[slave2100]

Tears and pain


‘God, help…..help me please’ I moan on myself, as I can feel my buttocks and thighs burning.

My hands are still tied so high to the ceiling of the farm room, that I can barely keep my toes on the floor. The punishment session has not yet ended although it has broken me completely, both by body and by spirit. In the last thirty minutes, I had to go through different versions of pain as of whip and rattle cane, and its shame to add that I even pissed without my will. Well, it was because of the immense pain and trauma I got through the session. My nipples still hurt and my breast is full of whip marks. My butts have been caned by a thin cane, the rattle cane and I don’t know if I can take any more of it. Sir has left me tied and went into his mansion to bring surprise equipment to end the session. I have no idea how more can I bear and how long can I hold my senses. I’ve lost uncountable teardrops and screamed like animals, but none of them were enough to stop Sir from doing what he wanted to do. My back is burning and my butt cheeks are numb.

It all started half an hour earlier, some minutes after Sir was done with dinner. As I was due for a punishment session, I was given dinner a lot early, almost seven in the evening so that I could be ready with an empty stomach during the session. I think it was half-past ten when Suza escorted me towards the farm room, the place where the session was scheduled.

My heart was racing as my hands were getting tied. Suza is quite an expert in bondage kinds of stuff. He tied my hand in such a way that it wasn’t painful at all and also, it was impossible to escape as well. The ropes used to tie me were also a quality one, something that won’t hurt your wrists no matter how tight they get. I tried looking at his eyes while he was subjecting me to restraints, but he never looked back at me, as if ignoring any sort of conversation or eye contact. I knew he too was worried about what was coming for me. I even tried to shed some tears but that didn’t change his expression. Talking about me, I was in serious consternation because I already started fantasizing myself being treated with the pieces of equipment I saw in that kink storeroom. My legs were already shaking, I could feel collywobbles in my tummy.

After tying my wrist to the top of the room, Suza finally peeked at me. Though I was still naked and bond, he looked at me with pity in eyes and that gave a clear indication of my near future. He then, without any words, left the place, leaving me alone with thoughts.

A thousand things were going inside me as if how painful the session would be, how painful? How much torment can my delicate body take? How cruel my Sir is?

He sure had a physique like some bodybuilder and it was hard to imagine the ache when that strong hand swings a cane on my butts. Well, I knew that my every question would be answered in some time.

Well, before some more thoughts could trouble me, Sir finally entered the room with a large bag, almost like a golf kit bag. His expressions were normal, as if he wasn’t in a hurry or in a rage to torment me, like these sessions are part of his daily routine. Also, he wore a black tight leather trouser with a tight black shirt. With his sleeves up and exposed muscles behind the shirt, he was looking sexier than ever. It was a shame that I had to receive pain rather than pleasure from that sexy man.

Without delaying much, he came closer to me and ran his fingers around my cheek. It was kind of surprising and uncalled. I was expecting pain but I was being tickled.

‘Welcome to your first punishment session, K’ he said and I didn’t utter a word, but just lowered my eyes.

He then opened the bag and searched for something, meanwhile I tried to sneak peek into it and saw almost all types of equipment I saw in that room as a cane, whips, and even some electrical devices whose purpose was still unknown to a newbie like me.

He finally took a gag, the thing he was searching for, and tied it in my mouth, so as to restrain me from speaking. Well, it’s obvious; I have already seen this a hundred times in porn videos.

‘You must know that you aren’t allowed to speak in the session but you have the liberty to shout as per your will’ he said, tying the gag on my mouth.

I know his meaning. With such torment devices used on any girl’s body, any person will beg for mercy, will cry for pity, and if that is someone like me, an inexperienced girl with a delicate soft body, I would beg for mercy in even easy whips.

‘I see you’re already changing yourself, trying to be what you are meant to be, but in that process, you already committed some mistakes’ he said and that’s understandable.

‘Few things you shouldn’t have done were to disobey me. First when I asked you to kneel, second, when I asked you to strip’ he said, reminding the wrongs I did one by one.

I nodded slowly in reply.

‘For disobeying me, I will cane your back forty times, twenty for each time’ he said and bent to take the cane out of the bag but I don’t know why, he ended with a small whip.

I thought somehow he changed his mind from cane to whip. I took a deep breath because as per my knowledge, whips are not so bad. As much as I know, whips aren’t made for punishment at all, but for pleasure. Well, seeing me relaxed, he had a small smile on his lips and I wasn’t able the get the meaning behind it.

