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Part 2: The Beginning
She looked up unto my eyes, yet down into me; Two amber hot coals, steaming my mind. The mix of red, yellow, and flickering candle light put a glowing sheen on her white porcelain skin. I imagined her skin would be so soft, if I was ever allowed to touch it. Those cat-like eyes continued to stare at me as if testing my nerve. She shifted her head a bit, bouncing her head of long hair slightly to the left, as if posing a question to me. Another movement seemed to shift her weight slightly to her left leg. Facing an opponent, this predicts a movement or strike with the right leg. If I shifted to my right or spun to my left I could counter her move and put her one footed balance to a disadvantage. I didn't move. Her knee contacted firmly between my legs, letting loose a bolt of pain which penetrated through my scrotum and all the way up my body. I let out a loud low expulsion of pain through my lips, bent over and collapsed on the floor. The knee wasn't nearly what it could have been, but it did its job. I barely felt the following kicks to my behind as I lay on the floor at her feet, regaining my breath.
“Get over to that chair, take your clothes off. Move it.” She commanded. “And do it neatly.”
“Yes Mistress,” fell out of my mouth in a hoarse whisper. I reached out and started to slowly crawl along the floor. Crawling like a badly wounded soldier under fire, on my belly. My balls felt like lead, hanging twenty pounds overweight. Spasms of pain still rippled through my body as I quickened my pace. Her heels clicked away from me. She stopped somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. I dared not look back but continued my laborious crawl over to the chair at the side of the room. Another spasm hit me and I stopped to hold my jewels until it passed. I did not hear the click of her heels approaching me quickly from behind. A very firm kick hit me dead in the stomach.
“I don't have all day! Move it!” She yelled delivering another two kicks to my stomach. “Come on, up you come, get crawling,” she ordered as she pulled me up by my hair onto my hands a knees where I started crawling quickly towards the chair. The pain between my legs lessened much and then my hair was released. I reached my goal quickly. A plain black wooden chair smoothly finished. I sat up on my knees and quickly took off my dark blue pin-striped jacket, folded it in half and laid it neatly on the chair. Working my fingers vigorously I undid all the buttons of my light blue shirt and quickly shed it, folding it also in half and putting it on the chair on top of my jacket. I felt her eyes, her expectations upon me and I didn't doddle. I fell back from my knees and sat directly on the floor. I reached down and untied my left shoe, removing it. It would have been much easier to stand and do this, or even sit on the chair, but I feared raising my head to high above the floor, so I kept low. “Haha! You take your shoes off like a little boy. Sitting on the floor.” She laughed.
I grinned. “Little boys and nasty toys, oh what dreams are made of,” I drolled, regaining my humor somewhat.
“Yes indeed my nasty little boy. Hurry up,” smiled my Mistress.
“Yes Mistress.” My second shoe was followed by my socks and watch. Laying down I slipped off my dark blue pin-striped pants, folded them, and placed them on the chair. I was left kneeling, facing the chair, clad only in my black silk boxer shorts. The front of my shorts rose in the front in semi-rigid ness. I paused for a slight moment but then smiled to myself and thought “who am I kidding' and quickly slipped the shorts down past my knees and off. Folding them and placing them on top of my folded pants; I then turned around on my knees, keeping my eyes down. I crawled forward three motions and stopped. I waited on my hands and knees. Three clicks moved right towards me.
“Let's see what you got. Sit up. Straight. Straight! Put your hands behind you and lean back. Yes there. Now arch your back, arch it. Push out your hips. Out! Wider, wider. I said push them out, and hold it!” The riding crop in her right hand came snapping down onto my left thigh. The crack filled the room, and filled my ears with its delightful sound. I now sat totally exposed, staining my muscles to keep my hips thrust out into the air, arching my back, and staring upside down at the wall behind me. She stood in front of me, with her crop, glaring at my totally exposed body. “You keep fit. That is good. That is very important.”
