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11/4/2018 5:39 pm

When and how to make it stick

I once had a slave I released years ago from western PA. Let's call her kittie. My kittie was a lovely albeit chubby slave girl who was an amazing lover and servant. She has one terrible flaw though, she was very flirty and liked to tease other dom man on alt. Of course most of this was fantasy play which she directed at some of the more aggressive men and women. It served many purposes and probably satiated a few psychotics.

Now in this process she began having some less than appropriate conversations with a dom 60 miles away from my home where she served me full time outside her university schedule. I discovered this and warned her that she shouldn't be engaging someone at that level, a bit too revealing, chances of creating a stalker, etc... Now this isn't a real safety concern if he'd ever come to find her chances are he'd find out kittie has an armed Master who'd break a guys legs just for fun. I love to beat up assholes...
She understood and asked for forgiveness making a promise to not be so engaging.

A week later I found she'd been in contact with the same man. This time I forbid her to ever have contact with him again with a sound 100 lashes of a strap to drive the point home. After we were finished there was aftercare and a few days of strict controls with a daily reminder of why we don't engage people in a more than tangential way for fantasy flirts etc... Again, a true pleasure vessel loves to be the fantasy girl for strangers to help them explore their lustful desires and this is appropriate for a slave as a service to society.

A month later she was caught covering up her tracks after having the same contact that was earlier forbid. This time I had all of his information and could easily reach out and touch him which meant quid pro quo. That was the final straw.

That evening I confronted kittie with the evidence making her ashamed, embarrassed and scared. I clearly explained that what she'd done was not only a violation of my commandments and directives but also put the entire home and our peaceable life at risk. After making sure she understood why this was a problem and why it can never happen again, I gave her two options. I could cut off her left baby toe as a symbol of why a slave should never disobey her Master three times or the second option, two rounds of 300 lashes with a heavy leather strap (to the entire buttocks area) separated by a day. I gave her a few minutes to think it over and she was tempted by the toe amputation being into body modification but asked instead for the double ass beating.

So I tied her well on my bed and made her count each stroke out loud. By lash seven she was screaming in pain and begging me to stop, telling me she'd never do anything like it again. I stopped for a moment and asked, do you really mean it this time? YES, she cried out, I really do mean it and I'm so sorry... Well then I said, you'll have the next 293 lashes to reaffirm your commitment and dedication to your new found respect, loyalty and obedience.

For the next hour I delivered lash after lash until the full first session was complete. My kittie was shaking hard, her face stained with tear streaks and snot trails. I untied her and told her to flip over on her back so I could fuck her throat. She obeyed me instantly. After unloading a nice rich load down her very pleasing throat, I told her to turn back over at the edge of the bed.

Her ass looked like raw meat. There was no space where she wasn't welted up and red hot. I told her to stay. I got a large ice ball, the oversized sort you use to put into your liquor to avoid making it too watery. I told her this will probably sting now but you'll love me for it tomorrow. I rolled over her entire ass to sooth the burning flesh. She cried more and at the end she gave me a deep kiss and strong hug and whispered in my ear that she was forever committed to doing everything I told her even when she didn't want to because of her selfishness...an issue we'd been working on for a full year prior.

Then as she let go and rocked back the look of shock on her face as her full wait spread over her ass was hilarious. She has no idea it could hurt so bad. She leapt up and ran around the house making a groaning oooo noise prancing around in circles down the hallways. I stepped out to watch the show as it made it's way back into the kitchen. What's wrong kittie i asked with a grin on my face...Oh my fucking GOD! she said with a wild look on her face, it hurts so bad...new tears rolled out of her eyes and a big grin exploded from her lips. You've, you've crippled my ass she said. No dear, it'll heal it'll just time time I replied. Now come to the main bathroom and take a cold shower. She hated cold showers and started to slink toward the bathroom. I said, it'll feel better trust me, get that bum nice and cold in the shower. My kittie stepped in and started the water, even the cold water stung her ass. I said let's explore a lesson and try it your way, you want a nice hot shower don't you. With shivering lips she said, yes Master I'd like that. I said okay change it to the temperature you'd like. She did so in a few seconds, then a few seconds later she turned and stuck her butt right into the hot streams. The scream that came out of her could rattle windows at which point I laughed so hard I began to weep. I looked into the bathroom to see the curtain yanked half way down and my kittie crouched into a fetal position on the floor rocking back and forth. She was crying enough that she couldn't speak, I broke my laughter enough to say, now do you understand why we do what Master says and not what the slave wants? She shook her head yes and I walked in to shut off the water. I said when you're finished you can fix the shower curtain and continue cleaning yourself in pure cold water. I'll give you a nice warm snuggle downstairs after dinner in the theater so you don't get sick.

