Chapter 10 enjoy

Chapter Ten 01/04/15


With trembling legs he moved to the spanking bench when commanded.  Over he went and was soon secured down; the straps tighter than before.  His stomach was in knots and he had that sickie churning feeling that one gets when they know their in trouble.  Walking round him Mistress A donned a pair of black leather gloves and spoke. "This is going to take about an hour, work with me and things maybe better than you think. Fight me; and let's just say" she paused for theatrical effect "There will be only one winner and it won't be you!".
David tried to say yes Mistress; but only a mumbling incoherent noise came out.  Mistress A laughed and patted his bottom and whispered "Here we go".  To start with David got what he knew to be 'The Warm Up' it was painful but he coped with it, there then followed six light strokes of a cane, stingy but OK, is that it? David asked himself, relieved at how easy the caning was. This was a piece of piss! Basic! he thought.  Then he screamed as a full blooded stroke arrive; followed by another and another, he twisted frantically wrenching on the cuffs that held his wrist.  Three more in quick succession smacked down, biting the skin, burning his soul.  "Stop stop you bitch" David shouted "Please no more" then he started to sob.
"What did you just call me" came the stern question "Are you just plain thick or what?"
Desperate to placate her David sobbed out "I'm sorry, it hurts, it hurts, stop; please stop!"
Mistress A smiled; her eyes gleamed "Why should I you little shit, maybe I'll give you a hundred, maybe two, what do you say to that?"
David pleaded and begged desperate to convince her to show mercy.  Moving to just in front of his head he saw her squat down, then a gloved hand grabbed his hair jerking his head up so that she could look him square in the eyes.  She was beaming, eyes like sparkling diamonds, David could feel tears rolling down his face, snot streaming from his nose.
"Right slave let's get it clear once and for all I am not a bitch I am a Mistress and you are my canvas, you have to take it, now I'm going to give you the stroke I intended to give you before your early morning alarm call, you know the one where you got up very early to have a pee, oh don't worry" She explained seeing the look of horror on his face "Charles said you were just having a pee, personally I doubt that; but if I really thought that; I would have to tell Emilia that the love of her life lied to me, and I think the world of Charles". Moving her face close to his she whispered so quietly that he could hardly hear her "Last warning, no more chances, got it?"  David nodded although there was hardly any movement because his head we being held so tightly. "Please Mistress, yes, I'll be a good boy" popped out of his mouth.
"Now let's try again, I'm going to give you one stroke" seeing his reaction she reassured him "Not like those, easier, softer, honest" she giggled.  "OK when you have had the whack I want to hear 'One Mistress, thank you Mistress' followed by a number 1 to 10.  1 means ouch, 10 means your killing me, got it?".  David assured her he did.  Letting go of his head it slumped down, he was back looking at the floor; waiting; preying.  The air whistled and the blow landed, it made him yell out, however she hadn't lied; it wasn't as bad.  Remembering just in time he hoarsely stammered "One Mistress, thank you Mistress 8"
She moved back to his front and jerked his head back up "No no boy that was at best a 6, let's give you an 8 so you can feel the difference" With that she returned to her starting position and despite David's protestations landed another blow, David screamed again.
For the next forty odd minutes She hit; he hurt and she laughed loudly.  At the end David could not speak he was exhausted, so tired beyond words.  The caning ended and the blanket engulfed him in darkness, straps were undone, he lay there limbs just hanging.  Giving him a good twenty minutes Mistress A drifted round the dungeon checking equipment, soaking the cane she had just used so as to disinfect it and getting kit ready for her four pm client.  Every few minutes she checked on David rubbing his back gently, reassuring him he was not alone.  Finally "Up you get" was the gentle order given, it was softly spoken, the time for harshness had past.  Rising slowly David shivered aware of the burning soreness in his buttocks and the aching of many underused muscles that had recently strained pointlessly in a vain effort to help him escape.
Looking at him carefully checking the initial reactions she was contented, the resentment that she had be aware rising had gone, submission had taken its place, temporally for now, but it was there!  She could always sense the 'Good Ones'. David stood there patiently waiting to be directed.  Taking him into the wet room she stripped and showered them both, he became a little boy reliant on his mother.  She dried herself and him before wrapping a huge towel round herself and pulled him into her holding the ends round his back.  He nuzzled into her, aware of the warmth and comforting smell that a Woman produces.  He was so tired but relaxed, chilled, safe!  This thought briefly disturbed him; causing a momentary frown before he drifted away into a sea of warm tingling shimmering light.  Without knowing he wrapped his arms around her and floated in the rays of peace and calm without a care in the world.  Coaxing him with soft words and hands she guided him to her throne where she sat; before pulling him onto her lap and rocked him.  Warm tears drifted down his face, tears of not pain or joy but relief.  He touched her face like an infant seeking reassurance, love, safety. She kissed the hands and rubbed her face against his.
For over an hour they embraced before she had to speak "David, David sorry my legs are going to sleep, you'll have to get up boy". With great reluctance David did, unwilling to come back from the light, he could have drifted in its ambiance for ever.  His eyes were soft but so so shiny and she couldn't help but smile when she saw them, she knew where he had been, but the again that was exactly what she intended!

