No Safeword, No Limits, No Escape
Mistress Lola slammed his head into the wall.
“Do you need another cane whipping?”
He dropped to the floor, crawled to her.
“Forgive your stupid slave Mistress.”
“Stupid worthless slave is more like it. When I spank you, I expect to be thanked for bothering with you.”
She yanked his hair, pulled him to the bed. Flipped him over her lap. Picking up her cane, she began his second spanking.
Still sore from the spanking that ended only moments before, the cane cut into sore, fresh welts. Pink battered, bruised skin turned splotchy red.
“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!”
She slapped his face.
She grabbed his hair, pulled his head up, punched. Later both eyes would blacken. Body and face testimony of womanly wrath.
“Like all men, you are rubbish. I should kick you out. Men are desperate to be my slave.”
Those words frightened him. He had searched for years. Only Mistress Lola invited him to serve.
“What do you think I should do with you?”
“Mistress, I give up my safeword.”
She looked into his pleading eyes. He meant it. Desperate male.
A cruel woman, the safeword often held her back. He was a nervous male. Honoring safewords was a point of honor.
“That isn’t enough. Give up your safeword. Give yourself to be. Permanent ownership. My rules. You have no rights. No changing your mind. No escape.”
He would be her property. He wanted that. Fear held him back. He would rather lose freedom than his Mistress Owner.
“Mistress, please accept me as your property, to use as you see fit.”
“No holding back? What I take, I never return.”
“Mistress, take me, use me.”
“Kiss my feet. Once you do that, your become irrevocably mine.”
Bending down, he trembled. He life would never be the same. It would not even be his. Everything he was and had would be Mistress Lola’s.
She called her office to say she would not be in.
She kicked the slave, ordered him to rise.
A spare closet held a small slave. He crawled inside. The click of a padlock seemed impossibly loud.
“I’m going shopping. The Sadist’s Shoppe has a few vicious toys I want to try. We are going to spend the weekend in the basement.”
The door closed. She locked it.
Alone in the dark cramped space, he already regretted his decision. The last he would ever make.
His Mistress Owner filled the basement with bondage and domination gear. Without his safeword, he knew she would make him cry. Even scream.
Later, a gag confined his shrieks. Mistress Lola began by wrapping him in barbwire. When she tightened the nipple clamps, he wriggled. The barbs lacerated his skin.
That was only the first two hours. Mistress Lola barely slept. Pain kept him from sleeping at all.
Sunday night he passed out. He slept until Tuesday morning. She let him rest. He needed to recuperate for the coming weekend. They shared over a thousand weekends.
He was wonderful.
She never met a man more sensitive to pain. He never adjusted to suffering. The perfect pain slave.