Chapter Nine
Reprisal, Chastity, Edge Play & Denial
I received a text message on 8thJuly:
‘You’re to report to me in Manchester at 4pm on the 20thJuly for an overnight session. You’ll be dismissed the next morning, securely locked in chastity with the padlock for which I hold the only 2 keys...
As you’ll be unable to break chastity, your sex life will be fully under my control until you return to me in Manchester 4 days later, on 25th July for a further 2 days...
You can expect some strict discipline and punishment at both sessions, and during the later session, I’ll also be joined by a very good friend of mine...
I expect a response confirming your availability within the next hour - Kris’.
Unfortunately I didn’t pick up the message for a couple of hours. I confirmed my availability and apologised for my late response. I received no reprimand for my late reply, so assumed that my apology had been accepted.
The only reply I received was an order to return to the field where I’d lost my sock the previous month, find it, and bring it with me on the 25th.
The grass had grown a lot, it had rained a lot. The field was muddy. I desperately searched in the acres of long grass for over an hour on my hands and knees, but couldn’t find the elusive sock!
On Tuesday 12th July I received another text message:
‘You’re going into chastity at midnight tonight, so if you want sexual relief you’d best see to it by 11.55pm. You’ll then stay in unbroken chastity until you report to me next Monday - Kris’.
Part 1
Manchester – 20th-21st July, 2011:
I arrived in Manchester at 4.00pm, and immediately contacted Kris to inform him of my arrival. I was to check into my hotel and he’d meet me there in the bar at 5.30pm. He expected me waiting there on time with his drink – Whisky & Coke.
I was at the bar on time with his drink by 5.25pm. My mobile bleeped. He had arrived.
We had our usual friendly greeting and chatted for awhile socially. I had no indication that anything was wrong. Kris suggested that we finish our drinks and go up to my room. I agreed.
I opened the room door and walked in, my Master following close behind me. The door closed and I asked what time he wanted me to arrange evening dinner. He didn’t reply.
I gasped with shock as I was instantly grabbed from behind and thrown to the floor. I struggled helplessly as he sat on top of me, removing rope from his bag, and immediately tying my wrists together behind my back.
He turned around and my boots were thrown off, my jeans and pants were down in seconds, tugged off and thrown aside, then my socks, and one sock was forced into my mouth as a gag.
Naked from the waist down, I felt more rope being bound around my ankles. Taken completely by surprise, I tried to question as best as I could with my sock still in my mouth.
‘I’ve got a couple of issues to settle with you over the next 6 or 7 days. This is just the start!’
I didn’t question his statement. I’d learned from experience that it was best not to!
I was lifted onto the bed head and shoulders first, and my legs were dragged into position. Pillows were forced under me, lifting my naked ass high and vulnerable. I suspected that for whatever reason, punishment was imminent!
The sock gag dropped from my mouth and I yelped loudly as two strokes of the cane landed firmly on my ass.
‘I sent you a text message on the 8th July asking you to respond within the hour. You failed to do so, and I do not accept your excuse. You will now accept your punishment, and learn to respond to my messages as instructed. Understand’?
‘Yes Master, I understand Sir, I’m sorry for not checking my phone earlier. I will check it regularly for any messages in future’.
‘I could give you 60+ strokes of the cane, a stroke for every late minute, but I’m in a good mood today so I’ll halve that to 30 +. You’ve already received 2 strokes, so I’ll settle for the infliction of another 30 strokes, which will all be firm and hard. Do you think that is reasonable Slave’?
‘Yes Sir, very reasonable thank you Sir’.
‘Right answer bitch. You are to count off every stroke from one to thirty, understand slave?’
‘Yes Sir’.
‘I’ll go slowly with the first 10 strokes. The next 10 strokes will be rapid and in quick succession. The final 10 strokes will again be administered slowly’.
The sock gag was pushed back into my mouth.
‘Do NOT drop it again - now count off every stroke as best you can so that I can understand you’.
I heard the cane swish through the air towards its target, crying out as it landed.
‘One Sir, thank you Sir’….
