SATURDAY
The rude shock of a cold wet towel assaulted his face as he realized
that it must be morning. Shuddering, he tried to rise only to be
reminded that the shackles were still in place. As the Countess
removed the towel, he saw once again the beauty of Her sweet smile
as She gazed down upon him. She bent down to give him a gentle kiss
on the face and whispered that there would be much to do today.
Still just a little groggy, he offered no resistance as She attached
a tight strap around his scrotum and affixed a short leash. Then,
when She unfastened the shackles and allowed him to move his arms,
he had an opportunity to savor the profound soreness that cries out
from deep within muscles that have been pulled taut all night. After
a brief grimace, his eyes caught Hers for a moment, and he saw that
She understood his pain. But, although definitely sympathetic, She
did not coddle him.
Instead, She tugged on the leash attached earlier to a place that
would surely get his attention, pulled him up on his feet, and led
him to bathroom, where she treated him to the exhilarating thrill of
a very cold shower to start the day. Using the leash to maintain Her
leverage over him, She made sure that he received the full benefit
of the chilly ablutions, pressing his face into the shower and
turning him around so that no part of his body was ignored. But,
although this ordeal was cruel, She ended it in a loving manner as
She held his shivering body close to Hers and dried him with a warm
fluffy bath towel. Then, She led him into the next room, pushed him
to the floor, and instructed him to start doing push-ups. She smiled
when his arm muscles began to twitch as he approached the limits of
his strength. Yet, despite the entertainment value of this
discipline, She also knew that exercise was a good way to fight off
the chill from that shower. Finally, She tossed him a bathrobe, and
instructed him to sit down and rest for a moment.
There was some activity in the kitchen, and within a few minutes he
began to smell the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She
noticed his interest and began to taunt him by declaring that he
would have to beg for any refreshments, which he promptly did. She
coyly asked him if he was thirsty this morning, and if so, how
thirsty. "Thirsty enough to drink anything?" She teased. Then She
offered him a generous serving of something other than coffee.
"You'll find that this is still warm. I filled the glass just a few
minutes ago." She explained. "It's 'nectar of the Goddess' – a
special treat just for you – drink it all up and then we'll talk
about coffee." He imbibed the contents of the glass with vigor,
embracing this most recent form of subjugation. The Countess smiled
with deep satisfaction and then rewarded his enthusiastic surrender
with that greatly desired cup of coffee. Then, as a further sign of
Her approval, She served him a fresh croissant with thick apricot
preserves.
After their light breakfast, She gave him a few moments to freshen
up and then instructed him to dress for their morning jog. She asked
him if he had any notions of trying to escape from Her clutches when
they went outside. But before he could answer, She instructed him to
pull down his pants and She attached a heavy padlock around the base
of his scrotum. "This is just some insurance to make sure that you
don't try to run away." She clarified. "If you did escape from Me,
can you imagine trying to explain this to a locksmith! Besides the
heavy lock bouncing on your balls will make for some interesting
sensations as we run this morning. But don't be sad, My pet, just be
grateful I didn't put some pebbles in your shoes as well."
A short walk down the street served as their warm-up period. When
they arrived at the park She was most insistent about proper
stretching before beginning their run. Of course, this activity gave
Her one more opportunity for cruel delight as She helped to press
and pull his legs just a little bit more than he could have done by
himself. They began to jog slowly at first until they reached the
cinder road that ran around the perimeter of the old reservoir. She
quickened the pace, and instructed him that there would be serious
consequences if he failed to keep up with Her. He soon learned that
Her body was as strong as it was beautiful, and the muscle tone,
which he so admired, was simply the reflection of a well-disciplined
athletic body.
Keeping up with a serious runner was a formidable task for anyone,
and he was no longer in the same shape that he used to be. And if
the running weren't challenging enough, there was also that matter
of the heavy padlock that pounded his poor testicles with each step.
Halfway into the second lap around the reservoir his fatigue began
to show, his leg muscles ached and his breathing became more
labored, but he was determined not to disappoint his beloved
Countess. He made that extra effort to match Her tireless pace and,
recognizing that this was not an easy task for him, She smiled
contentedly at his devotion to Her. Then, inspired to tease and
torment once again, She suggested that they run at full speed and
maximum effort for the last 100 yards.
