CHAPTER ELEVEN
Becca whimpered as the rod rubbed against her and made some sort of
acknowledgement to what James said. A breath later and her backside erupted
with fresh pain. Becca's entire body tensed forward against the bar at her
thighs as she bobbed slightly up and down on her toes. Her voice rang out,
shrill and tortured.
The second strike shocked her for its speed and pulled more screaming from her
throat. She writhed in agony, twisting her hips from side to side as the cane
tapped it's warning to her injured flesh. Becca bit her lip to keep from
begging for him to go slower. Her head came up as far as the bar would allow
then dropped as she hung as far as her restraints would allow. Her toes curled
as she fought to keep still.
Another flash of agony ripped into her skin and deeper through the muscle
beneath. Becca cried out again as her body jolted. Her back arched as she
reflexively strained against the immovable bars that kept her in place for her
punishment. Her feet shifted, lifting slightly as if she were trying to stamp
out the pain.
"Yes Master!" She almost shrieked before gaining control of her voice again.
"Your slave thanks you for your patience and understands the time you are giving
her. She wishes only to learn under your guidance . . . to take whatever
training you see fit for her! She will obey always!" The words flowed fast,
without thought, punctuated by deep gasping breaths as Becca continued to almost
hump against the bar. Her face was wet with fresh tears. She bit her lip again
as she shifted from foot to foot, somehow holding in the pleas for mercy.
Hearing Becca's agonised cries and watching her breasts thrust out as her back
arched under the tension of her bondage, James considered the naked woman's
entreaties for guidance
Becca's squeals resounded about the room and James observed her pain with
evident pleasure, massaging his thick cock as he did so. Watching and relishing
her pain, her feet moving back and forth, side to side as she performed her
dance of pain to the accompaniment of her own pitiful cries and sobs.
~ How he enjoyed the sight of her naked body displayed before him, her plump
breasts bouncing, her sweet body twisting so erotically as she shuddered in her
agony.
James then repositioned the cane against Becca's aching bottom, ready for the
next descent of a stinging stroke to land across her defenceless cheeks. The
cane slashed down across Becca's tortured flesh, raising yet another welt that
this time, cut across the previous ones and James watched her hip's jerking in
an almost orgasmic frenzy.
He continued caning the naked woman without mercy, thrashing her soft tender
buttocks, taking his time, delighting in her suffering, her crying and her
tears. Occasionally, James would pause to fondle her pained flesh between
strokes, feeling the raised bands, fiery hot, under his touch. Sometimes he
slipped his fingers between her cheeks to feel at her anus and down to her moist
slit. As he caressed her intimate parts with one hand, he continued to massage
his erect cock with the other.
As she felt James slide his fingers over her rosebud and down along her
sensitive folds, Becca would arch her back and press herself down to his hand,
eager for a different sensation than pain. She was barely aware of this wanton
behaviour and only whimpered loudly when he would stop again
Eventually, the twelve additional stripes laced across Becca's badly welted
buttocks and they acquired a fiery reddish glow as if from an open coal fire.
Releasing Becca's wrists from the rear bar, James allowed her a short respite to
gain control of her senses.
It had certainly felt like many more than twelve stripes to Becca, even well
before it was finished. She pranced for her Master, as the cane swung wickedly
through the air, her tears flowing freely as she writhed in agony, but her
screams faded to a broken mewling note by the time James had begun to enjoy her
punished flesh between strokes.
Time passed slowly in her world of exquisite agony. To Becca it felt as it an
eternity had passed since she had knelt at his feet and suckled his cock. But
there was an end. She glanced over, lifting her head slightly as James freed
her and sobbed for a moment as her arms dropped limply to her sides when she
straightened. This only lasted a moment before Becca gained control of herself
and wiped at her cheeks with the backs of her swollen hands.
Nervously she glanced at her Master, sniffling a little. Her entire being
vibrated and she was visibly trembling from the severity of the pain. Yet there
was an element of pride and the beginning of a deeper understanding of what she
was undertaking. It showed in her eyes as she continued to look at him before
lowering her gaze.
Becca knelt down after a moment, appearing considerably calmer. She did wince
with a short intake of breath as the movement sent a wave of pain through her.
But if anything now, her desire to prove herself as a slave was greater than
before. She crawled forward, using her forearms to spare her palms and kissed
James's feet before laying her damp cheek to them.