“Thank you Mistress.” I forced my muscles to obey, keeping the extended posture.
“Now how about this?” I felt her shoe push out on my left knee, spreading my legs wider. The soft caress of her crop came down on the inside of my left thigh. I found it easier to hold the position with her crop rubbing against my flesh. My two boys had relaxed and were hanging downwards and my semi-rigid member formed an arch into the air. Her crop came up gently to my balls, circling around them, lifting each one up for inspection. I held the position rock solid, ignoring the protests from my muscles. The crop then came slowly up the underside of my cock; the soft leather moving slowly towards the tip. I tightened all my muscles and as the crop made its journey up, straightening my length to an erect rod; a standard, a flag pole pointing at the ceiling. The crop tip passed by the head and disappeared. A moment passed. Buckling my arms and knocking me onto my back, her black patent leather heel pushed me to the floor. “Down!” She leapt forward and sat down hard on my lower chest, pinning my arms down underneath me. The amber spheres of power looked directly down into mine. The hard stern look on her face and the soft skin of her legs pressed me to helplessness. Two quick hard slaps came to each side of my face. She followed with, “You will do.”
“Thank you Mistress.” I responded quickly like a reflex. Another left right flurry came smacking across my face followed by a thick gob of spit just bellow my right eye. I felt its coolness slide down my already burning cheek and drip off. Her divine feline eyes followed the spittle's progress with constrained glee. Two volleys of left rights smacked me in rapid succession.
“What's one plus one?” Two more slaps burned each cheek. “What's one plus one? “ Smack! Smack! “What's one plus one??!!!” She questioned rapidly and repeatedly while interjecting with hard slaps across my cheeks.
“Two!” Smack. “Two! Two! Two!” I cried out desperately. She sat there starring down at me. Sizing me up it seemed, viewing her prey.
Very slowly and gently she asked, “What is two plus two?” She looked at me gently, waiting.
“Four Mistress.” She stared down at me still; her expression unchanging. She then slapped me lightly across the left cheek.
“What is two plus two?” Again she asked me in a gentle persistent voice. I hesitated but answered.
“Four Mistress.” A light slap came across my right cheek.
What is two plus two?”
“Five Mistress?” I ventured with a slight smirk in my voice.
“What is two plus two!” Smack! “What is two plus two!” Smack! She flew into a repetitive volley of questions, slapping me after each one. Every slap got harder and harder while her voice became more and more intense. I struggled at my helplessness but could not move. She squeezed my arms tight with her thighs, her latex skirt riding up high. Her full weight sat directly on my chest. The questions continued and I started blurting out answers.
“Four Mistress! Four! Five Mistress! Three Mistress! Four! Four! Five! Seven Mistress! A thousand Mistress! A million! Four! Four! Five Mistress!” The blows stopped falling across my face and all was still and silent.
“What is two plus two?”
“Five Mistress.” I said exhaustively.
“What is two plus two?” She asked, keeping her hands still.
“Five Mistress.” I said with a desperate earnestly. She looked down into my eyes again. Commanding my lids to stay open and stare back into those deep amber pits of glory. While maintaining her position, she reached back behind her and picked up a metallic object from the floor. She turned back, finding the end of a chain with her strong elegant hands. It was a black leather collar with a length of bright silver chain wrapped around. She freed the collar from the chain and coiled the silver length upon my chest. The black leather collar had a smooth shiny surface with a u-bolt at one end and corresponding slits in the other. She held the collar open in both hands and froze my eyes in her gaze. The intensity of her stare held me like a cast of stone. Her hypnotic hold continued as she reached forward and wrapped the collar around my neck. She finally broke her gaze and worked her fingers bellow my chin. I cast my eyes down to her fine manicured fingers. A small padlock was looped through the end of the chain moving towards my chin. I looked up and her eyes locked me still again, lost me in a pit of acceptance. Hunter's eyes, amber pools of beauty. A smile developed slowly across her face. A hunter's smile.
“Click.”
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