It was blessed relief to stop running and collapse along the side of
the road. He was cramping and gasping for air, but Her breathing
showed hardly any sign of effort. "Four miles is not bad for a
start." She observed as She lifted him back up to his feet. "Now
let's walk a bit to cool down." As they strolled along the reservoir
path, he began to appreciate the beauty of both the park and the
wonderful Person who accompanied him through every step of his
ordeal. She suggested that it might be fun to train him for next
year's marathon, much as one might train a thoroughbred horse, and
that they might go running at the beach this summer. She explained
that running on the soft sand builds endurance, and that he would
have to run barefoot to enjoy the full benefit of the blistering
sand.
Soon they approached a water fountain. She taunted him about the
need to ask permission before drinking, and inquired whether he
might prefer another serving of Her special nectar. But She knew
that even horses must be watered properly, so She had no problem in
watching his relief as he drank heartily of the refreshing cold
water. She even encouraged him to take another drink, insofar as his
behavior had indeed earned at least a small reward. "Let's do one
more lap, but at a slow trot this time." She instructed, adding
another caveat as She jumped up onto his back so that he could carry
Her on his shoulders along the path and then back to the apartment.
Locking the door behind them once again, She collapsed onto the
couch and commanded him to remove Her running shoes and to begin
massaging Her feet. He began by rubbing Her heels, then kneading the
balls of Her feet and exerting gentle pressure on each of Her toes,
only to return back to Her heels once again, repeating the ritual
several times on each foot. Next, She instructed him to remove Her
warm, moist gym socks and pay homage to Her sweaty feet. He slowly
licked Her moist soles, tasting the salty perspiration and
refreshing Her tired feet. He carefully nibbled on each toe, one at
a time, and then gingerly inserted his tongue into the spaces
between the toes. While his eager mouth paid homage to Her dainty
peds, his strong hands continued their rhythmic massage of soles,
heels, and ankles, and then gradually moved up to Her shapely calves
to work away the tension of the morning's run. She seemed so very
relaxed by this ministration and he longed so much to extend the
massage further up Her long legs, but instinctively he realized that
such an advance must await Her invitation, and so he confined his
attentions to Her feet and calves. She leaned back against the
couch, closed Her eyes, and soon began squeezing Her thighs together
in obvious arousal. Then, as Her passion approached its crescendo,
there was an increased urgency to Her actions. Eager to quench the
flames of Her arousal, She quickly placed Her hand inside Her wet
shorts to deliver Herself to the pinnacle of autoerotic delight and
soon convulsed in profound satisfaction.
Catching Her breath and regaining Her composure, the Countess
instructed him to strip once again. She removed the padlock, cuffed
his hands behind his back and led him to the bed, where he was
instructed to kneel down as She attached his feet to the same kind
of wooden stocks that our Puritan forebears must have used. She
began the art of bastinado using Her riding crop, and then proceeded
to ruler, leather strap, and finally an assortment of birch dowels
from the local hardware store. The relentless beating was maddening,
especially since his feet were already sore from the running. But
the real torture was the contrast between the devoted pleasures that
Her feet had received as compared to the torment to which his were
now being subjected.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the Countess stopped beating his
soles and heels and unlocked the stocks, until She threatened the
further torment of making him run again. Instead, She simply helped
him to his feet, removed the handcuffs, and led him over to a
straight-backed chair in front of a computer. Producing a pair of
steel shackles on a long chain, She attached his ankles to the
computer table – literally chaining him to the workstation – and
instructed him about what clerical chores needed to be accomplished
this morning. He would spend the next few hours cataloging Her
business e-mails, updating mailing lists, collating files, entering
data, and performing proofreading and editing tasks for Her latest
literary efforts. Meanwhile, She retired into the other room to make
some phone calls and do some of the exercises that helped maintain
Her impressive muscle tone. Occasionally, She would return to the
workstation to monitor his progress and to distract him momentarily
with a deliberately enticing touch or two.
It was well past noon when She interrupted his work for one last
time, instructing him to log off while She served him a large glass
of low calorie, high nutrient liquid for lunch. It seemed that his
discipline this weekend would also involve some attempts to help him
lose that extra weight as well. "You really seem to have some
potential." She observed. "One day I'd love for you to meet some of
My friends. Just imagine what it would be like to serve all of us
lunch some afternoon. Then, as we eat and chat, you could sit under
the table and leer at our legs and our high-heeled shoes.
Eventually, you might even be allowed to render the homage of foot
worship each of us. But you're not ready just yet, I'll have to
teach you some more techniques and improve your skills first."
