Ken woke up with a start having been in the middle of a very vivid dream and it took him a few minutes to realise that it had been just a dream. The dream had started with Ken enjoying a couple of drinks with some of his colleagues on a Friday night after what had felt like a particularly long week at work but he’d never made it home because one of his colleagues, Ella, had other plans for him. Ella had asked Ken to walk her home as it was quite late when they left the pub and he had agreed and had accepted Ella’s offer to come in and have a coffee with her while he waited for a taxi to take him back to his own flat. While Ella was making the coffee she had slipped a sleeping tablet in Ken’s coffee and in combination with the alcohol this knocked him out very quickly.
Ken had come round to find himself in a fully kitted out dungeon with Ella sitting on a throne at one end of the dungeon. Ken was secured against a cross with tight cuffs at his wrist and ankle which he instinctively pulled at to see if they would give way but there was absolutely no movement in them at all. When Ella saw the signs of life from Ken she stood up from the throne and walked purposefully towards him and he saw that she was dressed from head to toe in black giving her a menacing appearance and because both the top and the trousers were very tight fitting it gave her a very sleek silhouette.
‘What the hell is going on?’ Ken asks angrily as Ella is standing in front of him but there is no answer immediately instead what happens is a sharp slap on Ken’s cheeks.
‘It is Mistress Ella to you slave’ is the answer with each word met by a sharp punch to Ken’s stomach, ‘and yes you heard that correctly. You are now my slave and I am going to enjoy making you suffer’ Mistress Ella says.
‘Why?’ Ken asks.
‘You will learn not to speak unless you are instructed to do so slave’ Mistress Ella says bringing her knee up sharply into Ken’s crotch, ‘but to answer your question it is simply because I want to and I can’ Mistress Ella answers with a laugh. Mistress Ella walks across to a bench and picks up a sharp looking knife bringing it back to Ken and for some reason it is now that he noticed the stiletto heels that Mistress Ella was wearing with an almost matching sharp point to the toe of the shoe. These shoes gave a real thrill to Ken but instinctively knew that he would be feeling the heel and toe of these shoes applied to different parts of his body and it brought a shiver to him.
‘You will want to stay very still Ken because I am going to cut all of these clothes from you and if you move I might end up drawing blood far sooner than I intend to’ Mistress Ella says as she is running the cold steel of the blade over Ken’s cheeks.
‘Would’ Ken starts to speak but he is silenced by Mistress Ella driving her knee up into Ken’s crotch.
‘Did I not tell you that you will not speak unless you are instructed to do so’ Mistress Ella says rhetorically as she is starting to cut away at the shirt that he is wearing. It doesn’t stand a chance against the knife or against Mistress Ella’s determination and was soon lying in tatters on the floor behind Ken soon to be followed by his trousers leaving him standing there in his boxer shorts and socks. The socks are the next thing to go but before the boxer shorts meet the knife Mistress Ella pulls them up very tightly at both the front and the back which was strangely uncomfortable and Ken screwed his eyes up. The knife soon gets to work on the boxer shorts and Ken is standing stark naked in front of Mistress Ella.
‘Body hair is not allowed on any slave of mine but I will get rid of it very soon and will inspect you every time that you serve me and if there is any hint of body hair you will be very sorry’ Mistress Ella says as she is walking out of the dungeon. When she is gone Ken wonders exactly how he has found himself in this position and whether there is any way of escaping.
‘You will not escape Ken so if I were you I would save my energy for coping with what is going to happen to you. This is common hair removal cream and I suggest that you get yourself some because in future I will be using hot wax to remove any body hair’ Mistress Ella says. With a pair of latex gloves on Mistress Ella rubs the cream into every part of Ken’s body and then attaches a collar and leash before releasing the cuffs at his wrist and ankle.
‘By the time we reach the bathroom the cream will have taken effect’ Mistress Ella says as she is pulling Ken out of the dungeon and along to a bathroom where she turns the shower on at full power on its coldest temperature setting, ‘don’t worry once you are out of the shower there will be plenty of things that will warm you up’ Mistress Ella adds as she is pushing Ken into the shower and under the icy cold water. The combination of the icy cold water and the chemicals from the hair removal cream stung Ken’s skin and he was very glad when he was pulled from the water and thrown a very rough towel to dry himself off and this pulls out the remaining hair.
‘The skin should be nice and sensitive now slave, let’s test that out shall we’ Mistress Ella says spraying some aftershave over the skin bringing yelps from Ken.
‘Oh it is very sensitive then, let’s get you back to the dungeon so that I can have some fun with you’ Mistress Ella says pulling Ken after her again with the leash. Instead of taking Ken back to the cross he’d been attached to previously Mistress Ella pulls him in the direction of a whipping horse and pushes him up onto it. Deftly Mistress Ella secures the leash to the horse so that she can take her time doing up all of the restraining cuffs starting at the ankles and then one just above the knee so that Ken’s legs can’t move at all. Stepping forward Mistress Ella fastens Ken’s arms into the cuffs and then she fastens the final strap across the small of Ken’s back holding him firmly against the horse.
