LEARNING TO WORSHIP THE ONE TRUE GODDESS OF PAIN
Chapter 1 - my Induction
I was on my way to see The Goddess who now, two years later, still
has me as her most devoted and submissive Slave, and, as I walked
down the road towards her house, I was trembling with a
combination of excitement, anticipation, and fear!
This was to be only my second visit - my first had only been made
out of curiosity, having stumbled across her website almost by
accident - and what a happy accident that has turned out to be! In
the interview for that first 90 minute session, I had had to admit
to The Goddess that I was a true Novice and didn't really know
what I was seeking - I will never forget the smile that lit up her
face as she heard this and how her eyes sparkled!!
"Oh, how I love to have a Novice at my mercy! And, as you don't
know what you want, I'll enjoy trying out all my best tortures on
you until you're quivering and begging for mercy. And when we
discover the things you enjoy most, you'll become addicted to me
and you won't be able to stay away."
And so it turned out!
Her receptionist had taken me into her dark dungeon, with its
black walls lined with implements, mirrors everywhere, and
spotlights shining onto two separate benches (I was soon to
discover what they were for!) and a strange looking frame in the
middle of the room. I was very firmly instructed to undress and go
down onto my knees, totally naked, and wait for The Goddess to
appear. Having undressed and, with a sense of fear and foreboding
beginning to go through me, I walked around the room looking at
all the instruments of torture neatly stored on their individual
hangers or on a long shelf - I thought I'd seen everything
possible on DVD or in magazines but some of these things defied my
After what seemed like an age, I heard the click-click-click of
high heels on the floor outside the dungeon, so immediately fell
to my knees. A slight pause and then the door opened. The Goddess
stood framed in the doorway, silhouetted with the light shining
from behind her - she was a sight to strike fear into anyone in my
position. Dressed in tight black leather trousers with a leather
zip-fronted top and 4-inch heeled knee-length boots, and her hair
pulled tightly back from a stunningly beautiful face, she was a
magnificent sight. She had long black leather gloves on and
immediately took a long whippy cane from the rack on the wall,
which she swished as she walked towards me.
The door was still open so that she could have a good look at me
in my nakedness and fear. She walked round me and I felt the tip
of the cane run up my spine when she was behind me, which sent
excited tingles throughout my body. She still hadn't spoken but
went over to shut the door so that we were left with just the
narrow spotlights illuminating the room.
She walked back to me and spoke, at last, to tell me how much fun
she was going to have with me - and that's when I made my first
mistake! I reached out my hands to touch her - to be rewarded with
an immediate and very painful slash of the cane across my arm.
"You don't move, Slave, until I tell you to - and you never touch
me without my permission! If you disobey me or try to touch me
again, that little stroke will be the least of your worries and
you don't speak unless I ask you a question or give you permission
to tell me how much you adore me." I had learnt my first lesson!
But it had excited me too and it showed as I grew hard and erect,
which prompted a painful blow on my balls from the riding crop she
had just taken from the wall. That made me collapse on the floor
in pain. That did no good because The Goddess merely used the
opportunity to give me a dozen rapid cuts with the whippy cane on
my exposed bottom - and all I could do was lie there and take it.
My breath was coming in gasps but I soon realized that they were
actually gasps of pleasure as well as pain - I was beginning to
enjoy this Domination business!
Having had my first lesson, I was then tied up to her suspension
frame in front of a big full-length mirror, with my legs spread
wide apart so my 'manhood' was very exposed, and my arms high
above my head. She turned the handle on a ratchet and slowly my
hands and my arms were stretched upwards until I was on tip-toe
and virtually all my weight was being taken on my wrists and
shoulders - I knew that I was completely powerless but, at least,
I could see in the mirror what was happening. The Goddess walked
around me, flicking my skin with her cane so that, as I flinched,
it put even greater pressure on my shoulders and then, as she was
behind me, I felt her kick my legs from under me and all my weight
came onto my arms and I couldn't help crying out with surprise and
the shock as my arms felt as if they were about to part company
with the rest of my body.
