Chapter Three

Punishment & the Working Sub

Part 1:

London - 8th to 11th January 2011.

I received an email from Kris confirming arrangements for later in the month.  I was to be used as 'Slave Labour' and given the task of painting his living room walls. The first line of the email, however, took me by surprise:

'Have you done what I asked of you'?

Christmas and New Year had been and gone, & I’d completely forgotten what he’d asked me to do. I tried desperately hard to remember, but couldn’t. I was becoming increasingly frustrated, especially as I’d assured him only last month that I wouldn’t forget things in future. How was I going to admit I’d failed again?

There was no way out. I had to admit the truth ... I had forgotten his instructions! I sent my response and awaited the reply...

As I expected, Kris wasn’t impressed that I’d failed to remember his one simple instruction. Just two weeks into January and I’d started the New Year with a black mark.  I knew I’d suffer for it. I asked for clarification, none was forthcoming. He was going to deal with this his way.

A couple of days later I received a further email. I was told to go out and to buy a tube of heat-rub pain relief cream and await his further instructions. This failed to kick my memory, but I obeyed and bought the cream, with no inkling of what the purpose was. His next set of instructions came later that afternoon:

At 10.00pm you’ll remove your jeans and pants, wash your balls with warm water, then to apply just a little cream to your balls and rub it in.  You will text me then to confirm you’ve obeyed, as well as to confirm the effect and length of time you’re able to cope with the consequences...

Within seconds of rubbing the cream into my balls, a warm, mild heat sensation began to develop.  At first it felt quite pleasant, although very soon the heat intensified.

I was able to cope with the reaction for about 5 minutes, by which time the hot burning sensation had began to subside. I sent him a text message confirming my experience. He replied within seconds:

Try it again, this time rub in more cream.

I obeyed and sent him another text message confirming this. Again the burning sensation developed, this time more intense, but I was able to endure the effect for the five minutes or so it took to subside.

I confirmed my experience by text again.

'One more go,' came his reply ... 'and this time make sure you rub in a decent amount'.

Again, the effect developed quickly and more intensely, though I was still able to endure the sensation.

Kris, impressed with my tolerance, instructed me to repeat the exercise the same time the following evening, but not before shaving my balls of all pubic hair.

I sent the text message at 10.02pm the next evening, confirming I was preparing for my shave. I was reprimanded for texting 2 minutes late. I apologised!

I carefully shaved my balls, before feeling them with my right hand. I remember thinking how clean and smooth they felt. I informed him that my shaving was complete.

Apply a generous amount of the cream and rub it in firmly.

Within seconds, my balls felt as though they had been skinned and set alight... I wriggled on the bathroom floor, groaning as the sensation became more and more intense! I was in agony, aware that my Master was waiting to hear from me but unable to think straight enough to text.

Several minutes passed.  My mobile bleeped. I pulled myself together enough to read his latest text message:

'Well??...'

‘My balls are on fire, aaaggghh'.

His reply was surprisingly sympathetic, reminding me of the agreed stop word, if I felt I couldn’t take any more.  He advised me to apply some sunflower oil to relieve the burning sensation.

I declined. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of forcing me into submission.  I would take it like a man!

I endured the sheer agony until it subsided, and sent another text to confirm.

'Now rub some more in, Slave '.

If I was going to prove my inner-strength and not be beaten, I had to do it. I removed the cap from the top of the tube, squeezed some more cream onto my fingers, took a deep breath and carefully rubbed it onto my already sore ball sack.

This time there was no build up.  My concentration was obliterated by the total feeling of fire burning my balls. So intense was the agony that I couldn’t even think about texting my response, so I pressed the call button on my mobile.

Kris answered immediately.

'Hi how are you doing, are you ok?'

At this point I was grovelling and squirming on the floor, with one hand holding my mobile to my right ear.

'No - I’m not ok', I gasped, taking some very deep breaths between speaking.  'My balls feel as though they are burning away'.

'Good,' he replied, giggling in amusement to himself, in satisfaction and delight at my ordeal. 

'This is your punishment for forgetting what I asked of you last month, so you just go ahead and grovel and squirm Boi, but remember what I tell you in future. When you’re able, take a warm shower and get yourself straight to sleep.  Be warned though Slave, I haven’t finished with you yet... I’ll see you next week, at my place'.

Part 2:

Manchester - 19th to 20th January 2011.

We met for lunch and a catch up in my hotel bar at 1.00pm after which the conversation progressed onto the subject of BDSM.  I took the opportunity to apologise again to my Master for my loss of memory after our last session.