After the shower she put on her heels and came into the kitchen, heels only to make my dinner and suck my cock under the table as I ate. This was a long standing post punishment tradition in my home. After she drained my balls completely, I told her she could now eat from her kittie bowl...a special dish which was the total measure of food she was permitted at any meal.

Later in the theater before the movie I put her in the hammock belly down and fucked her slowly while tickling her back. After she orgasmed I told her to pour me a draft from one of my kegs in the cooler and then I went to start a film. Now I totally forgot the film that night but I do remember her snuggling so tightly to me all night. Later we went to bed and she quietly asked me to forgive her again, this time I knew it was the most sincere request. I said, I forgive you, but you're forgetting something. What's that Master...? You had a choice of two punishments...yes....what was the totality of this punishment...silence....then her broken voice cracked in the dark next to me, we have to do all of this again in two days.... With a smile in my voice I said that's right. I know you've learned your lesson but a deal is a deal. In two days you get another 300 lashes over that same red little ass that's fire engine red hours after I finished the first round.
She begged, is there anything I can do to get something else? No kittie, I gave you choices and you chose, just as you chose to disobey me when I told you not to do things that got you into this situation. You know I love you and value you as my slave. I find you so amazing in so many ways, I'm blessed to have you in my life....but this punishment must be completed so you understand that I'm very sincere about your safety and concerned that you're committed to obeying me in the future. With a slight wimper, I heard yes Master...

Two days later we repeated the process, but this time I may have let up just a little. I mean I wanted her to have an ass left after all. When finished I said, just into an ice cold shower. Yes Master! In and out in 5 minutes. No crying on the floor...only cold water. I stepped in as she dried, good you're learning, I direct you to do things a certain way for your own well being. Yes Master!

This time there was some stripes which were bleeding, so bandages, antibacterial cream with a low dose lidocaine. Dinner, but then she found out she couldn't even sit. It was far to intense, the pain, the depth of it...she was very agitated.
I said, kittie what would you be doing right now if I'd thrown you out into the street? She gave me a befuddled stare...as if to say, oh no am I being thrown away. I continued, if some random man came here and I had to shoot him for trespassing, you'd be at fault for that. No more freedom, you lured him to his death, no more home, prison time, no cocks to suck in female prison, no more theater snuggles...do you understand...? She said...yes...in a small thin voice. Or I said, I could just tell him since he has the balls to try to take you from me, maybe I'd just give you to him so I didn't have the trouble of a disobedient girl living in my house. She cried out, NO! Please don't say that, you mean everything to me and this is my home, this is where I belong, you are my Master!!!
Sit down then...embrace the pain of your punishment and eat your kittie bowl before we go back down for more fucking and snuggles with a movie. She sat and spent the rest of the evening doing so, not comfortably but she did it understanding that she made this situation and had to accept the consequences.
That night we snuggled in bed and she slept well secure in the arms of Master; a very happy kittie.

This was a hard moment and would be for anyone trying to take a very damaged young woman from a terrible home and life and rebuild her into a functional adult. Oh and as for the release, after her abusive father was dead I allowed her to leave to help her mother recover a life worth living. They'd both been brutalized by him. She's still there today running a small business outside Pittsburgh. She's still wonderful and still has an open door if she wanted to return to me as kittie, the good slave who understands that Master has a heart for her safety and obedience.


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