"Oh, you wimpish Slave," she whispered into my ear, "you're in for
many more shocks and surprises like that before I'm finished with
you this afternoon!" As she said that, she whipped the riding crop
up between my legs and I felt an explosion in my balls as it hit
them full on, which caused yet another scream.
"Tut, tut," she said, "you really are very sensitive! So I'm going
to enjoy torturing you but I'll probably have to gag you to stop
the neighbours hearing your screams!"
With that, she stroked me gently but, just as I was beginning to
relax, she reached in front of me and grabbed both my nipples
between her fingers and twisted them viciously which caused me to
scream out loud. "Oh, we have sensitive nipples, do we?" she said,
"that's good because I've got just the toys to give you some real
I watched in the mirror as she walked over to the storage rack and
returned carrying an array of things I couldn't see properly. She
put them on a shelf by the side of the frame and, standing in
front of me with a strange-looking metal implement in her hands,
reached down and grabbed my cock and my balls in one hand while
she clamped it over me and squeezed it tight, bringing tears to my
eyes as it crushed both my balls and my now flaccid cock.
Then she reached over and brought out two vicious-looking clamps
with a chain in between, which went straight onto my nipples and,
as she tightened them, what had initially been a terrible stinging
pain now made me feel as if my chest was on fire - and it was made
worse when she attached a long weight to the chain which dragged
my nipples down. It swung in front of me and I felt as if the
sharp points of the clamps were tearing into my flesh I couldn't
decide where the pain was worst - in my balls or my chest - and I
could feel myself breaking out in a cold sweat. But at the same
time, I was beginning to enjoy the pain and I knew why I had come
to have this experience.
The Goddess looked at me and gloated, "yes, I do enjoy my work and
I think I now have you just where I want you. So it's time to see
if you'll enjoy having the rest of your tender body being given
some treatment. Would you like that, my slave?"
I was hardly in a position to refuse! But I did say that I thought
some of the pain was becoming intolerable - though I wasn't yet
ready to use the 'safe word' to stop her. " I think my brave slave
is ready for his next lesson" she said, "let's see how you like to
She opened up a box which I'd noticed lying close to the frame and
brought out a long wand and something that looked very much like a
pizza-cutter. As she connected an electric wire to the wand, she
said gently to me; "This is one of my very favourite toys. At low
power, it'll give you a gentle tingling feeling but as I turn it
up I can make it give you great pulses of electric shock that'll
really make you jump! So let's see how you react to it."
I watched in the mirror as she put it close to my leg and a blue
spark flew out from it and stung me - like a wasp sting. Then she
rubbed it up my leg, across my buttocks and along my back, giving
me little shocks as it went. This was actually quite pleasurable
and I started to relax. I should have known better because, as
soon as she noticed that, she turned up the power and I couldn't
stop a scream as the shock made my entire body spasm with pain, so
the nipple clamps tightened as the weight swung and my arms had to
take the whole weight of my body. She kept touching it to me until
I was jerking around like a madman, not knowing what hurt most!
At last, she stopped and a wave of relief passed through me. "I
think that's probably enough of that treatment - and it'll have
given you just a little taste of the joy that can come from
submitting to my will and being my slave. I think you've taken it
very well so you can have a little reward." Giving me a gentle
kiss on the forehead, she removed the clamps on my nipples and my
cock, sensation returned as the blood flooded back into them and
it was almost as painful as having the clamps on me.
As she released my bindings from the suspension, I literally fell
to the floor with a combination of relief and because my legs just
wouldn't hold me up any longer!
"That's a good place for you, my slave," she said, "and, while
you're there, lick my boots to show how subservient you are and
how much you adore me." This seemed much easier than anything so
far, so I willingly obeyed but, as I started to lick up towards
her thigh, I received a powerful smack - "I said my boots, my
slave, nothing else. You don't deserve any rewards yet, so don't
get any fruity ideas with me or you'll really regret it." That
told me but the prospect of a reward from this beautiful and
undoubtedly sexy Mistress-Goddess gave me hope.
