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Nothing Like The Sun
By L.Corvidae
Chapter Seven: Workouts
Part Two: Monday Evening.
"I thought you didn't like pain."
"i want to give you pleasure, Mistress!"
"How very noble of you."
"Please!" i practically screamed, "i NEED to give you pleasure!"
"All right, michael," She said very softly. "Thank you."
She went over to Her racks of toys, leaving me to twist and tremble in
unspeakable agony. When She returned She had a girlish look of mirth on Her
face and something behind Her back.
She pressed close to me, extremely close.
"I've noticed that your sweet little plums have a distressing tendency to
run away from Me when I want to play with them, michael," She said, reaching
under Her "invention" and tenderly grasping my balls.
She wasn't hurting me - there - but i made a keening sound, a pitiful
wailing, in dreadful anticipation.
"You see?" She said, tightening Her grasp and pulling them gently downward.
My words word have sounded a bit like this: "Owowowowowowowowow!" i was
virtually howling.
"And you don't hang very low to begin with My sweet, so I'm going to have to
start training you." She held up a leather device that was as meaningless to
me, yet as sinister, as the Teeth Of Kali. There were laces up the front, like
the sides of Her pants, and a chain dangling underneath.
"This is called a parachute spreader," She explained, awkwardly tugging it
over my scrotum.
"You see?" She asked, pulling at it roughly. "If they dropped lower, it
wouldn't be this difficult!" She did up the laces. The stretching sensation in
my groin was unbelievable.
"And what we do," She said, holding up a small metal cylinder with a hook on
the top, "is this." She hooked it to the chain. My balls weren't just being
pushed away from my body, now they were being dragged away by a full pound of
weight.
"A pound doesn't seem like very much, does it michael?"
i was gibbering mindlessly. She snapped Her fingers in front of my face.
"MICHAEL!"
"i don't know, Mistress," i groaned. "It seems like so much to me!"
"Well, I think you can take another pound," She said sternly. "And if I'm
wrong, you can always use your safeword and we'll clean up the mess later."
Clack. Another pound. They clattered like castanets from the violent shaking
that wracked my body. All the jostling awakened new waves of torment inside the
Teeth Of Kali.
She surveyed me like an artist taking in the full effect of their work.
"Clamps, definitely."
i hardly even felt them as She clipped a pair of baby alligators to my
nipples. The sensations just had too much to compete with.
"Well, michael," She said at length, "you do remember what I told you
yesterday, don't you?" i sobbed in reply.
We'd spent most of the day in the dungeon's den. Saturday night, i'd slept
chained spread-eagle to the sofa sleeper and spent the morning at Her feet,
lapping at Her soles and suckling Her toes while She had coffee and read the
Sunday papers.
With an hour or so before She'd dismiss me, we went into the dungeon and She
had me lean against the punishment horse - "assume the position" as they say in
cop shows - and had given me a firm, but moderate spanking.
It hadn't really hurt that much, and i told Her that truthfully when She
asked.
"This is just to get you used to it," She informed me. "Next time you are
here I intend to give you a proper beating."
Next time had come much sooner than i had anticipated.
She had positioned me from the start to stand facing the pegboard where She
displayed Her weapons. She walked over and began to pick through the bullwhips
coiled like snakes, the crops and canes and broad wooden paddles. She selected
an arm-length, leather-wrapped shaft with a flap on the end.
"What do you think?" She asked, displaying it proudly.
"It's a beautiful crop, Mistress," i replied.
"It's a QUiRT!" She snapped, smacking it squarely across my testicles. i
nearly blacked out. My legs turned to jelly and all my weight fell to my
straining arms and shoulders to bear. i couldn't even cry out, i just dropped
with a soft puff of escaping breath.
"You've been dreaming of this for how long, michael? And you still don't
know the proper terminology?"
"Mistress, please," i grunted, "forgive me."