‘Two Sir, thank you Sir’….
‘Three Sir, thank you Sir’…… …… ……
‘Nine Sir, thank you Sir’…..
‘Ten Sir, thank you Sir’.
‘Right Slave, now for the rapid bit of your punishment. Don’t try and thank me after every stroke, just count them off, understand’?
With my sock gag still in place, I managed a stifled ‘Yes Sir’!
‘One two three four five six seven eight nine... AAAARGH!... TEN SIR, Thankyou Sir’.
The final 10 strokes were inflicted with a short pause between each. Again, I was to count off every stroke and thank my Master for each one.
‘One Sir, thank you Sir…. Two Sir, thank you Sir…. OUCH!.. Three thank you Sir’, Four Sir, thank you Sir…. ‘Five Sir, thank you Sir’…
‘Seven Sir, thank you Sir’
‘Can’t you count Slave’?
‘Sorry Sir?’ I replied, confused
‘What happened to Six, Slave’?
‘I’m sorry Sir, I must have lost count’.
‘Then we shall have to start the final 10 strokes again Slave, as a means of teaching you to count properly, ready’?
‘But Sir… Sorry Sir, yes Sir’.
‘One Sir, thank you Sir’…. ‘Two Sir, thank you Sir’…. ‘Three Sir, thank you Sir’….. ‘Four Sir, thank you Sir’…… ……. ……. ‘Ten Sir, thank you Sir’.
‘Right then Slave, just to give you a bonus, I’m inflicting 10 rapid thrashes of the leather whip. I do not expect you to count them, just thank me when I have finished, and tell me what you must do in future’.
I cried out as each lashing landed on my already sore ass, and my sock gag again dropped from my mouth onto the bed. After the 10th lashing, I thanked my Master for my punishment, and promised again to check my mobile for messages regularly during the daytime in future.
My wrists and ankles were untied and I was then informed some new Slave equipment had been acquired for me since our last session in June. The following equipment was removed from my Master’s bag and shown to me before being fitted to my body:
1. A heavy metal ball and chain with a heavy duty clasp which was immediately fitted around my left ankle.
2. A two-part iron Slave collar with 2 padlocks for locking together around my neck.
I was then my Master’s Sub in irons and felt totally humbled and as I was ordered to kneel at my Master’s feet and clean his boots with my tongue.
Before heading out to the hotel restaurant for dinner, my ball and chain was removed from my ankle. The iron Slave collar however, was not going to be removed. I was to dress for dinner, with my Slave collar still in place around my neck.
I felt extremely humiliated but knew that I had to accept my Master’s wishes. He had the keys to the 2 padlocks and was certainly not going to produce them now.
I dressed in my jeans, boots and a collared shirt, which fortunately did provide some cover around the Slave collar, but it was certainly not completely obscured especially when moving my head, causing my shirt collar to shift revealing the iron collar beneath.
Before leaving my room, Master asked if I was pleased with my new Slave equipment. Naturally, I had to appear to be pleased with my new image and thanked him for the trouble he’d gone to in order to enhance my lowly status as his Slave!
He gave me a sly grin, before opening the room and beckoning me to lead the way down to the restaurant for evening dinner.
We enjoyed dinner but I was constantly aware of my appearance at the time, and tried not to move my head more than necessary, not wanting to humiliate myself in full view of the other people in the restaurant.
As we walked to the lift after dinner to return to my room on the 3rd floor, Kris laughed and complimented me on my courage to endure the ordeal. I thought to myself – what choice did I have? As his Slave I had to be prepared to suffer such humiliation!
Once we were back in the privacy of my room I was ordered to strip naked and the ball and chain was refitted around my ankle. I was informed the ball and chain would remain in place throughout the night and not be removed until I left his company the next morning!
I was ordered to prepare a drink for my Master. I walked to the bathroom to wash his glass, dragging the ball and chain along the floor behind me, rattling and clanging noisily on the hard bathroom floor. I was also still locked in chastity.
Kris relaxed to enjoy his drink, whilst I sat on the bed to await his next move.
