Indulgence or punishment

I have the good fortune to serve Mistress Vanessa as a personal slave and have been in this position for the past four years. It has been a real pleasure serving Mistress Vanessa as she is a wonderful lady and very inventive when it comes to the torments that she puts me through. We know each other really well now and have explored almost every area of BDSM because I know that she knows my desires almost better than me and the trust I have in her means that I can let her be completely free in the areas that she takes me. I had originally been attracted to her because of her undoubted skills in corporal punishment which was, and still is, my strongest area of interest. My birthday is coming up and we always session on my birthday and in the lead up Mistress Vanessa has been giving me hints that she has something special planned and I am eagerly anticipating finding out exactly what it is.

I have taken the day off work so that I can have the pleasure of serving Mistress Vanessa all day and right at the start of the day she told me that I would be receiving my birthday treat in the evening but before that I will be serving her in a domestic capacity all day. I have always enjoyed cooking and Mistress Vanessa quickly discovered this fact and made use of it and it was even more special cooking for her and she always appreciated my efforts in the kitchen but was never slow to punish me for failings in my service. From here she had broadened out my actions to include all aspects of domestic service and I really enjoyed this because it allowed me to carry out meaningful tasks for my Mistress and receive praise or rebuke depending upon my efforts. Although Mistress Vanessa was not slow to rebuke me if I didn’t match up to her standards the one thing she always knew was that I gave my best to every order.

Lunch was going to be the special meal of the day and it was a great feeling working completely naked in the kitchen all morning giving me a feeling of freedom but the collar and butt plug gave me the feeling of captivity and knowledge that I was owned by Mistress Vanessa. My nakedness allowed Mistress Vanessa a free hand in tormenting different parts of my body every time that she came into the kitchen and she made use of the fact to tease and torment me. Tickling is one of my weak points and Mistress Vanessa’s fingers can always be guaranteed to find the particularly sensitive spots of my anatomy such as my sides and the insides of my thighs. Another favourite was to toy with my nipples and balls with her fingernails each time she entered the kitchen or whenever I took her a coffee on demand. Occasionally the torments moved beyond Mistress Vanessa’s fingers when she used things like the wooden spoons that were lying round to spank my bottom but perhaps the worst of the lot was when she spotted the freshly cut chilli’s. She picked these up in her safely gloved hands and started to rub the juices on her fingers before slowly and carefully playing with my cock ensuring that the chilli juice reached all of the sensitive points.

As normal with this type of activity it wasn’t too bad to begin with but then the juices began to get to work and they started to sting and burn and kept intensifying as Mistress Vanessa stayed to watch and make sure that I didn’t do anything to relieve my suffering. If I had tried to do anything then I had absolutely no doubt that Mistress Vanessa would have applied one of her more stringent sanctions and the most likely was to have my bottom paddled before being put into a pair of panties which had been modified with sandpaper sewn into the rear and itching powder sprinkled liberally into the gusset. With these panties on I would then have been made to sit on a hard wooden stool and tied in position so that the itching powder and sandpaper have a chance to get to work but what is worse is that once Mistress Vanessa has decided I’ve suffered enough of sitting on the stool she gives me a repeat paddling over the panties just to drive the message home and it is one that I will not readily forget.

I acted as Mistress Vanessa’s personal waiter throughout lunch and it was clear that she enjoyed the meal as she ate up each of the courses with very little comment and actually asked for more of the dessert. As always this filled me with the greatest of satisfaction and then Mistress Vanessa allowed me to sit at her feet and have my own meal while she relaxed with a coffee dealing with her mail and occasionally running her hands possessively over my head. Once I had done the washing up Mistress Vanessa had me serving as her personal maid for the afternoon starting with bathing her which is always a treat as she has such a wonderful body and then washing her hair which I find very relaxing and Mistress knows this. It is one of her favourites if I am stressed at work because it requires such care and gentleness of touch that my stress just floats away and all of my attention becomes focused on Mistress and her needs as opposed to my own frustration and irritation. A towel has been hanging over the heated towel rail and this is used to dry Mistress Vanessa off before I give her a full body massage using a sensuous massage lotion which relaxes Mistress and fills the room with a soft scent that captivates me as well.

I then have the joyous task of dressing Mistress for the evening and although she has an absolutely wonderful wardrobe packed full of lovely underwear and fetish clothing she knows that I particularly love submitting to her when she is wearing ordinary street clothes so for this evening she is in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of black boots over the jeans. It is a stunning outfit in my eyes and I make sure that I tell Mistress Vanessa this before she leads me through to her chamber of delights with a finger in the front ring of my collar. Mistress Vanessa’s first action was to blindfold me before leading me over to the bench but leaving me unsecured over it.