‘I can’t cane you directly as it’s just too much pain. You need to warm up first and for that, I’ll start with this easy whip’ he told and I got Goosebumps.

‘Consider this whip as a welcome gift’ he said there it was, the first stroke into my belly.

Well, it wasn’t that hard, nor was its pain. I felt like beaten from a towel. Sir instantly looked at my face to see my reaction because I neither shouted, nor resisted. I didn’t even move from my position. Then there it was again, the second stoke below my bellybutton, now a little harder than before, but still not hard enough. My reaction was the same as before, unmoved, and relax. Then came the third on my thigh, and forth between the two thighs, and the fifth on the foot. It felt like every stoke was harder than the previous one. Then the location of the stroke started to rise through my foot towards my thighs again, then on my belly and all towards my breasts up to the neck. It was like a cycle, from neck to foot and then again from foot to neck. As a full body massage, it was a full-body whip. Well, the first few stokes weren't tough but as time passed, I could feel my belly and chest tingling, as it got whips at regular intervals. My eyes got closed on its own since the whip was swinging so near to my face. Slowly and steadily, after a couple of dozen more whips on my frontal body, I could sense a feeling of ache on my sensitive parts, mostly on my areola and nipple particularly. It was the time when pleasure was slowly turning itself into pain. I realized that I also started to make a little noise by then. Without my will, an ‘Ah..’ sound came out of me whenever the whip hit me. After beating me for another ten-twelve stroke, Sir finally stopped and looked at me. My body which had a fair complexion before, was now looking a kind of reddish. Marks of whips were also visible on my belly, chest, and thigh. I could see Sir’s face. He looked satisfied, a kind of happy in whipping me.

Well, its obvious, pain may not be necessarily a pleasure for a submissive or pet, but for a dominant, its always a source of satisfaction, happiness in other words. Seeing me moving too much, getting uncomfortable by whip strokes, he paused for a moment and came close to me.

‘It stinks, doesn’t it?’ he asked and I just nodded, as I was still gagged.

Then all of a sudden, without any notice, he twisted one of my nipples. It was so painful that I screamed with all my energy and closed my eyes. After regular whips, my nipple was already aching and now the twist. Its like salt to a wound, an unbearable torment but even after seeing me in such agony, he didn’t stop and continued twisting it right to left and the again left to right, like he was enjoying my screams. After a few seconds of that deadly experience, he finally left that nipple and looked into my eyes.

I had tears in my eyes and yes, now I was crying for real. I was living a nightmare. For a girl of my age, infact any girl of any age, that was an inhuman torment. Then he slowly moved his hand towards my other nipple with the same intent. Now I was scared like hell because the same torment would be repeated through my right breast.

‘No Sir, please, I beg for mercy’ I tried to say, moving away from his merciless fingers, but with tied hands and the gag in my mouth, none of the words came out correctly.

He then repeated what he did on my other nipple. Grabbing my hair from one of his hands, he pulled me closer and the twisted the innocent whipped nipple. Again, the pain was indescribable and so was my scream. I shouted like I was getting slaughtered but that didn’t make my Sir stop form what he was doing. He continued twisting it right to left and left to right, the cycle of torment and I kept on screaming like crazy. After a few seconds, he finally stopped and left my body. I took a deep breath and tried to collect my broken spirit and hurt the body. I could still feel his fingers on my breast. It was a real nightmare and I was wet with tears and scare sweats.

‘So, the warmup session is over. Now let's get into some real punishment’ he said and my heart which was already paced, still pounded with fear.

‘What ‘s next? The cane?’ I asked myself and I expected, he took a thin cane out from his bag.

It wasn’t a long cane, but just like a foot or maybe bigger, but it was very thin and I know things about them. The thinner the cane is, the more flexible it is, and so it will ache even more than a rigid one.

‘I call it the rattle cane, you know, because it's more dangerous than it looks ’ he said and got behind my back.

Now it was my buttocks turn and without much delay, he landed a well-powered shot on my butt cheek. It felt like a living hell, like someone has hit me with an iron rod instead, like my butt was cut by some knife. In reflex, I bent forwards and screamed with all my power but before I could collect myself, there it was again, the second stroke, even harder than before. The result was the same and the pain was unimaginable. I shouted again with all I got but before even I could try to balance myself, there came the third one, right in the middle of my buttocks. I felt like someone was stabbing my butts again and again and all I could do is shout. I shouted like never before. I don’t know when my girly voice turned like a shout of some animal. The cane kept on coming and coming and I kept on shouting with the same immense intensity. Part by part, the dangerous cane hit almost at every inch of my buttocks and upper back thigh, and like a bow, I was stretched to my last limit, without worrying about my posture or position. He kept caning me and I kept losing tears and control over myself. As time passed, I lost count of strokes, I even lost some of my voice but after a while, I realized that my buttocks didn’t hurt anymore. Yes, I could still feel the cane stroke but they weren't as hard as before. Actually, it was my hips that had gone numb due to burning torment. Now there wasn’t much pain but it felt like it was on fire, a real fire. It was burning immensely, a feeling after the body gets numb of pain. Actually, I don’t know what was happening. Was I somehow losing consciousness?