"Thank you Master, you are very kind to teach this slave her first lessons so
patiently. She will not hesitate again when an order is given." Becca vowed in
a shuddering voice. She did not wish to ever feel such pain again and swore to
herself as well that she would show her submission to James as thoroughly as
possible to please him.
~ What was that James saw in Becca's eyes, was it a look of happiness? ~
James was only able to have a short glimpse of Becca's reaction, for she quickly
knelt and crawled across the hard floor to him and performed her obeisance. He
watched her abject posture with the feeling of power and, as he felt Becca's wet
tears on his feet, he viewed the future training of this woman with enthusiasm.
James listened to Becca's promise regarding her future behaviour and he decided
to move onto the next step in her decent into submission and slavery.
James then led Becca across the basement to where the en-suite bathroom was
situated and, fastening a 12 feet length of thin, but strong steel chain to her
neck collar he clipped the other end to a hook in the wall. She followed and
stood obediently as James tethered her to the wall, all the while with a worried
look on her face. Throwing a thin mattress onto the hard floor, James said. " I
will leave you to rest for a period, as you will need to recover after your
ordeal. On my return, I intend to go out to a nearby restaurant for a meal, and
you will accompany me."
Becca was still watching James as he laid the mattress out, the shock continued
on her face but now mixed with nervousness again at the idea of going out to a
restaurant.
James then left Becca alone in the basement area.
Becca stared at the door for a moment trying to take it all in. She found it
odd to be left alone so suddenly, she felt as if she were just something to be
forgotten about, more like an object than a person.
Becca looked down at the mattress then into the bathroom. With the chain
trailing behind her, she headed into the pristine white environment to use the
facilities and tidy up before she attempted to get some rest. It was an awkward
task to use the toilet as any amount of pressure sent waves of sharp stinging
through her. Even attempting to wipe herself was a chore, with the state of her
palms. Becca managed though, and as she stood before the sink, running cold
water over her hands, she doubted the properties of the injection.
After washing her face, Becca used a soft cloth to wipe down her body. She
rinsed the cloth frequently, having always been meticulous with her hygiene
rituals. As she passed the cloth between her legs she felt and collect the
remnants of her wetness. Becca was shocked to see so much coating the cloth and
was very aware of the sensitivity she'd felt while wiping. Again rinsing the
cloth, she repeated the wiping of her sex, feeling the sensitivity heighten.
Becca looked at her reflection in the mirror and touched the collar lightly as
she again wiped her sex with the cloth. This continued for a moment as she
forgot the need to rest in lieu of the pleasure she felt growing inside of
herself. But it suddenly occurred to Becca what she was doing and she stopped
abruptly, feeling odd for finding pleasure when she still felt so much pain.
Though she had read numerous documents and testimonials, even stories of the
amount of pleasure a slave could feel when there was the spice of pain added,
Becca was still not ready to accept it as true, she conveniently forgot the
feeling of James's hand between her legs during the caning.
~ So much to get used to . . . ~ She thought with a sigh before she returned to
the thin mattress. The solitude affected her, for now in a positive way as she
was still growing accustomed to James and therefore found she was indeed very
nervous around him. Carefully the novice slave lowered herself to the mattress
then down to lay on her stomach.
Becca considered the room she was in as she lay looking over the various pieces
of equipment that she would no doubt become very familiar with. She wondered
again how long she would be with James and hoped he would give her opportunities
to ask questions at some point. Though part of her, probably the part of her
that had inspired her to explore the submissive side to her personality, sort of
enjoyed not knowing and having to learn as she went. Even alone, her cheeks
flushed with embarrassment that she enjoyed her current circumstances, the
nervous feelings, the anticipation of punishment or even pain solely for her
Master's pleasure. The last thought was inspired by what James had said about
the injection, it would enable her to be available quickly for more torment
should he desire it.
Her thoughts then recalled the injection that James had given her. She still
doubted its effectiveness even though her welts, so fresh and tender moments
before, were no longer aching as miserably. It was however too subtle a
difference for her to be aware of it yet.
With time to think on her own, Becca also started to consider the consequences
if the chemicals did as James explained. It would mean countless lashes, as
hard as he could inflict and a few hours later it could happen all over again.
This was mildly alarming as she really thought of it in those terms. "If it
truly does increase my limits and stamina punishments could last for as long as
he had strength to beat her, the implications were endless." and Becca found her
mind parading violent images before her eyes as she lay looking about the
mirrored room that was now her home.