"I think you'd really enjoy my friends." She continued. "One of them
is a nurse. I'm sure she'd be very happy to help prepare you when
I'm ready to teach you about anal play. She's very good at giving
enemas to naughty little boys – warm ones, cold ones, soapy ones,
slow ones that have to be retained for a long time, punishment ones,
even pleasurable ones. She really loves her work. She's also
talented at piercing and suturing, especially in those delicate
places, if you know what I mean. Then, there's my other friend, the
one who doesn't shave. Imagine how it would feel to pay homage to
the silky wisps of hair under her arms, knowing that your own
armpits are clean-shaven. I'll bet she'd like that. By the way,
she's also into 'milking' torture. And, of course, they'd all enjoy
touching and groping you. Perhaps they'd all gang up to overpower
and tickle you until to beg for mercy – a mercy that would surely be
denied for a very long time."
The Countess undid the leg shackles, took him over to a large
straight back chair with arms, and securely tied him down with soft
silk scarves. Blindfolding him, She began to tease his testicles
until his arousal became obvious. Then She began rubbing his rigid
staff with another soft scarf, while reminding him about Her friends
and what they might do to him if they were here. But before his
organs could finish the task that they so longed to complete, She
stopped, leaving him in silence to contemplate his unfulfilled
needs. A few minutes passed, then a gentle voice whispered in his
ear about how those friends liked smooth skin, while She rubbed Her
hand against his shaved chest. Some more stroking and teasing, then
an abrupt stop and silence, followed again by alternating cycles of
arousal and frustration, repeating for what felt like hours of
endless torment. Finally, She told him that it was time to calm
down. He would sit there, still tied to the chair, resting and
trying to compose himself, while She went into the next room and
entertained Herself at the piano. It was very important for him to
rest now, She explained, because the next lesson was going to be a
very demanding one, indeed.
She shackled him to the bed once again, tightening the restraints so
that his legs were stretched and he could not bend his knees. Next,
She tied the center of a very long cord around his scrotum, then
tied the two lose ends of the cord around each of his big toes. When
he asked how She knew that he liked big toe bondage, She simply
responded that almost everybody does. But he soon learned how
diabolic Her plan was. She had tied the cord to his toes with his
feet flexed, pointing towards his head, so that if he relaxed either
foot the cord would pull his balls. To illustrate how this worked,
She began to tickle a foot to watch the reaction when he curled his
toes in response. This amused her so much that She repeated it
numerous times, using first Her fingers then a Wartenburg wheel to
obtain an even more urgent reaction. Then She proceeded to give his
vulnerable balls a lengthy workout.
The Countess next turned her attention to his engorged shaft and
treated it to an electrifying experience. She attached two
conductive pads to the tip of his penis, one on the glans, the other
on the sensitive underside, and connected their wire leads to a TENS
unit. She switched on the current, and very slowly began to turn up
the power. At first he felt a gentle tingle, then a mild tickling, a
slight pinch, a more annoying pinch, and finally a very unpleasant
stinging sensation. His wiggling and yelping made his discomfort
quite clear. She reduced the setting to make the ordeal a little
more bearable for a while, only to turn it back up again and watch
his renewed squirming. She performed this procedure repeatedly,
increasing the intensity just a little bit more each time, until his
violent thrashing prompted Her to show some mercy and reduce the
current. Eventually, She helped him reach the summit of maddening
sensation and endure full power for a second or two. Switching the
unit off for a moment to make some adjustments, She next taught him
that pulsating jolts are even more compelling than a steady buzz of
electricity. She discovered that in the 'pulse' mode a comparable
level of agony can be obtained with a lower current setting. She
continued to push his limits, enjoying every moment of his agony.
She even threatened to walk out of the room leaving the device to
provide ceaseless torture in Her absence. When he begged Her to
stay, She responded with a wicked smile and promptly produced some
screams by delivering several short jolts at full power. He began to
catch his breath when he thought the power was off, only to receive
several more nasty surprises for good measure.
Eventually, the Countess tired of this game and released his
tethers. She blindfolded him and allowed him to rest for a spell,
while She enjoyed another chapter of the latest novel to capture Her
interest. The doorbell disturbed the quiet of the room when Her
supper was delivered from a nearby restaurant. No mention was made
of any nourishment for him, as She removed the blindfold and
instructed him to lay on the floor, arms close to his side, with a
small pillow placed under his head. She began to wipe his body with
a wet cloth, and soon he smelled the pungent odor and felt a chill
on his skin as the alcohol evaporated in the cool room. A brief
interlude of silence as She left the room for a moment to fetch the
package that was just delivered, followed by the sound of Her soft
breathing when She returned and the ruffle of a paper bag opening.