'You will be sorry' was his response to my latest attempt to bring the subject to a conclusion.  I quickly realised that as far as he was concerned, I wasn’t yet forgiven.

At 2.00pm we left the hotel and walked the short distance to his apartment, close to Manchester city centre. I was shown the room to be decorated - all 4 walls were to be painted with white emulsion.  The walls also needed to be washed down beforehand.

I was told to strip naked and to put on a pair of fairly transparent white disposable overalls, allowing me little privacy.  As I stood naked about to step into the overalls, my cock stiffened.  I went to touch it.

'Leave your cock alone' he demanded, ' You haven’t got time to play around with that'.

I obeyed.  Immediately climbing into the overalls, I pulled up the flimsy front zip from my crotch to my neck, ready for work.

The first wall was completed in fairly good time, so I was confident I’d complete the task with little or no problem. I moved on to the next adjacent wall, surrounding a set of patio doors leading out onto a balcony.

As I painted the wall overhanging the patio doors, my brush slipped and fell, spilling and splashing the white emulsion paint onto the wooden floor, door frame and glass.

I hoped Kris hadn’t seen this, but he was soon on top of me as he pulled me down to floor level by the scruff of my neck.  I was forced into my punishment position, on hands & knees, my chin just above the ground and ass held high. The thin white overalls were ripped apart, exposing my ass ready for another thrashing.  Before I had time to collect my thoughts, I heard and felt the cane as it swished through the air, landing on my vulnerable ass, time and time again.

'You stupid sub, I will not tolerate sloppy and careless workmanship. What do you say Slave'?

'I'm so sorry Master, I cried, ‘the brush slipped'.

'Don't let it happen again Boi.  Now get back to your work and clear that mess up'.

'Yes Sir'.

Feeling totally humbled and humiliated, I cleaned up the spillage with a wet cloth, before continuing with my work. At 6.30pm, I was told to finish up and return to my hotel room for a shower etc.  Kris would meet me at 8.00pm for evening dinner in the hotel restaurant.

Before leaving, Kris informed he would have a friend with him when he arrived at the hotel. His name was Daniel and he would be eating and spending the evening with us, but not staying overnight. I decided against asking why.

'OK Sir'.  I made my journey back to the hotel to shower.

Kris and Daniel arrived just after 8.00pm. After brief introductions by Kris, we moved into the restaurant for a meal. I became slightly nervous, as I began to wonder what Kris had in store for the evening.  

Upon finishing our meal, Kris asked me for my room key. He explained he would take Daniel to my room and return sometime later for me. I trusted Kris with regards to his honesty, but as I waited patiently for his return, my heart began to pound.

I wasn’t kept waiting long. Kris returned, alone, within a few minutes and ordered me to follow him. I tried to make friendly conversation to relieve my nerves, but Kris wasn’t interested in any form of chat.  We made our way back up to the room.

No sooner was I inside, Kris pushed me in front of him and the door slammed shut behind us, with no chance of escape. 

Kris & Daniel forced me to the ground.  Daniel, a strong muscular lad, pinned me to the floor, whilst Kris stripped me naked and secured me in bondage with ropes and tape.

With my Master sitting astride of my body, my legs were raised up and locked behind his arms.  We stared each other out as he looked at me threateningly from above, whilst Daniel lashed into my arse from behind with a leather whip.

My pain barrier was soon broken as my pain became pleasure, knowing this was total ownership by my Master aided by Daniel as his assistant!

As Kris forced me up onto my knees, I watched as Daniel unfastened his jeans, lowering them to expose his large tackle.

Kris took hold of me by the back of my head, demanding I open my mouth and accept Daniel's huge cock, standing erect just inches from my face. I wrapped my lips around the tip of Daniel's cock, sliding my whole mouth over the shaft until it reached the back of my throat.

‘Suck it properly Slave, unless you want more punishment’ ordered Kris.

His hands gripped my head firmly, controlling it's movement back and forth as I worked hard sucking Daniel's cock.  My hands gripped the back of Daniel's legs before moving upwards until I was groping his firm ass cheeks.

'Hey - what are you doing playing with my ass, Slave?’ said Daniel, ‘I never gave you permission to touch me there did I?’.

'I'm sorry Sir, I just lost control', I replied.

’You will be sorry before I leave here tonight, I shall make sure of that.  Meanwhile just keep sucking like a good bitch, and enjoy knowing that you’ll be severely thrashed for your unauthorised pleasure as soon as I order you to stop!'.