‘Are you feeling horny Slave’?
I replied ‘Yes Sir, very horny and frustrated sexually, having been in chastity for the last 8 days’.
‘Good. I am going to give you the opportunity to relieve your frustration now. Lie face down on the bed and start humping the mattress, but you’re to remain in chastity. If you manage to climax, you’ll be lucky, but I want to watch you try’.
I grasped the opportunity to try it, despite the humiliation of being watched by my Master as I tried desperately hard to achieve an orgasm. After a few minutes demonstrating how difficult it was to achieve my goal, I was given some encouragement. He stood by the side of the bed, thrashing my ass with the leather whip, as I rapidly humped the mattress, thus adding to my humiliation. After several more minutes, I was told to stop.
‘You’re obviously not going to do it, are you Slave’.
‘No Sir, I replied’.
‘Well, I am going to give you the opportunity to break chastity for awhile this evening, providing you agree to the following conditions... You will go back into chastity before midnight tonight, and then remain in chastity until your return next Monday. I shall hold both padlock keys, so you’ve no chance of breaking chastity whilst away. You’ll be allowed to play with yourself this evening, but under no circumstances are you allowed to climax. You’re to be trained on bringing yourself to the edge of climax only. If you fail, I’ll lock you in unbreakable chastity for a month, no exceptions. Do you accept this favour Slave’?
‘Yes Sir, but may I ask why I am not being allowed to cum’?
‘I gave you the opportunity to cum earlier, but you were unable to achieve it, so as far as I’m concerned, it’s an opportunity lost and you’ve only yourself to blame. Understand Slave’?
‘But Sir’…..
‘No but’s Slave, do you understand’?
‘Yes Sir’.
‘Good. I’ll unlock the padlock and remove the chastity device. Then go to the bathroom and shower down, I’ll be watching so don’t try anything behind my back’.
The chastity device, and the ball and chain were removed and I was escorted to the bathroom. I showered and soaped myself down with no privacy.
Soon I was back on the bed and the ball and chain were attached to my ankle. My cock and balls were subjected to torture as my cock was lightly beaten with a paddle, then the pinwheel was used on my balls. My Master’s hand gripped my cock and balls firmly and started to twist them as my body wriggled around on the bed trying to cope with my suffering.
‘Right Slave, now you’ve had some light torture, now play with your cock but don’t shoot. When you’re close to climaxing, stop immediately, understand’?
‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’.
I was horny… really horny. I started to masturbate. It didn’t take long before I felt close to the edge, so had to stop. My Master squeezed my nipples hard, making me groan and lift my body from the bed. He let go and I relaxed again.
‘Now start playing again Slave, and don’t forget to stop when you need to!’
I started to masturbate again as my Master stood over me on the bed, removing his boots and placing one foot firmly over my mouth and nose, forcing me to sniff the well worn sock that he’d obviously worn for several days. I became even hornier as I sniffed and groaned with pleasure, continuing to masturbate, but slowing down frequently to avoid climax.
I was now becoming both excited and frustrated but knew that I had to respect my Master’s instructions. I stopped again and asked for a break.
We paused for a few minutes and enjoyed a drink before I was ordered to play again.
Kris removed his jeans and pants and gagged my mouth with tape, restricting the use of my tongue. He asked me if I was comfortable with breathing and I confirmed that I was fine. He stood astride of my head and sat on my face.
I could easily have cum instantly, but still had to control myself no matter what.
I begged for him to change his mind, but he was already handing me the chastity device and insisted it went on immediately.
I had to allow my cock to soften before locking it away for the next 4/5 nights. I was extremely frustrated sexually, but glad to have been put through the experience as an excellent test of my self control.
Next morning, Kris double-checked making sure my cock and balls were securely locked-up. We dressed and went downstairs to the restaurant for a good English breakfast.
Soon after I was sent on my way, and reminded that he’d expect to see me again the following Monday at 6.00pm. Next time I'd also get to meet his friend.