She placed a pair of chopsticks over his chest and began to arrange
the pieces of sushi and sashimi on his stomach, instructing him to
remain very still. He realized that he was to be Her dinner table
this evening. His mouth watered as She enjoyed the taste of each
exotic morsel but he was expected to fast while She dined. When he
failed to remain absolutely still, She poked his side with the sharp
chopstick and reminded him how fortunate he was that She had not
placed the cup of scalding hot tea on his carcass as well.
Eventually, She took pity on him and fed him a piece of raw fish,
which he savored with enthusiasm, and then allowed him to finish the
leftovers. Then, giving him permission to sit up, She served him a
cup of hot tea and sat with him to enjoy together the fading
twilight.
The Countess became very somber now, and asked if he was ready for
some serious discipline. Wondering what was meant by the word
'serious' he hesitated a moment, but once again gave his
enthusiastic assent. "I certainly hope you are ready," She
continued, "because I'm going to give you 'the mother of all
whippings,' and once you're tied down this time, there will be no
mercy and no turning back." For the first time this weekend he was
really frightened, not so much by Her words but Her tone. Just how
rough could She get? Could he really take a serious beating? Did he
actually have the courage to turn his most persistent fantasy into
reality? He had one last fleeting moment to change his mind but,
like a moth drawn to the flame, he was compelled to surrender to Her
power.
Bowing his head submissively, he extended his arms to accept the
shackles one more time. She placed two pillows under his stomach to
raise the target a bit, then secured him to the bed. The pull of the
tethers was exceptionally tight this time, stretching his arms and
legs and immobilizing his body. "I don't want you thrashing about
while I'm beating you." She explained. "I have very good aim, but if
you move unexpectedly you could get injured badly." She began the
treatment by teasing him with a light flogger, gently caressing his
back and buttocks with its soft tresses. "You're so very tense.
Relax," She counseled, "I don't want to hurt you. Well, actually, I
do want to hurt you, but I don't want to harm you. Embrace the
sensations, and accept the gifts that you are about to receive."
Picking up the pace and hitting him softly, She continued, "Isn't
this a nice flogger? This is just the first of many delights
tonight."
Laying down the flogger, the Countess showed him the riding crop.
"Remember your old friend?" She chided as he kissed first the crop
and then Her hand. His muscles tightened as the crop swished through
the air, but the anticipated blow never landed. "Don't you just love
that sound?" She said, teasingly. The next swish ended with a
cracking sting on his right cheek. "I'll bet that's not nearly as
bad as you thought it would be, is it?" She queried. "But be
patient, My pet. Remember, I have remarkable aim. I have this
uncanny talent of being able to hit the exact same spot each time."
Another swish and another sting was felt in precisely the same
place. "See? That blow wasn't any harder, but the second one hurts a
little more, doesn't it?" And while She changed neither cadence nor
force, each successive impact felt harsher than the one before. By
the tenth stroke, he imagined that a hole had been burned into that
one spot with a red-hot poker. Walking around to the other side of
the bed, She bestowed a similar treatment to a chosen spot on his
other cheek. "What to you think of that backhand action?" She
taunted. "I guess all those tennis lessons finally paid off."
Remarkably, She was right on target every time, straying no more
that a quarter of an inch from where She began. Ten blows to this
side as well, and then She presented implement and hand to him for
yet another grateful kiss.
The next instrument of discipline was a leather strap. Afraid to
look up this time, he braced himself as She slowly dragged the strap
across his back, allowing him to feel its thick firmness. He heard a
distinct "Hmmm" as She began lightly hitting Her own hand to
contemplate the strap's weight and sting. Without warning, a swish
of air was followed immediately by a burning sensation across both
cheeks. Wincing, he drew a quick breath and gritted his teeth.
Within seconds another swish and another burn an inch lower on his
butt. Then another, and another, and another, as he hissed through
his clenched teeth and pulled in vain on his bonds. But the assault
continued, and soon each slap produced a sharp yelp as he could no
longer control his response. Abruptly, the onslaught ended just as
suddenly as it had begun. "Nice red color!" the Countess said
admiringly, as She ran her fingernails across his glowing skin.