I was led over to the leather-covered whipping bench.
"Now my little slave, I have a couple of other surprises for you.
And I hope you'll enjoy both of them half as much as I will!.
Kneel here and bend over."
I was then strapped, face down, onto the whipping bench, with my
head well below the level of my body so my butt was sticking up in
the air. Hands shackled one end, feet the other, with a large
strap over my waist, I couldn't move at all. "I want you immobile"
she said "because like that I can be really accurate with the
stripes I'm going to leave on you when you walk out of here." I
felt myself tremble but didn't dare speak.
"As you're only a novice, I'll be gentle, so the stripes won't
last more than a day or two. But if I think you're a good Slave
and have enjoyed it, I'll give you a really good thrashing the
At which I felt an incredible sting on my butt as her hand struck
me. Wow, I hadn't expected a spank to sting so much! Then a rapid
series of them and I could hear the smacking sound with each as my
butt stung and then felt as if it was on fire yet again, until I
cried out with the pain and The Goddess took pity on me and
stopped. I felt limp with the pain and I could feel myself
sweating but quite quickly the pain subsided and I was left with a
strangely glowing feeling as the endorphins kicked in.
"Well, my Slave" she said "that was quite good for a first time
and most novices would have screamed before you did. I think I'm
going to have fun training you! Your butt is beautifully pink all
over - and just ready for some more treatment."
With that, she started to stroke my butt very gently with her hand
and I could feel the pain draining away - but also a feeling that
I wanted more. I watched as she walked across to the racks on the
wall holding her various toys and took down a large leather strap,
a cane, and some form of hood.
"Now, my Slave, as you're warmed up, we're going to try a
different kind of game," she said as she put the hood over my head
and tied it tight so that there was a gag in my mouth, "That gag
will stop anyone hearing your screams and, because you can't see
anything, you won't know which I'm using on you or what I'm about
to do - which will make it all the more exciting for both of us!
And if you're very brave, I'll give you some pain relief at the
I can only describe the next few minutes as being of unbelievable
pain - but three different kinds of pain depending on whether she
was using her hand, the cane, or the strap. By the time she
finished, I'd given up counting how many strokes had landed on my
poor burning butt and I was completely limp - but as soon as she
stopped, I knew that I was going to want more.
"You took that well", she said as she removed the hood. "What
order do you think I used the toys on you?" I had no idea but
guessed that the strap had given the louder slap, the cane had had
a sharper sting as it landed, and I knew the feeling of her hand.
"You're right" she said "and which was the most painful?". That I
couldn't answer because they all hurt like hell but hell in a
"I think your butt has had enough for a while" she said as she
replaced the strap and the cane, "but, as I have you in such a
tempting position and your butt looks so beautifully pink, I'll
show you one of my favorite ways of showing a slave who's the
With that, she took down a harness and strapped it around her hips
before looking along the shelf at her array of dildoes. I knew
what was coming and quaked with fear because I'd never been taken
like that before. "I love doing this because I can feel the
pressure on myself with every thrust I make into you and that
turns me on as I prove that I'm totally in control of you - and
you're just my little innocuous slave. But I think I'll have to
start with a fairly small one and see how you can take it. "
I watched as she slid a condom over the long black dildo poking
out from her harness. She leaned forward, rested her hands on my
shoulders and dug her long red finger nails into the flesh which
made me twitch. As she moved her hips forward she demanded that I
open my lips to take her cock into my mouth, it was a thrill to be
sucking it and slowly she moved it further into my mouth, and then
so deeply towards my throat that I thought I'd gag. When she could
see that I enjoyed it, she said: "Well, my tarty little slave, as
you enjoy it so much, I think that, one day, I'll get one of my
other slaves to come here at the same time as you, so you can suck
a real cock and I can enjoy watching you take it until he shoots
all his spunk right into your mouth while I fuck your arse."