‘I am going to use a lot of different items on your body so that you experience a myriad of sensations but because you are blindfolded you are not going to know what it is I am going to do. You will therefore have to identify the item that I am using and any mistake will result in a spanking but a correct answer will result in the pleasure of worshipping my body for a period of two minutes at a time’ Mistress Vanessa whispered softly in my ear.

Mistress was very kind to me at the beginning of this game because she used hot candle wax followed by ice cubes and I got both of these correct but then she started to alternate them so quickly that it was pure guess work on my part because I couldn’t really tell the difference between hot and cold. From this beginning things became much more difficult because as well as items from her extensive collection of equipment like pinwheels and different clamps she also teased me with velvet gloves and feathers. Somehow I managed to guess a lot of things correctly and the fact that it was guesswork didn’t escape Mistress Vanessa’s attention. I also received a lot of spankings though and these were just spankings with Mistress Vanessa’s hands although sometimes the hands were clad in leather gloves to give a bit more sensation. With the gentleness of this I suspected that the main part of my birthday treat was going to focus on my bottom and I didn’t expect it to be as gentle. After an hour or so of being tormented Mistress Vanessa helped me off of the bench and led me, still blindfolded, to another part of the room and gently pushed me down to my knees before taking the blindfold off and seeing that I was knelt in front of Mistress Vanessa’s throne with her sitting regally on it.

‘There was some very good guesswork going on there my slave but you have managed to earn yourself the pleasure of forty minutes of body worship but that will wait for a future session when I feel the need to be pleasured and worshipped more keenly than I do now. Now what I am feeling is excitement because it is time for your main birthday treat. I hope that you are as excited as I am’ Mistress Vanessa says softly.

‘Yes Mistress I am very excited although nervous as well’

‘Your nervousness before any session is charming as we both know, that regardless of what I do to you, you will be able to take it and will enjoy it. Still you are probably right to be nervous on this occasion. Your first love is corporal punishment and since it is your birthday I am going to indulge this love for you and since it is your thirtieth birthday then I think a three hundred stroke punishment is an appropriate way to celebrate this event. As another treat for your birthday you can choose the implements of your correction on this occasion and I will give you two choices. You can either choose ten implements from my collection and I will deliver thirty strokes with each of these or you can choose thirty implements and I will deliver ten strokes with each of these. As I say the choice is entirely yours so off you go and make the choice’ Mistress Vanessa commands.

Mistress Vanessa has a vast array of punishment implements so choosing thirty implements would not have been a problem but instead I decided to go with ten implements and a larger number of strokes with each because this would allow Mistress Vanessa to really play with my senses. Having felt everything in the collection more than once I have many favourite implements and these give me eight of the ten implements. As well as my favourites I have some implements that I find really challenging and difficult in the collection but none that I absolutely hate. The collection that I take back to Mistress Vanessa includes three genuine Lochgelly Tawses that I had bought for her and which are just about my favourite implements as they were used occasionally at my school and receiving them there had been what told me that this was a sexual turn on for me. At school these had been used on the hands and this was something that Mistress Vanessa was very skilled at although my hands had been out of bounds for a little while due to old rugby injuries flaring up but I have decided they aren’t going to get much better so being punished on them isn’t going to do too much harm although thirty would be a lot even for me. A heavy flogger and birch were in my favourites which were completed by three canes, two of which were heavy and penetrating while the other one was much sharper feeling although still a heavy weapon that left some wonderful marks. That just left the implements that I found really challenging and these tended to be wooden paddles or brushes and I selected Mistress Vanessa’s hairbrush and a big, heavy, wooden paddle.

‘That is an interesting selection of implements my slave. I notice some of your favourites but I also see two pieces of wood which I know you find really challenging. You are entering into the spirit of the treat just as I would have expected which means this is going to be great fun. Oh and I forgot to mention earlier on that I will be having some fun myself because this punishment will be carried out under the peach system of gagging’ Mistress Vanessa said with a wicked grin on her face.