Catching his breath, he eagerly kissed both hand and strap in
gratitude.
Another implement was drawn across his back. The thin tresses of
this whip were lighter, but they had a peculiar texture. "Rubber,"
She instructed, "and very stingy." The next target of Her attention
was his 'sweet spot' – that tender area of flesh where thighs and
buttocks meet. Although not administered at full force, the first
stroke was decidedly wicked and produced a violent spasm and an
audible yelp. The next swish through the air landed nowhere, but
resulted in another spasm nonetheless. "What a nice sound! And such
sweet anticipation." She taunted. Next, several real strokes landed
again on the 'sweet spot,' then others on his thighs and his
reddened bottom, and then a couple across his back, while he writhed
and moaned in helpless torment. "Guess that's why they call this one
'the scorpion.' Amazing how light this whip is." She observed. "I
could go on swinging it for hours and never get tired." Fortunately,
She didn't. But She did enjoy rubbing the tender areas to enhance
his discomfort. And She solicited yet another kiss for both
implement and hand.
The Countess allowed him a brief moment to savor the sensations of
those last strokes and reflect upon what might come next. She showed
him several different canes, each one a different thickness, and
asked which one he liked best. Since he had no answer, She informed
him that he would definitely have an opportunity to find out.
Standing to his side again, She swished one of the canes through the
air. "I think this one has the best sound. There's something so very
special about rattan, don't you think. The natural feel. The
flexibility. The way it bends and then reverberates when it lands on
something soft." That last comment was punctuated by another swish,
and then a sharp, piercing bite across both cheeks. First, he felt
the shock of a violent sting. Then, a brief moment later, he felt a
searing burn spread out from the point of impact. He gave a loud
primal scream, pulling on the unmoving tethers with all his might.
"Yes, I think this one will do quite nicely." the Countess mused, as
She watched the red welts rise up in their telltale railroad track
pattern, like the first brushstroke across a blank canvas. "Calm
down, dear," She advised, placing a consoling hand on his shoulder,
"this is only the first of many gifts."
Another swish and another lightning strike against his helpless,
vulnerable bottom, followed by another desperate shriek of terror.
Then, a brief pause to let him catch his breath while the full
impact of the blow worked its way through his shuddering flesh. The
next teasing swish did not result in a blow, but his body jerked in
anticipation and strained at the restraints nonetheless. Then, two
swishes and two real burning stings in rapid succession produced
both convulsions and screams. The searing pain was exquisite. And
just to magnify its intensity, the Countess rubbed his tender skin
for a moment and scratched it gently with Her fingernails. "What do
you think of rattan now?" She queried, as She gave him yet another
wicked kiss with the cane.
Five more strokes swished through the air to land on their target,
producing more delicious pain, more brilliant welts, and more
screaming. "The neighbors will think I'm killing you. This noise
will simply have to stop." She scolded as she inserted a gag in his
mouth and strapped it tightly. "Now you can scream as loud as you
want, and I can hit as hard as I like." She counseled. The beating
continued at a regular cadence, with sufficient pauses between
strokes to allow the full effect of each one to be savored
thoroughly. Every now and then the Countess would deliberately skip
a stroke, swishing the cane through the air and watching how his
body would anticipate the sting that never materialized. Some blows
were delivered full force, while others were comparatively gentler,
but each one pushed him to a new limit. She often varied the cadence
to maintain the element of surprise. Sometimes there were long
pauses, and other times a relentless flurry of blows landed on his
body, like the sudden downpour of a summer shower. While a single
stroke with the cane resulted in several seconds of exquisite pain,
a multitude of strokes could produce sheer terror. Arms and legs
fought strenuously to escape from the unyielding bonds. "When will
this ever end?" he lamented to himself, as he screamed into the gag
with each new blow.
Soon muffled screams turned into sobs, and anger about the
uncontrollable pain turned into tears of resignation. Like most
males, he had been brought up to believe that 'big boys don't cry.'
Such societal conditioning deprived him from much needed relief
throughout most of his adult life. So many times and for so many
years he wanted to cry and couldn't, but now the rattan helped him
break through this self-imposed barrier and drop those defense
mechanisms. And once he began to cry, he was able to cry profusely
and allow all his suppressed emotions to vent themselves. Seeing
this, the Countess realized that he had turned a special corner in
his life. Touching his shoulder to express Her concern, She asked if
he wanted to stop now, but he shook his head in an emphatic "No."