And with that, she walked behind me. I felt her fingers parting my
buttock cheeks and then my hips were pushed hard into the frame of
the whipping bench as I felt the dildo pushing hard into my virgin
rectum. My muscles resisted and My Goddess thrust harder. "You
really are a virgin aren't you" she said with pleasure, "so this
is going to be even better for me as I de-flower you! This is
certainly going to hurt you more than it will me! But I'm going to
make it easier for you."
"Just relax those bum muscles and now you'll have to surrender to
me". At which I felt her behind me again and this time I wanted to
be taken. She didn't waste any time. I felt a searing pain as she
thrust straight into me, hard and fast, but then, as I gasped and
my breath came deep and fast, I felt her hands go under my chest
and then suddenly my body was on fire again as she squeezed my
bruised nipples and I had to cry out and beg her to stop.
"Well, my little Novice slave, you've taken that very well and I'm
really impressed with your pain threshold for someone so
inexperienced. I think we can have a lot of fun together as I
complete your education in the sadistic mysteries and the joy
you'll come to feel at taking pain from me and being my slave. But
now is the time to finish for today and I just know that you'll be
back for more sooner than you think."
With that, she undid my bonds and let me get up to walk around the
room. By now my mind was all in turmoil as I realised that not
only had I enjoyed being subjected to all that punishment but I
knew that I would want more when my poor tender body recovered.
And we hadn't even sampled all the types of toys lining the walls
of her dungeon!
I had a huge erection and wanted nothing more than to have it
played with so that I could cum and release the final bit of
tension building inside me. I took it in my hand and looked
across, hopefully, at The Goddess.
"Well, my Slave, you seem to have recovered very well and I always
like to see my Slaves properly aroused by my treatment," she said.
"I can see that you want to have your release and that's fine - I
shall enjoy watching you. And one day, if you're a very good
slave, I might even help you do it - but not to-day on your first
visit. So I think we can have just one more little game Come over
She led me to the second, flat leather-covered, bench by the wall
with a long mirror alongside it. I was made to lie flat on the
bench, my ankles were strapped down, and she tied my left hand
above my head. I was almost helpless but I knew why she had left
my right hand free! The shape of the bench was such that that my
hips were raised up in the air and I could see in the mirror that
my erection was standing up proudly like a flag pole.
She walked over to her box of electric tricks and took out what
looked like a long silver bullet. As I watched her attach
electrodes to it, my face must have shown fear. "Don't worry, my
slave, this is going to excite and stimulate you, not hurt you.
Because you've been a brave slave, you're now going to have your
With that, she stood close to me, so I could feel the leather of
her trousers against my skin as she leaned over and surprised me
by licking my right nipple. I could hardly believe the change -
tingles of pleasure and excitement went through my body as she
moved her mouth from one nipple to the other. My cock was
throbbing with desire and I wanted to play with myself but her
body was in the way, so I stroked her hair and began to press her
mouth more firmly down onto my nipple She pulled back and smiled
down at me. "I think you enjoyed that, my slave, so it's something
I'll remember for you in future rewards."
"Now for something completely different" she said as she picked up
the silver bullet. "This is going to give you the most wonderful
stimulation deep inside you and then I'll enjoy watching as you
play with yourself until you cum."
She slipped the bullet between my legs and I felt it slide inside
me. It felt cold but I liked the feeling. She turned a knob on her
control panel and I felt a needle-like tingle going through me,
and right up through my cock I started to play with myself. "So
you like that too, do you, my slave," she said as she gave me a
bit more power and I became even more excited.
She stood back from me and reached up to the zip on her leather
top. I watched enthralled as she slid it down to reveal her small
lacy black bra uplifting her breasts and giving a beautiful
cleavage I gasped with pleasure and desire. More than anything
else, I wanted to touch her, to feel her soft flesh, but she was
teasing me and wouldn't come close enough for me to touch her.
