Still dark outside, the slave, sleeping soundly, is awakened by a text message on his phone: the MistreSS is alerting him to wake up and prepare for a new work week. Knowing that in one half-hour his Female owner will be by to whip him, the slave goes to the bathroom, slicks back his hair (because She likes it; the style reminds them both of his once abusive stepfather’s hair) and makes coffee. Allowed to drink a cup before She arrives, he prepares the video camera to record Her use of him, then dresses in a style to please Her. he pulls on vinyl shorts and wears a black vinyl jacket, then attaches a leather choker with the word “slave” written in metal letters to his neck, then adds another with spikes and a chain hold, and clips on a short metal leash so that She may lead him around like the dog he is. The slave gets on his knees, bows his head and waits, holding two whips: One is a riding crop, a long, hard leather one with a flap shaped like an arrow head, normally used to train animals, and also a flogger with many strands of leather. The video camera is turned on and records all.
At promptly six-fifteen, the MistreSS arrives, looking as beautiful as ever, though the slave is not allowed to look at Her yet, and must keep his head down until She allows him to look up. But today, She has presents for Her pet: two dog dishes; one small for water, the other larger for when it is sometimes filled with his lunch and he must kneel before it and eat from the bowl like a dog, taking pics of this humiliation. This is a new wrinkle in their relationship: he is becoming a dog for Her, something She resisted but now finds She likes more and more.
Telling him to kneel again, She decides on the flogger and begins to inflict lashes on his skin. One after another, the lashes caress his skin with sharp bites. The slave is supposed to count the strokes, but still half-asleep and readying his mind and body for the torment to come, he fails to do this and will later count the lashes when he views the video. Of course, this mistake will mean more lashes for the slave, though the last thing he wants is an increase in strikes, though if She decides this, he will endure.
The MistreSS stands behind him and, after a pause, strikes his ass, the crack sounding loud because it hits the vinyl, and She does it again and again. Sometimes it misses the vinyl and lands on bare skin, which hurts greatly, but the slave knows he must either suffer in silence or let out a cry. The cry will excite Her, but She likes that Her pet is willing to endure the whipping without a sound. She knows he is not a real man but a submissive play toy willing to do whatever She tells him. And as she continues the beating, She asks what the worker has planned for the week ahead, and offers suggestions on other things he must do to gain Her approval; increasing his work load.
Satisfied that the slave is now properly motivated by the whipping, The MistreSS allows him to kiss Her boots in deference and whips him as he does this. One shoe is kissed three times, then the other. This ritual usually involves either a count of six or eight, depending on how She feels and today it is to honor Satan and the number 666 will figure prominently in his thinking. The slave is now told to rise and takes a seat on the couch and drinks coffee, which She has declined for Herself.
Then it is time for something new when the slave asks if She would consent to punch his penis with Her closed fist. She hits him immediately, making his dick hard. The MistreSS does this again and again until inspiration strikes and She hits his balls directly, causing the slave to cry out loudly.... oh yes, the neighbors can hear this upstairs—good: Let them know what a stupid male dog he is. The slave does not know if his owner is smiling at his pain or not. Sometimes, when She is feeling especially cruel, Her beautiful face turns dark and cold—an evil Queen— and Her slave suspects this is how She looks now... uncaring about his agony, but pleased that She hurt him.
The MistreSS almost always enjoys taking Her pet beyond his boundaries and the fact that he not only cries out like a victim but manages to spill the coffee as his body lurches back and the scream that comes out is strong, if brief, as the pain he feels is intense and immediate, but the slave knows that he deserves this punishment for whatever crime he has committed in recent days, or just because She likes it, and revels in the idea of his feeling pain in his testicles, which are useless anyway.
The slave jokes, “Well, i guess we won’t be having kids,” but She replies, “Who would want to have your baby?” underlining that he is nothing, just someone to have fun with and by ‘fun’, She means pain.
Reeling from the fist directly connecting with his balls, the slave gets no sympathy, no coddling, nothing but a grim silence. Still he has an instant regret: the slave failed to film this, so the record of his pain will be in memory only, much to his regret. This would have been priceless to view again, and now he knows that he will need to experience this punishment again, next time with the cameras rolling. Any abuses that the MistreSS is generous enough to heap on Her slave should be recorded, as the pet knows She enjoys watching Herself whipping, punching, slapping, twisting… however She feels like hurting him… and so the video is lovely evidence of Her mistreatment of him.
Before She leaves, the MistreSS tells Her pet that he must work the entire day wearing the vinyl outfit, complete with neckwear and the leash, which She wraps around his neck tightly. She takes pictures of him like this to post on a website and show the world how lucky he is to have found such a fantastic owner. The MistreSS is beginning to like the idea o public humiliation and posting pics of him in pain or somehow honoring Her power is now to be expected.
in recent weeks, the slave has become a “dog” and it is his fervent wish to one day be considered an “it.” His dream is to become an object, a toy for the MistreSS to play with as She sees fit and to call him not by his name but to say things like “it must be punished…it is nothing to Me”. This single word is not under consideration right now, but then again, neither was being a dog slave. it is only that MistreSS feels increasingly as if the slave is something to be used and abused often and intensely, and less of a “boyfriend” and far more often a plaything. She likes sex on demand and loves the idea of ‘raping’ him, just taking over and riding him until She reaches climax, not once or twice but many times, until She is relaxed and sated. Lately Her orgasms seem to require the slave feeling Her hatred by way of Her fists smashing into his arm or stomach. The night before, having sexless sex (where She uses his body without allowing his pathetic penis to enter Her perfect vagina but She is still able to reach the apex), the MistreSS was propelled by a desire to use her fists on the slave’s arms, viciously pounding each upper arm, then changing location to beat his stomach with Her fists, bringing both of them to explosion with the hard pounding.
But now it is dawn and the MistreSS has gone to work, leaving Her property to carry out Her commands and to work harder. And unknown to both of them, three hours later, the slave’s balls still hurt and become a continual reminder that if he wants to remain Her slave, he will need to feel ever-increasing levels of pain.
After all, his dick is worthless anyway; why not underline the point with more cock and ball torture from a magnificent MistreSS who understands his need to be punished severely and Her insatiable need to cause him pain so that She gets aroused?
For now, the slave feels the lingering echo of Her torture and falls to his knees before the computer where Her images of causing pain run on an endless loop, making him feel more and more like a slave dog and in a religious sense, like an acolyte to the religion that celebrates Her perfection and power and special status: a Deity.
