Sadistic Mistress Owner’s Night of Fun
Mistress Caroline’s cane struck the man’s forearm. She used all her force. Then trampled on his hand.
Unfamiliar agonies hurt worse than traditional whippings. His back and buttocks were used to pain. She strove to drag the slave into new depths of suffering.
“I’m sick of your stoicism. Tonight you’ll scream louder.”
A craftswoman made the cane to her specification. Thick, flexible it was like the brutal sjambok of the South African police. But more controllable. He might beg to die but she would not kill him.
She beat his chest. For once, his nipples were not the focus. Mistress Caroline concentrated on his pectoral muscles.
“Overwhelmed by agony, you become beautiful. I’ve missed watching twist and shudder like this.”
The hard tip of the cane dug into one biceps, then the other. His shrieks grew even louder. Mistress Caroline almost applauded.
“You won’t be to eat tomorrow. I’ll toss a bit of food on the floor for you to lick up. And pee in your mouth.”
Excited by her promises Mistress Caroline bent, started punching his face.
She had to restrain herself.
She kicked the prone man until he managed to obey.
She climbed on his buttocks. Jumped up and down; her heels stabbing the soft flesh.
He moaned, mumbled inarticulately.
“Speak up. Are you begging for mercy?”
“Don’t be an idiot. I’m having fun.”
She yanked his hair. Bit his ears.
“Don’t pass out yet, you bastard.”
Pushing his legs apart. She kicked his perineum. Switched to his testicles.
He flinched at each kick. His groans were barely audible.
“I guess you do need some rest. I’ll give you an hour.”
Mistress Caroline wanted to play until midnight.
Upstairs she opened a toy box. Removed a bag of tight metal clamps with serrated edges. Those would perk him up.
Took out an old cattle prod. No tool does a better job of keeping a suffering man awake.