Part 2
Manchester – 25th to 27th July 2011:
I was to be ready to receive my Master and his friend Nick in the hotel reception at 6.00pm. I received a text message from Kris to inform me that they were on their way. I hadn’t met Nick before, but knowing that he was a good friend of Kris, this reassured me that he would be a decent guy.
After I’d been introduced to Nick, the three of us went to the hotel bar for a drink. I was impressed with Nick’s friendly character and soon felt relaxed. As soon as they’d both finished their drinks, Kris asked me for my room key. He left me in the bar for awhile whilst he went with Nick to my hotel room, assuring me someone would be back for me shortly. Meanwhile, I was to stay in the bar and wait for his return.
I decided on another drink while I waited, and started to wonder what was in store for me this time! I kept looking towards the entrance to the bar, not knowing how much longer I’d be kept in suspense.
My Master returned and beckoned me to follow him to the lifts. As I’d expected, he wasn’t interested in any small talk as we travelled up to my 4th floor room, so we stood in the lift in total silence.
Before the room door was opened, I was instructed to close my eyes until told otherwise. I heard the door being opened and was pushed inside. The door clicked shut behind us. With my eyes still firmly closed I was guided into the room, and ordered to kneel on the floor. My wrists were tied together and I was then given the instruction to open my eyes.
I saw 2 booted feet in front of me, obviously Nicks. My Master, who was standing behind me, pushed my head downwards and I was ordered to clean those boots with my tongue.
‘I want to see those boots shiny clean, so I can see my reflection in them Slave’.
Without looking up at Nick, I replied ‘Yes Sir’ and started to lick the left boot around the toe cap, then around the laces, then the sides and finally stretching round to the back of the boots around the ankle and heel.
‘Put some effort into it, I want the other boot cleaned as well Slave’, said Nick.
‘Yes, OK Sir’, I replied.
My Master lifted my head and pushed me to the 2nd boot. I repeated the deep clean of the 2nd boot with my tongue, and felt my Master booting the crotch of my jeans. He then spanked my ass and reached inside to grab my balls as I worked hard on Nick’s boots.
When they were both happy the boots were satisfactorily cleaned, I was told to lift my body upwards from the floor. My Master unfastened my jeans, yanked them down to my ankles, removed my boots and then pulled the jeans off, throwing them to the floor.
My ass was spanked through my white underpants, my crotch and balls were again grabbed by my Master. Off came my underwear which was also thrown to the floor, so I was naked from the waist down.
‘He’s got a nice ass, hasn’t he Nick’, said Kris.
‘Yes’ replied Nick, ‘but I’d like to see it a lot redder’.
‘We’ll soon see to that’, confirmed Kris.
Wrist and ankle restraints were fitted, as well as the ball and chain to one ankle, and the heavy iron Slave collar around my neck.
‘So where’s your sock?’ asked my Master.
‘Somewhere on the carpet I presume Sir, wherever you’ve thrown it!’
My ass was firmly slapped with a wooden paddle.
‘Not that sock you stupid sub. I want to know where your lost sock is, the one I ordered you to find and return with today’.
‘Oh, that sock. Sorry Sir, I couldn’t find it!’
‘What do you mean you couldn’t find it? Didn’t you even look for it properly?’
‘Yes Sir. I did, but it was several weeks after it was lost, somewhere in the dark. I had no idea where it was in such a large field, it had rained a lot since, the grass had grown and it was quite muddy. I crawled around on the grass on my hands and knees for over an hour, but there was no way I could find it, so eventually I had to give up’.
‘So why did you not report back to me and tell me that you hadn’t found it, when I had given you clear instructions, Slave?’
‘I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t think!’
‘Really, you didn’t think?’
‘No Sir’.
‘I gave you firm instructions and you didn’t think. More like you hoped that I would forget about it, am I correct?’
‘No, not at all Sir, I suppose I must have forgotten about it afterwards. I’m sorry Sir’.
‘When I give you instructions, I expect you to carry them out properly despite the situation and conditions. You do not simply forget Slave. You’re gonna regret this right now with some hard punishment!’
‘Please Sir, understand the problem I was faced with. I had virtually no chance of finding the sock, so please accept my apology this time’.