"Now, my slave, I'll show you what you really want to see". And
she undid the front of the bra to reveal the most beautiful round
breasts, with erect nipples. "You'd like to suck them, wouldn't
you, slave?" She said as she could see me almost drooling with
As she said that and I looked at her beauty, my breath was
beginning to come quickly, and I felt the pressure building inside
me like a volcano. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back any
longer and I felt the spunk beginning to move through my body. As
I was beginning to lose control, I saw a smile come over her face
as she reached for her control panel and flicked a switch.
Just as the spunk started to shoot out of the tip of my cook, I
felt strong pulses of electric shock pass through my body from the
butt plug, my body arched with the shock, and I watched in the
mirror as the stream of my juices flew out of me in an arc,
landing on my chest, and I had the most spectacular orgasmic
release - my entire brain seemed to explode! I hadn't felt one
like that for years and I collapsed back onto the bench,
Once I had returned to normality and dressed, the Goddess
condescended to give me a kiss before I left. "I hope you've
enjoyed your little taster session," she said as I reached the
front door, "most of my slaves are regulars, so it's been nice to
have a Novice at my mercy. And you've been such a good, brave
slave that I hope to see you again soon so we can continue your
training. Before you come next time - and I know there will be a
next time - just let me know which parts you enjoyed most and what
you don't want again. And there are plenty of other things we can
As I walked up the street outside, my mind was in turmoil. Yes,
the truth was that I had been really turned on by all the
different experiences I had enjoyed. The wonderful session had
been exciting and made me want more of it, even as my body was
still feeling the sting and the burn from the torture. I knew I
would be returning. But, right now, my nipples were standing up
hard and erect and feeling as if they were also on fire with the
bruising and my butt was still stinging. And I'd had the most
fabulous orgasm, perhaps next time if I took enough punishment,
she might help me.
I slept well that night and when I showered the next morning I
could see half a dozen very neat stripes across my buttocks. The
Goddess had been right, I felt turned on again just looking at
them. So, the inevitable happened. I emailed her that very day to
thank her for starting my education into the joys of BDSM and
begging for another session the following week.
Now I was on my way to that second session ..............
(TO BE CONTINUED with Chapter 2 - The Slave's Education!)
A page for a slave
Mistress Charlotte. MISTRESS CHARLOTTE!! The very sound of those
words makes my heart skip a beat. The most beautiful Mistress in
the world; a Goddess who can control and manipulate any man who is
fortunate enough to fall under her spell; the Queen of domination,
who can be cruel and harsh, but who loves what she does and always
ensures that she, and her slave, have a wonderful time during
other great quality Mistress Charlotte possesses is a fantastic
sense of humour, which is always bubbling just below the surface.
She can use this as another ‘weapon’ in her armoury of skills to
dominate her subject, as I recently discovered. Her wicked mind
dreamt up a ‘punishment’ which was the ultimate in cruelty, unique
in implementation and hilariously appropriate. As she delivered my
torture she laughed out loud at my desperation since she knew that
I could fully understand her motivations and, as ever, Mistress
Charlotte had easily won!
Mistress Charlotte is both beautiful and sensual. She has a
wonderful body – a tribute to her efforts in the gym – and, as
previously mentioned, she has a warmth of personality and sense of
humour which light up every session. She is dominant and strong
but also intuitive and understanding and sees quickly exactly what
he lucky ‘victim’ needs and wants.
There has never been an occasion that my Mistress has been other
than exquisitely attired. She dresses beautifully and always looks
immaculate. Her wardrobe is extensive and every outfit she wears
is totally appropriate to the scenario she is involved in. Her
detailed dedication to looking at her very best always ensures her
slave is captivated every time he is fortunate to be under her
Mistress Charlotte has to be the best mistress in the whole
country. Strong, sensuous, beautiful, athletic, fun - and most
certainly dominant - she has captivated and trained me for ten
years. I have never met such a wonderful mistress and will now
NEVER contemplate serving any
My Mistress has generously allowed me to write this introduction,
and she has also very kindly given me space on this site to write
a ‘Slave’s Diary’. I will happily enlighten those who would like
to discover the greatest Mistress in the world through that
particular page, but words are not sufficient to describe the
wonder that Mistress Charlotte is in real life. You have been
advised – visit this wonderfully unique Mistress; do not miss
A SLAVE’S TALE
The tight leather restraints on my wrists, thighs and ankles, with
a thick belt strapping me down firmly onto the bench, ensured
movement was impossible. She leant over me, her leather encased
breasts brushing my naked back. Her long dark hair fell over my
shoulders as she whispered quietly, mesmerizingly in my ear.