Well, seeing me shouting less, Sir finally stopped the strokes. He knew I was losing my mind so he grabbed my scattered hair and made me stand on my foot, trying to bring me back to my original position. My eyes were closed but I somehow collected whatever energy was left inside me and tried to stand on my legs again. As I opened my watery eyes and looked at him, he signaled me to take a deep breath and I followed his order. Somehow that breath poured energy into me and I was coming back to normal.

‘You're so weak. It was just the rattle cane. What would you do if subjected to the hunter’s cane?’ he commented and took out a large, thick cane from the bag and suddenly I could feel my legs shaking.

He then pointed it towards my legs and touched my vagina with it, like a warning. I was so scared that my whole body started to shake, even my head.

‘If the rattle cane is hell, what would this cane feel like. I don’t think I could survive this thick brutal cane’ I said to myself and started crying like some kid, as that cane was still between my thighs.

Then without my knowledge, something strange happened. Because of my fears, I somehow peed in the same standing posture. The worst thing was Sir was seeing me doing that shameful act. It was so irrational and embarrassing but I was so scared that I lost control of my bladder. I bet it was the first time of my life when I did something like that. I could feel my piss flowing through my sweaty thighs and foot, all towards the floor. Now even the ground below me was wet and smelly.

‘You poor thing, what did you do’ Sir commented with pity and instead of getting angry, he came closer and wiped off tears from my eyes, like trying to calm me down.

That made me realize that he too had a heart and was not made of stones and rocks. He then softly kissed my forehead.

‘Ok, I think pain is enough for today. Hold yourself, I’ll end the session with something else’ he told and left me tied in my situation.

I don’t know what's coming and how will he end this torment session. I could only pray not to end with any more painful device, because he has a variety of those in that room. Lost in my thoughts, I tried to look around the farm room.

It was empty with absolute silence. It felt a kind of creepy, scary in fact because I had to spend my nights here, on the box lying on the corner. Moreover, the box would be locked from outside which makes the scene even creepier. To add, I am still wet with sweat and my piss. After the session ends, I will also have to wash myself and that’s a tough thing considering the temperature. It cold outside but thanks for the whips and canes, I can still feel the heat on my body.

Soon Sir returned with a piece of electrical equipment on his hand. It was tiny, like the handle of a tennis racket.

‘What’s that, a whipping thing?’ I asked myself but soon figured it out as Sir turned it own.

It was an electrical shocker, not like the cattle prod but something similar to it.

‘Ok, so now I will be subjected to shocks. Well, it doesn’t matter as long as it isn't a cane’ I said to myself and prepared myself for it.

Moreover, I already had an experience of Taser from the prison, so I knew how bad these electricals shockers are.

Sir came closer and without uttering a word, masked my eyes. He didn't want me to see where I’ll be shocked. He wanted me to receive it as a surprise.

‘This won't hurt much but you can't resist shouting’ he told, laughing at his words, and there it was.

The first shock was just below my belly button and in reflex, I pulled myself back. The shock wasn’t so much but we all know how an electric shock feels, a trauma more than a pain, much like a bad surprise. Then it was again, the second one, on my upper thigh, just below my vagina. Well, that scared me a lot because an inch of mistake could get me a shock in the most sensitive part of my body and that would be similar to caning, even worse. Then the third on my left armpit. I got to say, he was again choosing my body’s sensitive parts, not the most sensitive ones but still, the delicate parts.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped for a while.

‘Ok, let's turn this into a game. Did you study Biology in your school?’ he asked and I nodded, wondering why that question was asked.

‘Ok. I’m removing your gags now’ he told and instantly removed my gags and I could feel my dropping saliva on my chest and belly.

He didn’t remove my eye mask though and I was still blindfolded.

‘Now I will shock your body parts one by one and you'll tell the names where you got the shock and thank me after it. You understood?’ he asked and I nodded as it was an easy game.

‘Wrist, Sir. Thankyou’ I said after the first shock, but he shocked me again in the very same place.