"If you were to display this kind of ignorance amongst company, it would
reflect badly on Me as a Mistress, michael. It'd take a lot more that 'Please,
Mistress' to assuage Me then. A lot more." Her eyes burned into mine. my balls
tried to pull up out of fear, with disastrous results. It wasn't the threat of
"A lot more," it was the threat of "Company."
"Fine. It's My duty to educate you. You don't know the difference between a
crop and a quirt?"
"No Mistress."
Smack! This time i did cry out.
"Obviously! A quirt, My dear, has this leather tongue on the end. Do you
see?"
i nodded.
"Open wide and I shall slip you the tongue."
i opened my mouth and She stuck the end of the quirt in it. She rubbed it
around the roof of my mouth and back and forth over my tongue. my mouth filled
with the taste of the leather and i began to feel the first real stirrings of
sinful pleasure course through my ravaged body.
"Poor michael," said Mistress as She French-kissed me with Her whip. "How
hard it must be for you. All your fetishes and desires so neatly wrapped up
together in this twilight realm, yet inextricably linked to all those things
you hate and fear. Genuine desire forever conjoined with genuine suffering."
She pulled the quirt from my mouth. "You'd probably be better off with a
hooker, My sweet. You could indulge in everything you want and not have to
worry about all the nasty bits on the side."
"Not everything Mistress," i blurted through the pain.
She raised Her eyebrows in surprise. "Why you little brown noser! Do you
mean Me?" She laughed, lifted Her arms up and twirled around. "You have a
Catherine fetish now, is that it? My, that IS serious."
She pulled back and hung the quirt back in its place. "Let's see, michael.
I've given you a taste to sate your anal fetish, and I've given you a taste to
sate your leather fetish." She smiled at me malevolently. "Would you like Me to
give you a taste to sate your Catherine fetish?"
"Please, Mistress!"
She selected a paddle from the wall, only it wasn't actually a paddle. i'd
played tennis and squash in college, and it definitely looked like a racquet of
some kind. The frame was wider than a tennis racquet, and the handle was much
shorter. She'd covered the whole thing in black leather; and judging by the way
She hefted it, She'd replaced the strings with something heavier.
She displayed one side to me. It was covered in small metal studs.
"Naughty," She explained.
She flipped it over. The other side was smooth.
"Nice."
She began to play with the racquet; to spin and twirl it and flip and catch
it. She was incredibly deft with it.
"This is Catherine's favorite paddle, michael," She explained. "Do you know
why that is?"
"No, Mistress."
Crack! She smacked the "naughty" side against my ass and held it there,
grinding the studs against my skin.
"Don't be stupid! Of course you don't. I haven't told you yet. Would you
like Me to tell you?"
"Oh, please, Mistress," i cried.
Crack! The "nice" side this time.
"Such a sweet slave." Like before, She kept the paddle pressed against me,
rubbing it against my cheeks. This time, however, the sensation of the leather
against my tenderized ass was intensely arousing. Given where my cock was at
the time, this proved a decidedly mixed blessing.
She began to circle me as She talked. Whenever She wished to emphasize
something, the paddle would come crashing down on my ass like a corporal
exclamation point.
"This racquet is directly responsible for My First Time, michael. Not My
first time having sex!" Crack! "My first time having sex was hardly an event
I'd wish to commemorate!" Crack!
"Actually, I was quite old when I lost My virginity. Not as old as you are,
of course! But old by comparison with My..." Her voice seemed to trip over
itself. "My peers!" She hit me with the studded side on that one. "I never was
much interested in dating, but on some level there is an almost inherent D&S
aspect to the relationships between teenage boys and girls. Or at least, there
used to be." She sighed.
"I couldn't even say the experience was... interesting. It didn't last long,
and frankly, wasn't even as painful as I'd heard it described."
In spite of everything, i had to fight to suppress a smile. Only She would
consider something like pain to be an added bonus.
"Once I got to college, that changed. Boys now wanted to be men and take all
the power for themselves. Inexplicably, the women actually ceded it to them!