‘I will get right inside your head! You will never be able to get
me out of your mind. In bed, in the shower, on the train, in the
office – you will find me in your thoughts. And every time you
think of me you will find a familiar throbbing down below. I will
She moved round to the front of the bench and crouched down,
bringing her face close to mine. Her wonderful, beaming smile lit
up her staggeringly beautiful appearance. I could hardly draw
breath with the intense excitement that coursed through my entire
being. There could never have been a more stunning and captivating
Mistress on the entire planet. I had – oh so quickly! – fallen,
happily, under her spell.
I was a relative novice at that time. I had visited other
Mistresses often but had always been rather reserved and
‘conservative’ in the activities I was prepared to try. Mistress
Charlotte was to change all that. Her intuitive understanding of
my desires and her patient, but firmly progressive training was to
steadily help me make the progress as her slave to the point we
have reached today – where she has given me the enviable task of
writing a page on her website, a privilege never previously
entrusted to a slave.
I think back to that first session – the most extraordinary, eye
opening hour of unbelievable excitement – I still feel the
thrilling surge of desire that washed over me. Strapped to her
unique bench, I turned my head to watch as she stood up and walked
over to the array of instruments hanging on the darkened wall of
her dungeon. Choosing with deliberate care the correct weapons she
needed, she turned and – the high heels of her thigh length
leather boots clicking on the hard floor – walked slowly,
purposely back to position herself behind me. The mirror in front
of me reflected her slim, beautifully proportioned figure and her
wonderfully erect posture. She exuded both authority and sensuous
athleticism. There was also an unquestionable sexuality which was
yet another tool for her to use to ensure her slave was totally
under her control.
She ran her finger nails slowly over my naked buttocks, raised up
by the angle of the spanking bench. The bench slopped downwards
from back to front, leaving my head considerably lower than my
backside, allowing Mistress Charlotte perfect access for whatever
‘games’ she had in mind. I felt both exposed and expectant and
wondered – with huge anticipation – what might occur next.
The fingernails continued their gentle passage over my bottom to
be followed by a gentle, highly erotic stroking using the palm of
her open hand. My member was fully awake and already straining
under my pinioned body. I was in total heaven and I am sure my
mouth was drooling!
The first slap, although not particularly hard, was such a
contrast and shock that I jumped against my bonds – which did not
allow me to move anywhere. Mistress laughed her most enthusiastic
laugh. ‘Going somewhere?’ she giggled. The next slap was harder
and was quickly followed by a third and a fourth. I was breathing
harder, not entirely due to the heat beginning to grow in my
backside. I could hardly wait for the next glorious blow to land.
‘I LOVE spanking bottoms SO much’, trilled my Mistress, ‘but I do
really prefer the sound and effect of my cane. One day you will be
allowed to offer your butt in the air for me to place my signature
– written in cane marks – onto it. That day is not today, though,
my little novice slave. You are newly in training and we have to
take you through the necessary preparation before I can accept you
as sufficiently trained to be ready for the full force of my
Her hand descended yet again, making a loud slapping sound. She
giggled again, clearly enjoying every moment of my discomfort.
Five on the right buttock and five on the left meant my bottom was
both warm and tingling – but I knew more was to come!
‘In sporting terms’, she grinned, ‘that is called the warm up!’
She moved round to the front of the bench again and stared
straight into my eyes. Once again, I was mesmerized.