Rest was not coming easily to her on the mattress, without pillow or blanket.
Her mixture of emotions and conflicting thoughts over what she had experienced
so far and what she would experience added to the stress that kept her awake.
She could feel the floor through the thin layer of padding that she lay on and
frequently shifted to try and find a comfortable spot. It was during one of
these annoyed shifts that Becca first realized her back side did not hurt as
badly. It was suddenly exciting to know that her body was indeed healing. She
was already able to close her hands again and studied her palms for a moment,
noticing a definite difference in the swelling and colour of the stripes.
Eventually Becca did fall asleep, curled on her side. The chain that kept her
tethered lay limply on the mattress then away over the floor to where it was
fastened to the wall. A symbol of her slavery. She dozed thinking of how
punishment would not be as hard to bear now that she could heal so quickly. ~
Pain fades . . . ~ She thought during her last yawn and smiled slightly as she
closed her eyes. She only considered her own comfort for the moment, her mind
was not yet in a place where she was naturally thinking of her Master's pleasure
first and foremost.
Four hours later, James had showered and, after dressing in a pair of dark
coloured trousers, a black shirt and a pair of black leather shoes, he returned
to the basement. He had already made a booking at a restaurant in Brookdale a
short walk from the house for himself and Becca, and was intending to test how
serious she was in her resolve to obey his wishes, without delay or question.
James discovered that Becca was asleep lying on her side on the mattress. He was
pleased to observe that the injection had worked well, for there were no visible
signs of the severe beating that Becca had suffered only a short time earlier.
However, he was sure that the memory was still very vivid in her mind, if not on
her naked flesh. She would learn that, although the physical healing process
was quicker than anyone could imagine, the effect of the vicious caning torment
inflicted on her would produce a mental flashback that would last for far
longer.
Avoiding wakening her, James opened one of the many closets situated around the
room, and removed a red silk blouse, a white mini skirt, a red suspender belt, a
pair of sheer black stockings and a pair of 2 inch high-heel red shoes.
Carrying the clothing over to where Becca lay, lightly tapped the soft white
skin of her left shoulder with his hand.
"Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!!! It's time to go for dinner." James said, his
voice jocular in tone. He was keenly anticipating the pleasure of testing
Becca's resolve, by placing her in a position in which she would normally feel
intensely humiliated.
"Get a shower and then dress in these clothes and organise your hair and makeup
with the preparations that you will find in the bathroom." James ordered. "I
will be back in 20 minutes and you had better be ready, or else you will feel
the bite of the strap across that pretty little bottom of yours."
James then left Becca to her tasks and went back up to the main part of the
dwelling. However, his time was not wasted for he sat watching a television
monitor, which displayed individual pictures of the complete basement area, from
several hidden cameras positioned at strategic points. He was therefore able to
watch Becca in her preparations and observe that she complied with his wishes.
Becca mumbled as she woke up but nothing coherent. Blinking in the light she
looked up at James and groaned softly at the brightness.
"Yes Master." She murmured as he left. Becca stretched, rolling onto her back
as she did so. It was another few seconds before she realized her backside did
not hurt ... at all. Becca rose quickly and turned so she could see her ass and
back in the mirrored door behind her . It was as clear as when she had walked
into the house. Becca rubbed her hand over one cheek then remembered her hands
and quickly put them both in front of her face. Clear of any marks. She was
amazed and stood there for a moment running her finger tips over her palms and
staring at the skin very closely.
Snapping out of her reverie, Becca looked down to see the clothes her Master had
chosen for her to wear to dinner. She smiled slightly and fingered the blouse
before turning and walking into the bathroom to shower and get ready. She was
aware that there was a time limit and more aware that she did not have a clock
to check in the playroom. Thus Becca hurried to shower properly, bringing the
clothes into the bathroom and hanging them on a hook on the wall.
As per her usual showering routine, Becca washed her hair twice then used
conditioner, letting it sit in her dark locks as she washed her body. The
shampoo and conditioner as well as the body wash, all matched in scent. Fruity,
sort of like melons, but only hinting at it. There was a ladies disposable
razor and rich moisturizing shaving cream by the side of the shower stall.
Becca briskly ran the razor over her legs and under her arms to unsure she was
smooth. Her body clean she rinsed her hair and stepped out to dry herself.