Now I understand that it's like that even in high schools, which is a terrible
shame. Girls have SO much power over boys when they're young, it's
inconceivable to Me why they give it up for something stupid and nebulous like
'security'! I've provided for myself far better than most the girls I knew who
gave up control of their lives to some... man!" She'd landed three more blows
during the course of Her statement. my ass was beginning to glow.
"The point is that once I arrived at college, My interest in 'dating' which
had always been tenuous at best, evaporated entirely. I had friends, some of
whom were eminently fuckable; and I did attempt to try having sex again, but it
was only marginally more satisfactory than the initial time. I was not unaware
of what it was that I sought, but I didn't really understand all that much
about it, being a 'good' little Catholic schoolgirl from the Midwest."
"Then, in the second half of My Freshman year, I took a psych course and for
the first time heard the word 'Sadist,'" She whacked me with the "naughty"
side, hard, "used in a sexual context. I don't know, michael. Can you remember
the first time that all the diffuse, vague longings and half-understood desires
finally coalesced into something coherent, something you could put a word to?"
Actually i couldn't. It had never quite been like that. It was more an
organic evolution for me rather than a single revelatory incident. i said so,
and She seemed saddened by it.
"Well, for Me, michael, it was like waking up. Like My libido just stopped
dreaming one day and woke right up!
"Unfortunately, I was still woefully ignorant about a lot of the 'Facts of
Life,' if you will, when it came to dominance and submission. I actually
thought that I would be in the position most subs face; having to deal with
incredibly stiff competition just to get a decent partner. I couldn't imagine
that subs outnumbered Dommes the way they do. It feels contrary to human nature
almost, that people would rather be beaten than do the beating." She punctuated
this with a series of lightning swift strokes across the inflamed skin of my
ass and the backs of my thighs.
My chin was to my chest at this point an rivulets of sweat cascaded down my
body. i was listening to every word She said, but it was in a kind of fugue
state.
"I had a friend. A very dear male friend. He was very much like you,
michael, sensitive and unassuming, even submissive in a way. But he went about
expressing that submissiveness in the wrong way: he would constantly date
shrewish, mean women who treated him like shit. He would follow them like
puppies and they'd just abuse him. He confused mean with strong, do you
understand?"
She slapped me back to attention.
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND, MICHAEL?"
"Yes, Mistress," i rasped, nodding feebly.
"It would have taken no effort on My part to make him My lover. Does that
strike you as arrogant, michael?"
She was poised to strike me Herself. i thought of the way the men at the
gym had clustered around Her.
"No Mistress! Men throw themselves at you Mistress!" She smacked me with the
smooth side.
"Sweet boy." i could hear Her kiss flesh, and She gently pressed Her hand to
my stinging skin.
"I tested him a bit, tried to gage his reactions to the idea of bondage and
pain and the like. Sadly, he was also from a 'good' Midwestern upbringing and
he found the ideas, well, unpleasant at best. It was easier for him to have his
ego ground down by continuous mistreatment, than to suffer a whipping from
loving hands. As I said, I was still quite inexperienced myself, and I thought
I understood his motivations at the time."
"Two or three times a week, we'd get together and play racquetball. I became
very good at it and I enjoyed both the exercise and the competition. I finally
fixed on an idea that would give Me the opportunity to stretch out My wings as
a Domme. I brought him to My room one Friday night and told him all about Me.
All about what I desired. He was terribly shocked and deeply troubled by it
all, I guess proving that My ability to feel him out had been more subtle than
even I had given myself credit for. I offered him a deal.
"We would play a match in the morning. If I lost, I would become his lover
for the rest of the semester. That was still a good two months, mind you, and I
intended to go the whole way, do the whole doting girlfriend bit. If he lost,
he was mine for the next twenty-four hours."
She paused, looked into my eyes.
"That game was the biggest sexual rush of My entire life. And he played his
ass off!"
She stopped, smiled at me, twirled Her racquet around on Her palm, smiled
again with Her entire face.
She went back to the pegboard and hung the racquet up. She strode towards
me and unlocked the cuffs. Somehow, i managed to stay on my feet, teetering.