‘That’s another bad move you’ve made Slave. You do NOT question my decision on punishment at any time, remember’.
‘Sorry Sir, I forgot’.
‘You’re forgetting a lot, aren’t you Slave. Well, I can assure you, I shan’t be forgetting your punishment, to be inflicted by both Nick and I without delay’.
Nick and my Master discussed my punishment knowing full well that I could hear every word. I was to be thrashed 30 times on my naked ass, by both of them at the same time. Kris would inflict punishment on one cheek and Nick would deal with the other.
Pillows were placed under my stomach to lift my ass high, and my legs were spread wide apart. I felt the tip of the cane tickling my balls between the tops of my legs.
‘Ready for this, Slave?’
‘Yes Sir’.
‘I have been punishing you now for some 8 to 9 months, so I want you to show Nick how I’ve trained you to take your punishment like a man. I know you can take it Slave, so show Nick just how well you can take it’!
‘Yes Sir’.
‘If you take it well like I’ve trained you to, you’ll be granted a reward later from both of us, but you have to prove yourself first, bitch’
I wanted that reward, no matter what it was!
I was paddled in turn by both lads with wooden and leather paddles, and as usual had to count off every time. Kris worked on the left cheek and Nick on the right cheek. I somehow managed to count them off correctly, and my Master was impressed with my reflection on his excellent training skills.
‘He’s got a nice red ass now’, remarked my Master. ‘Let’s give him something to eat for good behaviour’.
My mask was removed and I was ordered onto all fours, ready for my food to be dished up in my dog bowl. I saw a peeled banana lying in the bowl then looked at my Master.
‘Mash it up with your nose before you eat it, Slave’.
I looked at him again with a blank expression.
‘Get to it then, let’s watch you get your face in the bowl and mash that banana!’
I obeyed and bent over to mash the banana as instructed. I felt totally humiliated as I tried desperately hard to mash the banana to pulp, listening to them both laughing and jeering at me to increase my degradation. I was then ordered to eat it all without any spillage onto the carpet. I did not succeed and some mashed food banana over the edge of the bowl.
‘Present’ demanded my Master.
I got into the present position and lifted my ass high. ‘Six strokes of the cane for clumsiness Slave.’
I took all six strokes, thanking my Master for each one, as Nick watched over me, holding me down by my shoulders. I was led on my hands and knees into the bathroom and told to bury my messy face in the toilet. It was flushed to clean my face before I was left to finish cleaning myself up, and told to wait at the bathroom door.
I waited patiently whilst Kris and Nick relaxed with a drink. Nick eventually came over to collect me. I was escorted over to the bed and told to lie with my head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the headboard. My ankles and wrists were secured to each corner of the bed in a spread-eagled position.
Nick started gently massaging my chest which was quite relaxing and enjoyable, but his touch gradually became firmer as he started working on both my nipples, harder and harder. I started to groan with pleasure and pain!
Then my Master produced a pair of metal nipple clamps and these were instantly applied to my sensitive nipples. Again, I groaned with a mixture of ecstasy and torment!
To add to my torture, they both used pinwheels to torment my body all over – up and down my legs to my crotch, over my chest and stomach, down my arms, on my cock and balls, the crack of my ass, then down the worst possible place of all … the soles of my feet!
Had it not been for the restraints holding me down to each corner of the bed, I swear my body would have hit the ceiling! I screamed and begged them to stop, but begging to stop only encouraged them further.
‘Time to undo those nipple clamps now, watch his reaction Nick’, taunted Kris, knowing how I dreaded the sensation of having them removed, which is worse than the pain experienced when they’re pinching the nipples.
My reaction was as he predicted.
‘AAAARRGGHHHH!’
Nick found this most amusing and had a good laugh at my expense.
‘Good Slave’, commented my Master. ‘I am proud of you, as you are serving me well’.
‘Thank you Sir’.
‘I reckon it’s time for your reward, I know you’ll enjoy this...’
Standing behind my head at the foot of the bed, my Master removed his jeans and sexy underwear.