‘I have always believed that I can produce an even more
devastating effect with my spanking hand than I can with my
favourite paddle’, she mused. ‘I think this is a very appropriate
moment to see if I am correct!’ Her smile seemed even more radiant
than previously: I was incredibly aware that she was both in total
control and also delighted to be in such a dominant position. I
could only guess what was to come next.
Mistress Charlotte leant across the bench, resting her body
lightly on my back – exquisite! – and took the paddle in her right
hand. She re-assumed her position in front of me and at first
gently, but increasingly forceful, began to slap her left hand
with the instrument right in front of my eyes.
strokes of the paddle, in two groups of six, with twelve spanks
with my hand, also in groups of six, in between the paddle sets.
We can then judge which is most effective, judged by your reaction
and the impact it has on your bottom. To enable you to concentrate
I will count the strokes and you will say “Thank you Mistress”
after each blow’.
‘Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress,’ I muttered.
She rose slowly – she always moved deliberately and elegantly –
and walked to the side of the bench. She rested the pleasantly
cool leather paddle on my bottom and began to run it over my still
‘One,’ she declared and the circular movement stopped, the paddle
raised and, with a loud slap, descended onto my exposed backside.
The feeling was extraordinary. It felt as though the entire area
which had been struck was on fire. The warmth that had previously
been present was replaced by a searing heat which seemed to be
steadily growing in intensity. ‘Thank you Mistress,’ I heard
myself saying, somewhere in the distance.
‘Two’. The paddle landed again, so accurately that the lower edge
of the second stroke was just touching the upper edge of the
first. It was very painfully clear that Mistress Charlotte was an
expert and that the entire of my backside was going to be
exceptionally tender by the time she had finished with me.
‘Thank you Mistress.’
‘Three,’ she announced. This one landed below the first one, again
so close that the two blows touched. My bottom was aflame, feeling
both raw and throbbing. Strangely, however, the heat and pain were
also deliciously exciting and appropriate. It was RIGHT that this
beautiful, dominant Goddess should have me completely in her
power, and it was correct that, if she wished to inflict pain on
my body, so she should. ‘Thank you Mistress.’
Four, five and six were angled across my bottom, and again were so
closely grouped that each blow touched the edge of the previous
one. They were, of course, landing on top of the three precious
strokes, adding to the unbelievable heat and pain. ‘Thank you
Mistress,’ I managed to mutter, through clenched teeth as the
final blow landed.
‘Very good, slave,’ giggled Mistress Charlotte. ‘For a novice you
took those well. What a pretty shade of red your bum has become.
Let’s see if we can enhance that further. Six with the hand is the
order of the day, I believe!’
‘Thank you Mistress,’ I said quietly, in a slightly wobbly voice.
‘One’. The slap was hard. Harder than those I had received in the
‘warm up’: harder that anything delivered by the paddle. Landing
on already bruised and battered flesh, it felt as though someone
had put a hot iron on my skin and held it there. I rattled my
bonds as the pain flooded over me, but there was no chance of
escape – as if I had really wanted escape. The pain that was
flooding my whole being was an exquisite joy. I was pleasing my
beautiful Mistress and she was showing me the attention that
befits a slave. The pain was an extension of our rapidly growing
relationship – she in total command, me fully submissive to her
desires and ministrations.
‘Thank you Mistress,’ I managed to blurt out.
Again, her hand landed directly above the first the first slap;
the third, just below the first. I could not believe her accuracy.
Neither could I even begin to imagine where she found such power
to put behind each wonderful blow. That athletic physique she so
plainly enjoyed was clearly put to a fantastically good use!
Strokes four, five and six were once again delivered across the
first three, and enjoyed the same unfailing aim of all the
previous strikes. The pain was nearly unbearable, the heat coming
from my inflamed and throbbing bottom was intense, and my
beautiful Mistress was both enjoying herself and clearly warming
to her task.
‘Half way,’ she again giggled. ‘This is SUCH fun. I do love my
job!! I have to say, slave, that you do have a very spankable bum.
