Predicament Bondage Punishment
Mistress Thalia gave him room, board and discipline. The grad student came to rent a room. He became a woman’s slave.
He wishes he could remember those early conversations. They began the process of his landlady becoming his Mistress Owner.
He vaguely recalls her asking him “Aren’t men the cause of the world’s ills?”
Somehow, he found himself agreeing to the superiority of the female. Wise, nurturing, just.
She nurtured his suppressed submissiveness. Agreeableness became obedience.
Then came that luminous day when what began as floor sweeping ended as boot worship.
Mistress Thalia owned him. The Domme is strict. Discipline is the heart of her style of domination. When he does anything amiss, a cane spanking swiftly follows. Within the context of their power exchange, she is fair.
When angered, she punishes him severely. Cruelty is a pleasure. Sometimes justice and delight fuse.
She trusted him too much. Accepting his pledge to deny himself, she did not demand he wear a chastity device.
He cheated. And left unmistakable residue. Did guilt betray him? He wanted or needed for Mistress Thalia to discover his sin?
She ordered a steel tube that would confine his penis. Before she locked him, he must undergo unforgettable punishment.
First terror. Then a brutal cane whipping.
She ordered him to have his penis pierced. While he obeyed, Mistress Thalia hung a chain from the ceiling.
Back home, she forced him to assume a strange, uncomfortable position. Locked the chain to the piercing.
He knew he would fail. His glans would rip. He trembled. Her slave did yoga, ran and worked out. He would last longer than he thought. Enough to learn the folly of falsehoods.
She watched him closely. When his muscles began trembling, she unhooked him. He fell to the floor.
Ashamed, confused, he crawled to his Mistress. Begging for forgiveness, he licked her boots, pressing desperately against the black leather.
She led him and strapped him to the spanking bench. She did not count the strokes. Patiently, forcibly she beat his buttocks and thighs. Red gashes would fade in time. But not his memory of the consequence of lying to Mistress Thalia.
Originally posted 2017-07-15 10:34:37.