She understood his need and continued the beating.
Eventually, there came a point when they both realized that it was
time to stop. She tenderly stroked his head to comfort him, until
the sobbing stopped. Still the Tormentress, She deliberately caused
him to wince one last time as she ran her hand over the numerous
raised welts that now decorated his sore backside, and then began to
unfasten his bonds. "Hmm, what lovely stripes! We may need to put
some alcohol on those later, but just imagine what it would feel
like to have your front side exposed to the lash." She taunted while
rolling him over, but quickly put Her arms around him and held him
tight. "It's alright, little boy. Everything's going to be O.K. You
did quite well today." She assuaged, staying nearby as She allowed
him to rest a while and come back to earth slowly. Then She sent him
to the bathroom to wash his face and take a good look at the marks.
A comforting hand touched his shoulder as She assessed his behavior
up to this point. "You've taken My discipline very successfully so
far." She told him, approvingly. Those kind words erased all the
aches and pains and bruises of the last 24 hours because, as far as
he was concerned, Her acceptance was worth any price. "Since you
have behaved so well, I have a special reward for you." She
continued. "But it will also be a challenging reward, one that will
require the utmost of self-discipline on your part. Not every man is
able to maintain the level of self-control that I will require. And
even someone as obviously devoted to Me as you are might have
difficulty with this next task."
Eager to continue their adventure, yet not quite sure what was meant
by these last remarks, he looked towards Her attentively. "Very
soon, you will have the ultimate honor of serving Me in a very
special way, and of being as close to Me as anyone is ever allowed."
She explained. "When this happens, your hormones and that little
brain between your legs might take control of you and prompt you to
do things that are totally unacceptable. As you know, I will never
allow something like that to happen. As long as you are collared, I
am the one in control. And just to make sure, I'm going to give you
a special reminder of My authority."
Even more intrigued about what would come next, he watched as She
carefully raised his flaccid organ and attached a small ring-like
device. Definitely snug fitting, but not particularly uncomfortable,
he gave a puzzled look as She produced a key to lock the device
securely in place. Realizing his bewilderment, She proceeded to
explain by means of a practical demonstration. Gently, She held his
still limp penis in her hands and began to stroke the tip lightly.
Next, some gingerly tickling on the underside. Within seconds the
expected engorgement began, and he immediately understood the
purpose of this fiendish device. He learned, to his horror, that the
inside of the ring contained numerous sharp spikes that dug into his
sensitive skin causing him to double over in excruciating pain.
Since the intense pain was also somewhat stimulating, his immediate
reaction was further engorgement followed by increasing pressure
against the unforgiving spikes. He had never experienced pain like
this before, but looking up to catch Her glance he realized from Her
cruel smile that She had inflicted this kind of discipline before,
and that She truly enjoyed it.
"Breath deeply," She demanded, "and slowly. Focus you eyes on that
distant corner of the room. Continue to breathe and focus, and your
'little brain' will start to calm down and behave itself." Slowly,
the pain began to subside and, looking down, he noticed that his
erection had become ancient history. His breathing became more
relaxed, but the memory of that awful experience lingered his mind
and he was terrified to reflect that it would surely be repeated the
next time he became aroused. "I guess you might call this an example
of biofeedback." She lectured with an assumed air of pedantry. "The
device was designed to help young men learn how to control their
filthy lusts. Not only is sexual gratification thwarted but, as you
immediately realized, even the slightest impure thought is summarily
punished. In fact, if a young man is made to wear the device
overnight, even the unintentional naughty dream will trigger the
same reaction, waking him up with a painful reminder that he has not
yet mastered the virtue of purity." That last comment really scared
him, because it contained the implied threat that this device might
be kept on for a quite a while. Just then, he began to notice his
physiological response to all this suggestive talk as he felt the
twinge of those nasty spikes once again. "Breathe deeply. Focus."
She instructed once more. "Remember, you can do it. Just focus and
breathe. And begin to accept the fact that I have taken control of
your erections. They simply will not be allowed, at least not for
right now." She declared, as She walked out of the room, leaving him
most apprehensive of this latest direction that his training had
taken.
Only a few minutes had passed, but they seemed to him like hours.
