaking. "Well Wigglesworth here we are again, you in trouble, breaking the Headmistresses window and then caught spying on the girls in gym". Whacking the cane on the desk which made an awful sound she yelled in his ear "Let's see if sixty will correct your behaviour!  Bend over the desk and drop them" Pointing at his shorts.  He moved quickly, leaving the cap on the seat of the chair, he went to her side of the desk and lowered his shorts and white starched old fashion underwear.  Bending over the desk and grasping the two of the legs of the desk he whispered "I'm sorry Ma'am" and lowered his head.
"Right Wigglesworth" the Governess barked "I want to hear one Ma'am thank you Ma'am, two Ma'am etc. oh if you loose count we start again, clear boy" came the cold words.
Wigglesworth assured her he did understand.
For the next two hours David watched in amazement as Mistress thrashed this mans ass red raw, try as hard as the man could; he eventually kept getting the count wrong and they started again.  David realised that Mistress made him loose count on purpose by suddenly carrying out five or six fast wacks and then telling him he'd got it wrong and how tired she was of his stupidity.  The beating wasn't continuos.  After each set of ten she would walk round him lecturing him on how to behave and what a little disgusting boy he was.  Occasionally Mistress looked over to David and smiled seeing the look of amazement on his face, once she even winked.  David couldn't help but smile back and she beamed. Blood was now running slowly down the naughty boys bottom, he was sobbing and yelling out in pain after each stroke.  David noticed he really wriggled.  Suddenly Mistress unleashed a torrent of strokes and the schoolboy collapsed onto the floor screaming and holding his buttocks.  Coldly he was told to get up and get dressed.  There then followed one final lecture before he again kissed the offered hand.  Picking up his cap he put it on; adjusted it and marched into the wet room.  Shortly afterwards David could here the shower going and a steam cloud flowed out of the open door.  Mistress sat on her throne breathing quiet fast.  When the old man appeared she went over to him and kissed him on the cheek saying "Your my good boy"
He smiled and looked so grateful before asking "Same time next month please Ma'am?"
"Yes boy that will be acceptable, now run along and play nicely" came her reply before opening the door and letting him out.  On closing the door she walked over to David and said in a grand way "Ta dar!, that was fun, easy way to make six hundred pounds don't you think".  David was speechless, six hundred quid! He thought before asking "Does he come every month? Oh and you were fabulous" he added quickly.
"Thank you, he does" she replied "Now get out its not locked and make me a cuppa, OK?"  David acknowledged the order and went to the Kitchenette.  On his return he curtsied and as he handed her the Bone china Royal Albert English Rose cup and saucer he was informed that she had time to do him in a moment and to get over the spanking bench once he had put the desk and chair away in the cupboard that David found on opening was much larger than it at first appeared.

Bent over waiting he felt so nervous and vulnerable.  Being naked didn't help.  This time he was secured, wrist and leg cuffs fitted and clipped to the bench, straps thrown over and then also secured.  A hand spanking started the onslaught, the blows getting harder and harder than yesterday. The tempo increasing.  He began to wriggle and make small cries each time he was hit.  A leather paddle was then used, harder than the hand, his cries became louder and more frequent.  Finally a flogger was used, this was heavier on impact but strangely hurt less.  From start to finish was no more than twenty minutes. Abruptly Mistress stopped and spoke quietly in to his right ear. "That's called a warm up, I will always do that to you when ever we play unless you've been a bad boy, in that case no warm up just punishment, got it". David promised he had.
"Good" came the reply "Tomorrow's the cane, now get downstairs and do your chores, evening meal at seven thirty, oh and change the sheets of my bed I've got a guest and her boy coming tonight and yes she will be eating too!"
Once untied David made his way down stairs having a sneaker rub of his glowing bum on the way down.  His mind racing, how could he take a caning like the one he had just seen, who was coming for Dinner and what was he going to serve!.