The peach system of gagging had first been used during a formal punishment that Mistress Vanessa gave me and to begin with it had confused me as Mistress Vanessa had a large selection of gags available that would ensure silence on my part. The reason for it became clear quickly during the punishment because each time the peach had fallen to the floor either because I’d cried out or bitten right through it the punishment was started again. I was led back over to the bench and this time I was secured tightly to it and Mistress Vanessa placed a bag of peaches on the table beside me and as soon as she put the first of these between my teeth I realised that it was very ripe so there was a strong likelihood that I would bite right through it which was probably what Mistress Vanessa hoped would happen as it had always led to the most memorable sessions for us.

With great intuition Mistress Vanessa mixed up the order of the implements so that I was never able to set myself for what was coming and she also mixed up the timing and pattern of the strokes so that I was in a constant state of suspense. Each stroke had her customary skill though and she did manage to restart the punishment twice but thankfully from my point of view both times it was in the first couple of implements as opposed to the last ones meaning that I had absolutely no idea how many strokes I’d received by the end of the punishment but what I did know was that my bottom and back were both very sore and a very pretty picture, at least in my eyes it was. It certainly qualified as the best birthday that I’d ever had.

If my birthday demonstrated the indulgent side of Mistress Vanessa’s character towards me then there was another, darker, side as well but thankfully I didn’t see it very often because it only came out when I had seriously displeased her or disobeyed an instruction which was a very rare occurrence. One time I did see it was when I had been ordered to turn up at her house at 7pm exactly wearing nothing other than my chastity belt which was not the problem. My problem was that I was held up at work so missed my time by five minutes and as it was such a short time I thought I would have made the time limit so didn’t inform Mistress Vanessa of the delay or the reason for it which was my biggest mistake as she would have made allowances for it. I was left standing on the back doorstep completely naked apart from the chastity belt potentially on view to some people if they were walking down the footpath at the very end of Mistress Vanessa’s garden but it was shielded by a hedge so the risk was miniscule but the fear was there and fear was one of Mistress Vanessa’s favourite tools. I was left standing for thirty minutes knowing better than trying to announce my presence for a second time because Mistress Vanessa would have known that I was waiting. Eventually the door opened and I dropped to my knees and crawled in before offering my apologies which were ignored.

‘You are thirty five minutes late so will receive thirty five strokes of the tawse. Present yourself for your punishment’ Mistress Vanessa orders sharply.

I knew better than to say that I’d only been five minutes late and meekly took up the position which in this instance was on all fours with my forehead flat on the bare wooden floor. My back is to be arched inwards as far as it will go and my knees are to spread as wide as they can be so that my bottom is the most prominent part of my anatomy but also so that my cheeks are well parted in case Mistress Vanessa wishes to apply punishment to my anus or balls as I expect she will for my tardiness. Although all of Mistress Vanessa’s punishments are hard there is always greater severity in the punishments for transgressions and this was no exception to the rule as the heaviest tawse that Mistress Vanessa owned crashed across my bottom repeatedly followed by my count and thanks as this was the only sound that I was allowed to make when being genuinely punished. The first thirty strokes were given across my bottom and then Mistress Vanessa changed her position so that she was standing directly above me and could drive the tawse down vertically on my cheeks and the last stroke was delivered directly into the cleft with very painful effects. I was really regretting being late which was exactly as it should be.

‘Now you may apologise and explain why you were late my slave’ Mistress Vanessa says.

‘I am truly sorry for being late for your appointment and keeping you waiting Mistress Vanessa. I was slightly delayed at work but thought that I would still make the time so didn’t contact you to advise you of the lateness as I should have done’ I say meekly.

‘Yes you should have advised me of your delay at work whether you thought it would make you late or not. If you had done so you would have avoided this thrashing. I had plans for you this evening but I have changed these and know just the thing to cool your bottom down. I know you so love the cold water treatment’ Mistress Vanessa said sharply reinforcing each word with a smack from her hand.

I follow Mistress Vanessa to the bathroom absolutely dreading what is about to happen having experienced it before. My chastity belt is removed and I am ordered to stand in the bath with my hands in front of me so that Mistress Vanessa can fit the handcuffs which are then locked to a chain that is hanging from a hook in the ceiling. This chain prevents me from escaping the water but allows me to turn round so that Mistress Vanessa can direct the water to any part of my body. I watch Mistress Vanessa turn the dial on the shower to its coldest setting and it is then switched on. Immediately the water jets out with violent force and slams into my chest taking my breath away. Keeping the water directed at my chest for a few minutes Mistress Vanessa watches it cascading down my body before directing the shower head downwards so that it is landing just above my cock and balls where the skin is softer and it is even more painful.