The second shock is always painful in the same place.

‘Wrist Sir, thank you’ I said again, shouting from the shock, but to my surprise, he shocked me for the thirst time on the very same spot again.

‘That was way too confusing and tormentful as well. Why was he giving me shocks in the very same place? Was I telling something wrong?’ I asked myself and quickly concluded.

‘Left wrist Sir, thank you’ I said, realizing my mistake and that was it.

The next shock wasn’t on the same spot and I understood that I had to specifically name my parts.

‘Right knee, thankyou Sir’ I said, sliding my ankles in reflex to the left and got ready for the next.

‘Left hip, thank you Sir’ I said, bending slightly away towards my right, like a dancer.

‘Ahhh…..’ I shouted loud at the next shock and bent foreword, heading my face towards my belly because this shock was the ugliest one.

It was on my vagina and I could feel the effect of that shock. The parts below my waist were numb for a few seconds. It burned and was painful as well.

After taking a deep breath, ‘Pubis, thank you Sir’ I said loudly, in the same bent posture, trying to regain energy.

Well, I could say, my pubis got numb for a few seconds.

‘Stand up straight’ Sir ordered and shocked my butts at once, as I was still bent foreword.

That resulted in making my posture right and I stood straight in reflex. I did as he commanded and got ready for the next shocker.

‘Right upper arms, Sir, thank you’ I said, tilting towards my left, getting away from shock.

‘Bellybutton, Sir. Thankyou’ I said, shouting a little because the belly is more sensitive than arms and legs.

‘Nipples….Sir….ahhhh…oh God….thankyou Sir’ I shouted in torment but before I could balance, there it was again, in the same very spot.

‘Left nipple…Sir…ahhh…God....am sorry….and thank you, Sir’ I cried, rectifying my mistake, feeling numbness on my left breast.

My eyes had masks so I couldn't see how Sir was reacting to my answers, screams, and getting shocked twice on the same spots.

‘Ok, I’ll end it now with 2 more shocks. End with a line,’thankyou for your time, it was a painful session but I deserved it’ he told me to follow with exact same words and then touched my right nipple with his device.

‘Ahh…’ I shouted again, tilting towards my left.

‘Right nipple, Sir, ….ahhhh…….thankyou’ I said and held myself for the vest the last shock.

Somehow I knew where it would end.

‘Aaaahhhhhh…..’ I screamed again, this time with all my energy, bending forward, as the shock was again on my pubis but even before I could get normal, there it was again, on the same very spot and then again, for the third, fourth and fifth time.

I thought I lost my voice because I now couldn't scream. I couldn't even breathe for some seconds after my pussy got multiple shocks. I was just bent and stretched in an awkward position that I can't describe. My mouth was open, and my body was shivering. It could feel saliva flowing out of my open mouth. It took me almost a minute to regain my senses properly. Slowly, I stood up straight and took a breath of life. The session was over and I couldn't describe how happy I was as it was over, finally, as the start of the school’s winter vacation.

‘Thank you for your time, Sir. It was a painful session but I deserved it. Thank you again’ I said the exact same words he told me to say.

Then he kissed my forehead and I could hear him leaving me alone in the room. What? I was afraid again.

‘What? He just left? Will I spend the night like this, naked, blindfolded and tied to the ceiling, standing in my own piss?’ I questioned myself but there was no one to answer but just me.

I was on my own, and to add, with tied hands and masked eyes.

‘Oh my god. Is it real? I will spend the entire night standing, blindfolded?’ I questioned myself again, after a few minutes passed silence, after no one showed.

‘Anyone here? Help me please’ I shouted, finally, trying to seek attention of anyone nearby but deep down I knew that there was no one there.

It meant that I had to spend the night like that, blindfolded and tied and moreover, standing like a statue, but what about tomorrow? If I don’t sleep tonight, how will I wake early to clean the mansion, and if not, I sure will be punished for that as well?

Thousands of questions came to my mind one after another and I was again scared like hell but soon I could hear sounds of a footstep approaching towards me.

‘It must be Suza, thank God’ I said to myself and took a breath to relax.

‘This day was so different from what I have lived so far. I hope the upcoming days would be better and exciting’ I thought as I was being untied.

I can still feel tired and pain. I need to get a nice nap before starting another day. I need to take rest so that I could look fresh to my Sir’s eyes.

‘Sleep now, K. I will wake you at dawn’ Suza said, I got into my box and laid to nap.

I smiled in reply and he closed the door of the box and so did I to my eyes.