‘That should keep you right where I want you slave. I’m going to wreak utter devastation on your bottom and your back but before I get on with that I’m going to do the same to your cock and balls’ Mistress Ella says as she is walking away from Ken to retrieve some stinging nettles, ‘these were cut last night but have been stored in water so they will have retained all of their sting’ Mistress Ella explains as she is bringing them back over to Ken. As Mistress Ella ran the nettles up and down Ken’s inner thighs he was very well aware that the sting had been retained as his legs were soon stinging ferociously but this is nothing compared to the agony as Mistress Ella starts to whip the nettles across his cock and balls. As a final act Mistress Ella pushes the depleted nettle stalks into the cleft between his cheeks.
‘I’m sure that they will fall out as I’m beating your bottom but before that they should burn and sting this very sensitive area around your anus’ Mistress Ella says as she has collected a heavy cane from a stand, swinging it vigorously as she makes her way behind Ken, ‘this will test out your tolerance to pain slave and I hope that it’s high for your sake but it doesn’t matter to me because I’m going to carry on until I’m ready to stop regardless of what you say or do and should you pass out then I will simply revive you and carry on’ Mistress Ella says lashing the cane down into his bottom as hard as she could. Cane strokes rain down on Ken’s bottom with utter venom but perfect control and when a stroke lands on his thighs it is done by design and brings a sharp cry from Ken.
‘You took that far better than I would have imagined Ken which is a positive sign for you. Let’s see how you get on with a different type of pain on your bottom’ Mistress Ella says as she is changing the cane for a nasty looking wooden paddle but before that she coats a butt plug with some chilli sauce and pushes it into his anus.
‘That should give you something to think about’ Mistress Ella says as she is running the paddle over Ken’s red bottom. The first stroke of the paddle crashes into Ken’s bottom with a loud crack and it is followed by a loud cry, ‘that’s what I want to hear’ Mistress Ella says before starting the paddling in earnest. This is a completely different kind of pain and Ken finds it much harder to handle as his cries indicate but true to her word Mistress Ella ignores all of these cries and carries on until she is ready to stop. Standing in front of Ken she pulls his head up so that she is looking down into his tear filled eyes.
‘I’m getting far too hot in this outfit Ken but as a slave you are not worthy of the privilege of seeing me naked so I’m going to hood you before stripping off and making myself more comfortable’ Mistress Ella explains before putting a pillow case over his head and fastening it in place with his collar, ‘I bet that you wish that you could see the vision of beauty that is standing in front of you slave’ Mistress Ella says before swinging a short whip down onto Ken’s back. This feels like it is tearing a gash with each stroke such is the sharpness of the pain, ‘what a lovely sight your naked body decorated with stripes from the cane and whip and bruises from the paddle is slave’ Mistress Ella remarks as she is continuing with the whip. It feels to Ken as if the whipping is going on forever and he hasn’t been able to adjust to the different types of pain as Mistress Ella changes to different whips.
‘It’s time for a change of position for you slave’ Mistress Ella says as she is undoing the straps holding him to the horse. As Ken stands up all of the muscles in his back and bottom protest at the pain of the movement which is pulling the welts into all sorts of different directions, ‘face down on this table’ Mistress Ella orders having stood him next to the table. Ken clambers up onto the table and is ordered to slide forward until his cock and balls fall through a gap in the table. Mistress Ella cuffs Ken to the table and then he feels a thin cord being tied around his cock and balls and then weights are hung from these cords pulling them down painfully.
‘I suggest you keep still slave because the weights will swing painfully with every slight move that you make’ Mistress Ella says before setting about making it very difficult to stay still by climbing up onto the table and standing on his upper back. While Mistress Ella may have been naked she had kept her shoes on as the heels dug in painfully to the skin and then Mistress Ella started to walk up and down Ken’s back digging her heels in with every step as she made sure that she kept her balance on the moving path that was Ken’s body. Ken is relieved when Mistress Ella steps off of his body but this disappears when Mistress Ella sits down in the small of Ken’s back facing his bottom. Leaning forward Mistress Ella pulls the butt plug out of Ken with some difficulty as his muscles have clenched around it.
‘It seems as if you like having something stuffed up your bottom slave. I wonder if it will be the same when I start to bugger you with my biggest strap-on’ Mistress Ella muses, ‘that’s something for another day though slave as I’m missing beating you’ she continues before driving the paddle down onto Ken’s bottom again. All of the heat that had been slowly diminishing was reignited by the first blow. Ken bucked on the table causing the weights on his cock and balls to swing violently but it did nothing to dislodge Mistress Ella from her position in the small of Ken’s back. Mistress Ella was remorseless in her paddling.
‘One last punishment for now for you slave and then I’m going to secure you to the wheel to let you come to terms with your new life as my slave’ Mistress Ella says finally climbing off of Ken’s back and standing on the floor. Ken has no idea what is coming his way as there is complete silence within the dungeon apart from the sound of his own breathing which is magnified by the hood. Suddenly there is a crack of the whip on the sole of Ken’s right foot which brings another scream from him.
It is at this point that Ken had woken up and the first thing he did was to check the sole of his foot to see if there was any damage and he then checked the remainder of his body with his hands and was surprised to find no sign of any punishment having been administered given how vivid the dream had been.
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