As time past David returned more and more to his old self, by two that afternoon he could function again, he was hand fed, watered and then handed a track suite, white tee shirt, socks and trainers. "Let's have a walk in the park" Mistress A suggested, they both dressed and he followed her.  Going down to ground level David emerged into the car park that he had for a few seconds seen when he first arrive.  The nippy car was still there; a mains charging cable plugged in. David could see three other cars, a BMW Estate, a Range Rover and a bright red two seater Mercedes sports car.  Across the concrete floor they walked until he was led through a side door on to a busy bustling street.  Noise flooded into his ears, smells bombarded his nose and bright sunlight made him screw up his eyes.  He reached for her; for support.  Having slipped on a pair of Raybanes Mistress had no problems, but grabbed his hand and pulled him along.  It took a saunter of five minutes to reach the park.  It was a vast green space intruding into the built up hell of a city.  Children ran and played enjoying the school break and the chance to be children not exam machines.  Parents talked and ate.  Dogs on leads wagged and sniffed the air and each other if chance allowed.  Still hand in hand they walked; silent at peace with each other.  Sitting on a green bench Mistress gestured for David to kneel beside her.  This he did, strangers walked past, some noticed, other didn't, no one commented.  Looking down she asked "Do you fancy an ice cream?"
Gazing back he felt so grateful to be asked he said with real feeling "Oh please, yes Mistress". Telling him to stay she walked over to the ice cream van and returned with a tub of Chocolate, telling David she didn't do vanilla!
Spooning a mouthful into her mouth she made a little noise of pleasure before feeding him.    David sucked the spoon his eyes fixed on her, hers on his, the rest of the world did not exist.  They spoke quietly to each other like lovers with no secrets.  Mistress telling him that there would be no more caning for a couple of days to give his bot a chance to recover, instead they would work on etiquette, positions and getting their story straight for their trips out. David was more than a little relieved to hear the cane was to go away for at least a bit, he was curious to know about what had happen to him in the shower. "Delayed subspace" came the confident reply. He was instructed about subspace; on how a sub could slip away from the pain into a special realm called subspace, once there a sub could take hours or a few minutes to bathe in the light.  "Be careful" She warned "It can become very addictive, but not aways achievable, plus " she added "There can be some pretty nasty side effects afterwards, feeling flat or worthless"
David said he felt great, just a little wooly.  Smiling at this his keeper patted his head and said "Time to go, I've got some Babies coming for high tea"
They strolled back, David noticing the change in her, Mistress was becoming Mistress again.  He couldn't help but clock the code she punched in to the ACT 5 Door Entry keypad to get into the car park, Yes he was told on asking she did own It all, Car park and both flats. "My own little empire thanks to my hubby" came the slightly smug reply.  Once in the flat he was ordered to clean, change sheets, wash them and have the evening meal ready for eight.  He curtsied as she left dressed in a nannies uniform.

The days started to flow into each other, to some extent a pattern was emerging.  David up at eight, loo, shower, kitchen then serve breakfast at ten.  Clean and tidy, get whacked and hand fed.  The canings resumed, not every day, most stokes were at level six, Mistress had been proved right, very painful but manageable.  David was a little worried that he now liked the warm up, in fact enjoyed it.  Not the cane though, but he was a little worried would he start to like it? What then?  Sometimes he was in the cage in the dungeon, other times in the flat.  He even once got to join in kissing and worshiping Mistresses feet and legs while the client was tied to the cross and could only look on powerless to join David. Sometimes the clients were blindfolded, then David had to stuff his hand in his mouth to stop the laughter as Mistress visually mocked them or yawned if they bored her.  Sometimes when caning she would wave fingers at David, meaning how hard this next stroke.  David realised that he should hold up 1 through 10 digits to let her know how strong the next stroke should be.  He soon realised that she always wanted a ten, also he learned that she loved being egged on.  Boy did some of her clients squeal!

All was in a certain way going well until one day David heard the lounge door being open, walking out of the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks to see a woman; or was it a man? standing in the lounge.

I'm back

hi everyone, sorry, I've been very ill in hospital, but finally, hopefully on the mend.
So here comes the next chapter
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