It was a quick job of drying her skin as a second towel soaked up excess water
from her hair. Becca went to the counter and mirror, leaving the towel around
her head and another around her body. She was humming softly to herself as she
did her makeup. A deep rose colour for her lips and soft accenting with a dark
brown eye liner and black mascara. Her eyelids were lightly coated in a sunset
shade of orange then deepened with a terracotta shade close to the lashes. Her
cheeks were faintly dusted with rouge. Everything she would need was there for
her, chosen by her Master, or so it seemed.
The towel came off her hair next and quickly she combed it out then began to dry
it while brushing through the lengths with her fingers. She scrunched up to
make the soft curls more prominent and when she was satisfied and her hair was
dry, Becca sprayed a fine mist of hairspray around her head.
Becca had no idea how much time had passed but she kept on with the same speed
as before. The towel came off her body after she slipped the stockings on,
clipping them to the garter belt. The blouse, so soft and cool, buttoned up the
front over her bare breasts. She glanced in one of the mirrors around her and
saw her erect nipples displayed prominently through the thin material. Lastly
Becca pulled on the skirt and tucked the bottom of the blouse in to the waist
band. The mini skirt ended a bare few inches below her buttocks, covering the
tops of the stockings. Becca was keenly aware of her lack of panties as she
bent to slip on the heels before heading back out to the main room.
James watched Becca shower and dress in the clothes he had left her and then
returned to the main room in the basement where he waited for Becca to enter.
"You are three minutes late." James informed Becca, fully aware that she had no
way of telling the time due to the absence of clocks in the basement. He simply
wished for the sadistic pleasure of cracking a leather strap across Becca's
nether cheeks.
James continued. "Let me see if those promises you made earlier can be kept. I
want you to pull your skirt up to your waist and then bend over, your hands
resting on your knees. This posture will ensure that your bottom cheeks are
presented in a relaxed state, as I wish to see them wobble as they feel the cut
of the strap."
As he waited for Becca to obey his instruction, James picked up an implement
that was like the leather strop used by barbers to hone the cutthroat razors
used in barber's shops. It was about 24 inches long by 2 inches wide and 1/4
inch thick. It was very supple and designed to follow closely the contours that
it was intended to strike.
"As you were tardy in your timekeeping, I think that half a dozen strokes should
serve as a reminder not to delay in future. Whilst you are being strapped,
remember that I may emphasize my displeasure, should we meet someone as we walk
to the restaurant, if I instruct you to show them your stripes."
~ We'll see how she walks through town with her arse cheeks ablaze, and if we
meet anyone, it might be amusing to instruct her to display her well tanned
bottom for their approval and her humiliation. ~
Becca started as she saw James waiting for her. Instantly her face coloured and
she lowered her eyes nervously as he declared her late.
"Your slave is sorry she was slow, Master." Becca said softly. She didn't
hesitate at all to do as ordered, proving she did recall the pain of the
punishment earlier. But Becca also knew the marks would not last, neither would
that pain. She would deal with it for an hour or two before it would be
considerably more bearable.
~ Long enough to go to dinner and back. ~ She thought, dismally aware of the
fact she'd be sitting for a good portion of those hours.
Obediently, Becca lifted her skirt and bent as instructed. The position sent a
clear image of the punishment she'd taken only a few hours ago. Her eyes closed
tightly for a second and she visibly flinched without even being touched. It
was as if she had heard the crack of the cane on her presented cheeks, she could
almost feel the weight of a strike and there was a distinct tingling or itch
over her back side. She felt her stomach flutter with the feelings. Then it
was all gone. Becca blinked, unsure of what had just happened. She began to
tremble as she waited for this punishment.
A strap. She saw it in her Master's hand and tried to determine if it looked
more painful than the cane had been. It certainly looked more threatening than
the cane had appeared before it had cut into her flesh. Becca swallowed,
finding her throat was dry. She tried to remind herself that it would be over
quickly and a few hours later she would be healed. But now faced with the agony
of punishment and knowing the strength of James's arm, Becca was afraid again of
the pain.
Added to that was the possibility that should they meet anyone on the street he
may order her to display her bare and punished bottom to whomever crossed their
path. Silently she began to wish they would not meet anyone. ~ Oh . . . but at
the restaurant . . . surely I'd never have to display in such a public place! ~
"Six, yes Master. Do you require a count?" Becca heard herself asking, it was
as if her body and mouth were willing while her mind continued to struggle with
the pressure of her submission.