‘Open your mouth Slave, take my cock in your mouth, all of it’.
I opened my mouth wide, I was eager to take it. Kris rammed it in fast until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
‘Come on Slave, take it all. Up and down the shaft of my cock with your mouth, but make sure you do it gently bitch’.
I obeyed with pleasure, before being presented with his firm balls to lick and suck. Then his cock went in again, and I sucked to my heart’s content!
He withdrew his cock, turning around to sit on my face. He slowly lowered himself over my nose and mouth.
‘No licking … yet!’
I wanted to play with my cock but my hands were still secured to the corners of the bed. I felt Nick grab my cock and balls and he squeezed them firmly as I sniffed my Master’s ass.
‘Now use your tongue Slave’.
I groaned with sheer pleasure as I rimmed that ass with my tongue.
‘That’s good Slave, you’ve done well tonight. Now you can suck Nicks cock’.
My restraints were removed from my wrists and ankles. I was ordered to turn around and get on my hands and knees to face Nick, who was standing at the foot of the bed.
I took his cock in my mouth and sucked hard, then licked and sucked his balls as one hand slipped behind him and groped his ass and crotch.
‘Come on Slave, suck that cock harder, show me what a good cocksucker you are, and maybe I’ll let you have it again sometime!’
‘Thank you Sir’.
My session with Kris and Nick was over. I was given time to shower and dress before the three of us went to the restaurant for evening dinner with an expensive bottle of wine, making what I thought would be an excellent conclusion to the evening.
Little did I know my Master had other plans...
Nick left for home and Kris and I returned to my room. Once inside, Kris informed me that he was going to go out quickly to get some cigarettes. He took my room key for his return, leaving me to relax on the bed lying face down. I fell asleep.
Sometime later, Kris returned and I awoke as he opened the door.
I had expected us to relax for the later part of the evening, but soon learned otherwise.
I was still lying face down on the bed when my Master grabbed the waistband of my jeans, lifting me off the bed slightly to reach for the fastener and undo the zip. Without a word, my jeans were firmly tugged down to my feet and thrown to the floor. Then my socks were off again, followed by my pants, and finally my top was yanked off over my head.
Naked, I was forced off the bed and down onto all fours on the floor, then forced to walk as a dog into the bathroom where my head was again pushed down inside the toilet.
‘Stay there while I get undressed and don’t move’, demanded my Master.
I sensed him standing over me and felt his hot piss raining down on the back of my head, deep down inside the toilet bowl. I had served him well earlier, but now I was being totally humiliated!
With my head dripping wet, I was dragged on all-fours into the shower and told to remain where I was at the base of the shower cubicle. My Master stepped into the shower, standing over me as he closed the shower door. The shower was turned on and with me, his sub, beneath him he started to shower himself clean.
Using his leg, he pushed me to lie on the base of the shower, pushing his foot into my mouth, making me suck his toes, as the shower water cascaded down over his body and down his legs to reach me. I sucked his feet, washing them clean with my tongue, then lifted myself up to suck his cock and rim his ass as the shower water continued to cascade over us. Eventually the shower is turned off.
‘Stay there’.
My Master stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel, disappearing into the bedroom to dry himself off. Only then was I given permission to dry myself down and get ready for bed.
We had coffee to reflect on the evenings activities, had a good laugh and eventually climbed into bed as the light went out on a good evening.
The next day we parted company after breakfast, but not before I was placed back into chastity. I was to meet him again at 3pm to return to the dungeon we’d visited two months earlier, for some more intensive BDSM training.
The dungeon experience was later described by Kris as worthwhile. He was now satisfied with my ability to respond favourably to the pressures of being held captive whilst being subjected to intensive torture and punishment within a dungeon environment. He had a clear indication of my ability to cope with the situations he was planning for the future.
On returning to my hotel room in the evening after dinner, I was released from chastity and allowed the pleasure and sexual relief, that by now, I wanted so desperately.
After breakfast the next morning, we made plans for the following month of August, before saying our goodbyes. I headed off for the station, feeling satisfied with my performance as his Slave.
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