‘Turn round’ Mistress Vanessa orders and the water immediately bounces off of my bottom quenching the fiery heat of the tawsing but adding a pain all of its own. I have tried to avoid the water in the past when under this treatment but earned myself such a thrashing that I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again and just took the pounding of the water until Mistress Vanessa decided that I’d had enough and no amount of begging on my part would make her relent and in fact it probably extended the torment. Eventually Mistress Vanessa turned the shower off and my skin felt hyper sensitive and the rough towel that I was given to dry myself with only heightened this sensitivity but at least I was allowed to dry myself as opposed to being subjected to a spanking on a cold, wet bottom.

‘As you know you were ordered to attend tonight to mark the fifth anniversary of your servitude to me and to cook a meal in celebration. You will now go and get on with this task but before you do I have a present to mark the occasion for you’ Mistress Vanessa says showing me a pair of nipple clamps with very sharp teeth and because of the cold water my nipples were already very hard so they were applied immediately and the pain was equally immediate and only got worse as the teeth dug deeper and deeper into my flesh.

I was about to compound my mistake because Mistress Vanessa loves mushrooms and I forgot to add them to the Bolognese that I was cooking for her and it was only when I was serving it that I realised and it was far too late to do anything about it.

‘Mistress may I beg your forgiveness for forgetting to put mushrooms into the Bolognese sauce’ I said immediately knowing that an immediate admission of guilt was needed from me and I offered no excuses for my failure as I didn’t have any.

‘You will pay a very heavy price for your utter carelessness slave. You will bring me the one pound weights from the dungeon so that I can watch you apply them to the nipple clamps and you will then go and run a cold bath filling it half full and will return to the dining room where your meal will be waiting for you’ Mistress Vanessa says crossly and I obey immediately for fear of upsetting her even further.

I brought the weights back with me and Mistress Vanessa instructed me to hang them from the nipple clamps letting them fall slightly so that they pulled even more on the nipples. I winced as they fell and then with each step that I took to the bathroom where I did run the bath using only cold water because if I’d turned the hot tap on Mistress Vanessa would have heard the boiler starting up marking my disobedience and I was already in enough trouble. When the bath was half full I returned down to the dining room and saw a bowl sitting by Mistress Vanessa’s chair containing some of the Bolognese floating in her golden nectar.

‘Your meal is ready for you and I suggest that you do not delay in eating it as it will get cold and soon enough you are going to be cold enough’ Mistress Vanessa says sharply and I set about lapping up the contents of the bowl as there was no cutlery for me to use. Mistress Vanessa finished her own meal and watched me lap up the remains of the bowl.

‘You will go and sit in the bath and I will collect you when I am ready to deal with you. Be aware that I will know if you step out of the bath even once and you are in enough trouble already’ Mistress Vanessa commands sharply and I head off to the bathroom angry with myself for disappointing Mistress Vanessa so much in one evening. I am left sitting in the bath for what seemed like hours but it probably wasn’t that long although I was shivering when Mistress Vanessa came to collect me.

By the time I have finished with you I can assure you that you will wish you are back in this cold water my slave’ were Mistress Vanessa’s chilling words in response to my shivers and this time I was not given a towel to dry myself as I was taken down to her chamber of delights.

‘Your performance tonight has been truly atrocious and I am going to punish you with exceptional severity however I know that it is only an aberration so I will be retaining you as a slave but consider it a final warning as to your future conduct. I am looking forward to hearing your screams in due course’ Mistress Vanessa said giving me the freedom to react to the punishment when it reaches that stage.

I was placed over the bench but not secured to it and the first thing Mistress Vanessa did was insert a large butt plug into my anus to give me something else to think about.

‘If this falls out then I will replace it with a bigger one’ was the comment meaning that I would have to stay as relaxed as possible so as not to force it out of me which was going to be difficult because I saw Mistress Vanessa pick up a large wooden paddle which was a present that I’d given to her and immediately regretted as it was the most painful implement in her collection and to date I’d never taken more than twenty strokes with it but somehow I knew that there would be more than that coming my way tonight.

‘There is no need to count these strokes my slave. I am going to use this paddle until I decide that you are truly sorry for your appalling service tonight’ Mistress Vanessa says reinforcing my own disappointment and anger in my performance. I soon lost count of the strokes that I’d received and was simply concentrating my mind on coping with the agony that the paddle was causing and learning the lesson of what was expected of me because we both knew that I would be back the next time that I was summoned to serve Mistress Vanessa.