His ears perked up when he heard the distinctive click of high heels
in the next room. Then he heard Her soft, but eminently confident
voice instruct him to approach on his hands and knees. A simple hand
gesture instructed him to stop just a few feet away from the couch,
so that he would benefit from a full view as She crossed Her shapely
legs in front of him. Yes, for someone with his proclivities simply
being allowed to see this tantalizing sight was reward enough. And
Her smile revealed that She realized how much he appreciated this
treat. Crossing her legs the other way, She watched as his eyes
followed every move. Next, She began to dangle one shoe from Her
exquisitely sculpted ivory foot. Just then, his worshipping gaze was
interrupted by a wince of pain as the spikes were forced to impart
their discipline one more time. "Breathe. Focus. Think about
elephants. Breathe some more. The pain will pass, but your surrender
to Me will last and grow even more profound. Focus. Breathe."
Somehow he had survived the ordeal once again. Those spikes were so
cruel, his organ was so recalcitrant, and Her beauty was so alluring
that he thought he would never muster the required degree of
self-control. But the Countess was confident that he would, and She
took the time to reassure him. The torture continued as he was
forced to gaze upon Her stiletto-clad feet for a long, long time.
There were still intermittent pauses to heed the message of the
little spikes, but eventually he learned how to accept the fact that
he must stay calm. And soon the torture escalated further, as he was
next instructed to remove first Her shoes, and then Her stockings,
and finally to worship Her well pedicured bare feet. The occasional
discipline of the spikes still continued to demand his attention
every now and then, but in a perverse way he was getting used to it.
The most recent episode of pain was still definitely unpleasant, but
he did not let it interrupt his devoted homage to Her dainty feet.
She smiled at his heroic devotion.
She praised his perseverance, even observing that he was 'quite
impressive' for such a novice. And since he had been such a good
little boy, She would give him another reward. Taking his hand, She
brought him to his feet and led him into the bedroom, instructing
him to sit at the foot of the bed. She allowed him to watch as she
removed first the halter top and then the short leather skirt. She
pressed her full breasts into his face and chuckled as the spikes
bit him once again for his involuntary reaction. Then, almost
apologetically, She responded by putting Her arm around his shoulder
and reminding him anew to breathe deeply and calm down. This last
bout of spike discipline subsiding, She laid back on the bed, spread
Her long legs apart, and gave him permission to offer the ultimate
form of homage.
He didn't need to be told that the best way to worship Her sacred
spot was to do so gently and slowly. He knew that the path to
maximizing Her pleasure was to take his time and make the experience
last. He might even pause briefly to enhance Her longing and
anticipation, only to resume a moment later and bring Her to even
greater heights of arousal. It would be increasingly difficult not
to react to Her excitement, as the spikes would surely remind him,
but he vowed to let nothing deter his devoted homage. As he
reverently approached the temple of Her womanhood, he tried to
remember the lessons that he had been taught by his very first lover
and all the other techniques that he had learned over the years.
Every gentle kiss, every soft lick, would be a gift to this
wonderful Person, this remarkable Woman Who understood his needs so
well and Who cared enough to give him the kind of loving discipline
that he had craved for such a long, long time.
Time seemed to stop as he worshipped Her. As a reward for his
devoted ministrations, he had the privilege of watching Her soar to
an apogee of erotic bliss. Waves of violent spasms rolled through
Her body, then stopped abruptly. A soft cry of "Yes." followed by
blissful contentment. Instinctively, he knew it was time to hold Her
close and keep Her safe as She slowly came back down to earth.
Of course, it would not have been appropriate for a Countess to
thank one of Her servants, but Her knowing glance was thanks
enough. For his part, he had the profound satisfaction serving
Someone special, and of realizing that his service had indeed been
exemplary. Mindful that his task had been completed, he began to
rise from the bed to take his customary station on the floor. She
grabbed his hand to stop him, instructing him instead to wait just a
moment. Fighting off a brief chill, She put on Her bathrobe and lay
back down upon the bed. She then asked him to lie beside Her and put
his arms around Her to keep Her warm. He enjoyed the idea that
perhaps She also wanted him to keep Her safe as well. He felt like a
medieval knight who had been called upon to protect a member of the
royal family (except that instead of armor he wore only that
peculiar chastity device). It's not every day that a Countess shows
signs of vulnerability. He felt honored that She would allow him to
see this side of Her personality, and he treasured this moment as
the precious gift that it was. Moreover, he realized that Her
ability to show vulnerability was simply a further sign of Her own
remarkable inner strength. There was both wisdom and peace in this
room, and within moments they were both soundly asleep.