Kris confirmed he was in full agreement with Daniel's decision and would be holding me down during the proceedings.  Meanwhile, I took full advantage of the situation, sucking Daniels cock with pleasure.  I continued to grope his ass cheeks with my hands for what must have been several minutes.

'Now stop, and get into position for your punishment Slave', demanded Daniel.

I reluctantly let go of Daniel and got into my punishment position. My Master locked my head between his legs, firmly holding me down by my shoulders, as Daniel got into position behind my ass.

'That ass of yours is nicely presented for punishment' remarked Daniel, making me fully aware of my vulnerability.

I heard a leather whip swish menacingly through the air as he practised his strokes, gritting my teeth in anticipation of what was to come.

One by one, I received 24 lashes, counting every one, apologising frequently for my lack of self control. As I struggled, Kris tightened his grip even more, demanding I stay still.

As Daniel finished, I was forced to the floor, and made to grovel at their feet and beg for mercy.

Daniel packed his bag and left.

I was left in the room with Kris for the night, but I wanted more than to sleep.  I was denied any further form of pleasure as additional punishment for my failings.

As we got into bed & turned out the light, Kris reminded me that he was my Master. The only thing he wanted to do at this time, was to discuss gaining more control over me whilst we were apart.  Kris explained what he had in mind:

I was to be locked into chastity for lengthy periods of time!

Kris informed me he’d already invested in a chastity device for me, and this was to be fitted the next morning before I returned home.

I went to sleep wondering how long I’d be expected to remain in chastity, beginning to realise that my Master was gradually gaining total control over my sex life. Although this seemed a little daunting, my cock responded well to the thought of being controlled by long term chastity!

The next morning, my chastity device was fitted and locked securely with a padlock. I was given a key, and told to experiment with the device for a few days, before my lengthy periods of chastity were to commence in early February.

Minutes after Kris left my hotel room, I received a text message from him.

'In the bathroom you will find a glass of piss'!

I drank it before returning to my Master's apartment to complete my decorating task.

As soon as I arrived, I quickly changed back into my ripped overalls to continue with my work. I’d finished the easy part and now had to cope with painting around the edges of kitchen cabinets etc. I covered the worktops with an old sheet, but somehow the inevitable happened...  as white paint splashed the dark-grey kitchen worktop.

Before I had chance to wipe the surface clean, Kris pulled me down into my punishment position on the floor, with my ass held high. My white overalls were ripped apart further, completely expose my ass.  I was given 12 strokes in quick succession, as I yelped and struggled with every kiss of the cane on my red-hot ass.

‘Stop struggling and take your punishment willingly’.

In order to avoid further punishment, I had to learn to work more carefully.  I completed my task by lunchtime, thankfully without any further screw-ups.  I started to strip off my overalls.

'What do you think you are doing, sub?' asked Kris.

'Getting changed Sir,' I replied.

'Did I say you were finished for the day, or tell you to get changed'?

'No Sir,' I admitted, standing completely naked, apart from the chastity device gripping my cock & balls.

I was immediately led to the bathroom and ordered to clean the bath, basin, toilet, mirror and floor. I was to work stark naked on my hands and knees, standing up only when absolutely necessary.  Kris placed a bucket of cleaning materials on the floor in front of me and told me to get to work. 

I cleaned the bath thoroughly, followed by the basin, the mirror, and eventually the toilet. I started cleaning inside the bowl, but my head was forced downwards onto the white porcelain.

I heard Master unfasten his jeans as he stood astride of my body, my head still down inside the bowl.  Next I felt my Masters piss as it showered the back of my head, cascading round to my face and down into the toilet water below.

This had to be the most humiliating and degrading experience of my life, though it felt appropriate for me, as a slave to my Master.

I was ordered to clean myself up & to finish the job in hand.  Kris expected to find the toilet and the floor squeaky clean upon completion.

I toiled on my hands and knees, scrubbing the tiled bathroom floor.  The chastity device clanked and rattled, as the padlock repeatedly hit the cock-shaped plastic that imprisoned my cock.  I’d not been able to touch myself for hours!

Upon finishing, I was desperate to break out of chastity to relieve my frustration.  Kris examined my cleaning skills, admitting I‘d done a good job. I begged for permission to be released from chastity, but permission was denied. Kris explained no matter how much I begged, my chastity was not to be broken yet.

Reluctantly, I got dressed as we discussed our arrangements for February.  We were to spend two nights in Bristol, and I’d be ordered into long term chastity beforehand.

I received a text message on my return train journey to London: 

‘Thanks for all your hard work.  I’m very pleased with the result’. 

I smiled to myself, sat back and relaxed.  All my wildest fantasies were fast becoming a reality!

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