She removed the various torture devices. The Teeth of Kali came off with a
struggle, and my prick was pockmarked with ugly purple dimples. i swooned.
Finally, She undid the ankle cuffs. i hadn't been instructed to count, but i
took at least twenty lashes in total.
"Storytime is over, michael, now I wish for My massage."
She gently took my aching penis in Her hand and led me to Her dungeon den.
The bed was out, and on it lay what looked to be a pair of thin, rubbery
underwear.
i was about to ask permission to go to the mud room and get my surprise for
Mistress, when She began to speak.
"Go to the bed. Pick it up."
i did. It was heavier than i'd thought. i looked inside and saw a metal tube.
It wasn't underwear.
"I'm afraid, My pet, that, small as you are, My panties still didn't hold
you in enough to keep from spoiling what was otherwise an exceptional back rub.
That is a chastity belt. Quite a charming little toy, don't you think?"
"It looks... serious, Mistress."
"That's understandable, michael. It is an... educational toy after all," She
purred.
"That's neoprene over strips of stainless steel. It's designed for long term
usage."
My stomach flipped. Long Term.
"Put it on, michael."
In many ways, it was set up like the CBT belt i had worn on Saturday, only
my penis went through the tube instead of a ring, and was forced to point
straight down. Once the final straps were pulled around the cheeks of my ass, i
would have to piss siting down, and masturbation was out of the realm of
possibility. The cruelest irony of all was that the waist of the belt came
right up into the line sunk into my waist by the panties and the rubber chaffed
the raw skin there.
"You do remember all those measurements I made you make a month ago, don't
you? What did you think they were for?"
"I guess I didn't know," i admitted.
"I was supposed to have it yesterday," She explained, sounding a little
irritated, "but the man who makes them is a bit of a perfectionist; and he
refused to hand it over until I could confirm you'd gotten it right, so I had
to go and break out the tape measure."
My jaw dropped. i gaped at Her in utter confusion.
"By the way," She giggled, "you make the cutest sound when someone touches
you while you're sleeping."
She walked towards me, swaggering Her hips. "I believe you know this part
already," She said, thrusting Her pelvis towards me.
i got to my knees and took the end of one of the laces in my mouth. The
smell of the leather was mixed with the slightest touch of Her perfume. i undid
the bow.
Removing Mistress' pants with my mouth proved to be a painstaking task that
left me charged with phenomenal heat. Again, that feeling of sensuality was
only partly welcome as my cock endured new torment within its unforgiving metal
tube.
When i was done, She climbed into the bed and lay face down, awaiting me.
"Mistress?"
She turned Her head towards me, taken aback.
"What is it michael?"
"May i... i... i have brought something that may help me in this endeavor.
May i please go and retrieve it? Mistress?"
Her eyes narrowed to suspicious slits. "If you must."
"Thank you, Mistress!"
i ran out to the mud room.
The moment Her eyes fell upon the walkman, you could almost see the plumes
of frost upon Her breath. i was suddenly very comforted by the knowledge that
my privates were safely behind a strip of steel.
"I'm not stimulation enough for you, michael?" She growled menacingly.
i'd been rehearsing my speech since the moment the idea occurred to me that
morning in the shower. It was still very hard to get the words out right.
"You told me before that a good slave trusts his Mistress, Mistress. Now i
ask you to trust me."
She turned away from me angrily.
"If you NEED it, michael," was all She'd said.
i climbed into bed with Her. i knew i'd be naked - or a reasonable
equivalent thereof - so i'd affixed the walkman to a nylon strap back at home
and now had it slung across my chest. i twisted it around so it was up against
the small of my back and wouldn't drop down and bother Mistress.
It was clear She was furious. Her body no longer just looked like marble, it
felt like it, too. i pushed PLAY and began to slowly, easily work Her rock-hard
neck muscles.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit," the voice on the tape said.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit," i echoed aloud. Her whole
body shook as She suddenly realized what was happening, and then, to my great
relief, the tension slackened.
And thus did i "read" to Mistress, and give Her a massage; all at the same
time.
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