I am going to really enjoy training you!’ She moved to the front
of the bench and bestowed on me her radiant smile. It was a smile
that would break the resistance of any man who was fortunate
enough to see it. He face was bright with elation – she was truly
in her element.
‘Here we go again, then,’ she announced. ‘Same drill, but more
energy from me! You are going to remember this little hiding for
several days, particularly when you sit down!’
I am not sure how I got through the next twelve blows. Each
individual strike merely blended with the fire in my backside.
Every time paddle or hand landed my entire body twitched in my
bonds. There could be no escape: my Mistress was entirely in
charge and all I could do was to submit. The heat intensified with
every succeeding blow and I was helpless to limit the pain. And
yet, through the pain was as intense a pleasure as I had ever
known. The thrill of receiving such treatment from a Goddess as
beautiful, powerful and dominant as Mistress Charlotte was made
the whole experience both staggeringly intense and hugely erotic.
The twelfth blow landed with a resounding slap, right in the
middle of my tormented bottom. It was certainly the hardest of the
two dozen, and it caused me to writhe in my straps for fully ten
seconds. Again the enchanting giggle escaped from my Mistress’
lips. ‘Oh!!’ she said, ‘that one seems to have worked!’
She walked slowly back to her instruments of punishment and hung
the paddle back in its proper place. (I was to learn later that
each and every piece of equipment in her dungeon had its allocated
place and NEVER was placed anywhere else). She then did something
which caused sweat to trickle down my forehead. She reached up and
took down a long, thin, whippy cane, yellowish in colour and with
a curved handle at one end. She returned to the head of the bench
and bent down so she was incredibly close to my face.
She flexed the cane in both hands to demonstrate its suppleness.
‘You have done well, slave,’ she said. ‘Which one do you think
won? Hand or paddle?’ I know what I think!!’
‘Hand, Mistress. By miles!’ I replied.
‘I agree. One of these days, however, that will count as the ‘warm
up’ and we will use various different canes for this fun little
game. But you need far more training before we reach that stage. I
do think, however, that one little stroke of the cane, on your
nicely reddened bum would give you just a little taste of what you
can look forward to in the future!’
‘Thank you Mistress,’ were the only words that I could think of
stood up, moved back to her position towards the rear of the
bench, on the left hand side, and rested the cane against my
flaming buttocks. She ran in back and forwards across my damaged
flesh and gave two or three very gentle taps. The cane was then
slowly raised high above her shoulder. I watched this action being
played out in the full length mirror in front of me and my body
tensed as I waited for the scenario to be finally played out.
There was a whistling sound as the cane came flying down, followed
by a noise like a gun shot. My already assaulted bottom jumped
upwards as far as my bonds would allow and my whole body was
emptied of breath as I gasped in agony. I writhed in my bondage
for what seemed like ever as the pain – worse than anything I had
known before - washed over me. And then it was done.
She moved to the front of the bench and, taking my head tenderly
in her hands, gently kissed me on the forehead. ‘You are a VERY
good slave! Well done! You have passed your first test with flying
colours and with further training will learn how to be a
wonderful, fully active slave for you Mistress!’
She carefully replaced the cane in its place and walked again to
the front of the bench. ‘Since you are is such an enticing
position, and since you bottom is so red, warm and inviting, I
think it might be very appropriate to see how much you will enjoy
my strap on! It always gives me SUCH a thrill to feel on end
rubbing against my most private place whilst the other end
penetrates you as deeply as I desire and you can tolerate.’
She reached up to a shelf by the mirror and took down a mesh
harness, with two holes for the legs, a belt to go round the legs
and a strategically place hole to fit a dildo. She chose the
weapon to insert in this hole, took down some gel and a condom in
a packet and pulled the harness onto her perfect legs and hips.
Again she looked down at me, grinned that sensational, wicked
grin, and said ‘I am having SUCH fun. This is going to be
......................... To be continued in the next edition,