BDSM STORIES

The Punishment (by slave1548 / May 2020)

Mistress Patricia was not amused.

Her phone vibrated just when she was having her morning tea.

She was sitting relaxed on her terrace in just a long black latex coat wrapped around her divine body, when a message arrived that initially left her speechless:

"Dear Goddess, your worm unfortunately has to cancel the audience, as he is stranded with a flat tyre, he asks for forgiveness and punishment for it" (9:01).”

She frowned, her red-painted fingernails slowly sliding up and down the screen. She double-checked the message - the sender was indeed slave #1548 who had an appointment for a harsh treatment at ten o'clock. Mistress Patricia could not believe it – a cancellation on such a short notice, such a flimsy excuse by this well-trained slave, or so she had thought. Even if the car breakdown were the truth, he should have at least called just to convince the mistress that it was. And where was the request for a new appointment?

She would not respond to this silly message. On the contrary, she would use the time to prepare severe measures. The slave received only “read” as an answer, he could be sure that Mistress Patricia had received his message. Now it was too late; the lie was out there, and irreversible.

The slave immediately knew he just made a big mistake. Of course, he was hoping for the best. This was just a normal cancellation after all, Mistress would understand… just deep inside he felt dark clouds brewing, and still there was no answer. Minutes passed like hours. No reaction from the Mistress, the phone remained silent.

The day passed excruciatingly slowly, struggling with reluctant feelings, aware of his failure. He had not cancelled because of a car breakdown, but because he had feared the harshness of the audience, because he had other appointments adjacent to this one and because he had made a huge mistake.

Of course, he wrote two or three even more stupid messages, only to pretend that the Mistress might have "overlooked" the message, but only the “Read” tag glared back at him. He envisioned dark stormy clouds brewing where the Mistress's residence was located.

After a sleepless night, a new day came, a Saturday. He woke up from confused dreams and looked at his cell phone which had been sitting next to him all night at full volume.

Still no message.

Should he just call? Instinctively, he felt that patience was now the best advisor, and indeed, when he was sitting in front of his computer hours later, an email arrived to his slave address.

Sender: “M.P”.

The content of the message: just a short command:

"Open the door!"

He got goose bumps, as it was typical when the Lady gave him such surprises, and would have preferred to get down on his knees in front of the mail.

He looked at the screen again in disbelief. Was She standing in front of his apartment door? He quickly hurried to the door, went into slave position, hesitated a moment before opening it and then did it carefully.

Neither his owner nor the usual dull sight of the staircase was waiting behind the door.

From his kneeling position, he looked at a discipline mask made of thick latex, resting on a black wooden box, looking at him out of small rubber eyes.

He quickly looked around - no neighbour in sight.

"What if someone saw the mask?"

He quickly carried both objects into his apartment; and wisely, he wrote a confirmation to the Mistress:

"He received the mask, Mistress".

As if invisible cameras were chasing him, he was now physically and mentally in slave mode, actually slipping on his knees his cell phone in hand. He held the rubber mask almost in awe, because it actually released him from the uncertainty of the past 24 hours, this small piece of rubber put him back, deep into slave mode.

He had never seen this latex helmet before, felt the thick rubber, saw only small eye holes and otherwise an anesthetic mask with a long breathing tube on it, and firm latex straps to tighten it tightly around the delinquent's head. Finally, he received the longed-for text message from the Mistress:

"Put the apartment key under the doormat, all further instructions are in the box.”

Following this command was a matter of seconds; he was so delighted now to simply obey and just function. The slave worm had no illusions that this was just the prelude, the preparation for his punishment.

Slave #1548 quickly opened the casket, a black wooden chest the size of two shoeboxes, which was suspiciously heavy. In it he found two spreader bars with firmly attached foot cuffs, one with larger cuffs than the other one with smaller cuffs, and nipple clamps with heavy weights; a wide neck corset with chin rest that would force his head into a rigid posture, and two round, long wooden sticks as thick as broom handles. Resting on top of all these utensils was a padded envelope with the fine handwriting of his mistress: “Lady Patricia”.

He had a dark foreboding of what the objects were about, a certain mental image appeared in front of him, but the Mistress's sinister strategy inside the envelope - thirteen points into punishment.

 

1. Place laptop on top of the wooden box, switch on the cam in the laptop, position your second webcam next to it, a USB stick with the software is in the envelope.

2. Strip naked

3. Start webcam chat on USB stick, switch on automatic call acceptance.

4. IN FRONT OF CAM: Put on the mask, strap it tight.

5. Put on neck corset and tie it down.

6. Place the two wooden sticks one foot apart from each other..  Kneel down on them.

7. Attach spreader bar to ankles

8. Attach spreader to calves

9. Lock both with padlocks, Mistress has the keys.

10. Firmly apply nipple clamps

11. Your fine for lying is 1000 Euros.

12. You will type into the chat, 1000 times:

“I am a liar and I am rightly punished".

You will type this while the cam is running. The Mistress, and whoever she invites will watch you. You will not be able to cheat, as you will insert a number in the sentence with each repetition.

“1I am a ……”; “I 2am a… ..”; “I a3m a….”. This number goes like a pendulum in the sentence from left to right and back so that the slave can memorize the sentence well.

In case of typing mistakes, each of the spectators can reset the counter to zero and you will have to start over. If you make it to the 1000 repetitions without a mistrake, your penalty will drop to 100 Euros. With each mistake, it increases by 10 euros. If the nipple weights fall off or you stand up from the bars, the counter goes back to zero and the penalty increases by 100 Euros.

13. This exercise starts exactly at noon and ends when the Mistress decides.

He read this message at 11:45 a.m.

It was now 12:15 p.m.

As always, the Mistress had been right, and now she was getting her money's worth. She had made an appointment online with some friends, and they carefully examined the preparations of the slave as soon as he turned on his camera. He could not see that they were spectating, as the software had been set up accordingly. They saw how he stripped himself off his own liberty, how the mask constrained him, the corset put him in position. The tremor in his body as the dreaded nipple clamps bite, the hiss of concentrated breathing through the air tube. Lady Patricia smiled; she was very satisfied, now wearing a black leather catsuit, the screen in front of her, doing this wordless distant education, comfortably from her leather sofa.

The slave had now reached repetition number 40.

There were already two spelling errors.

Satisfied, the Mistress saw the hardwood sinking deeper and deeper into his legs, the gentle sliding back and forth on it to create some relief, while the eyes could only concentrate on the screen through the pinhole sized openings in the rubber cocoon. He had obeyed impeccably, had started his punishment, only the camera connected him to the outside world, not knowing whether the mistress was watching at all.

Lady Patricia was reading on the screen:

“I am a liar andd I am rightly p40unished".

It was time to give some feedback. A sign of life of the Mistress, so to speak, at the same time a test. The fingers in the leather gloves glided gently over the keyboard:

“Double-D at <andd>,  plus two other typing errors before. Penalty now 1030 euros. Reset to 0. Type faster! ”.

Mistress Patricia saw with satisfaction that the slave training was paying off at last. No begging, no doubt, no whining. The next sentence in the chat was:

“I1 am a liar and I am rightly punished".

Much later, the Mistress would enter the apartment silently; she would stand inches behind him and he would not even notice. It would be dark already. He had never done more than two hundred repetitions at a time, obedience dug deeper and deeper into his mind because the Mistress had made it clear to him where his place was.

The first thing he would feel now would be the mistress' hand on his latex skull and the cane on his shoulder.

 

THE END