Bondage & Punishment

London - 10 December 2010

Kris had instructed me to meet him at Euston station at 12.00 noon. I was to arrange accommodation at a local hotel for use during the day.

We met at Euston and after a quick pub lunch, went straight to the hotel. As we walked the short distance to the hotel through the busy London streets, I could not help but notice that my Master appeared to be rather deep in thought.  On arriving at the hotel we immediately went up to my room.

Without word or warning, as soon as the door closed behind us, I was grabbed and forced face down onto the carpet, my Master's boot on my back, pinning me to the floor.

Not a word was spoken between us. I was shocked & held captive, under his full control within seconds! Next thing I knew, he was astride of my body, sitting on my ass, forcing my arms behind my back, securing them with rope and tape so I was completely trapped and at his mercy.

I groaned.

'Shut it and be quiet'.

He lifted my middle slightly off the ground, placing his arms around my waist, unbuttoning the front fastening of my jeans, before forcibly pulling them down to my ankles together with my underwear.  He firmly slapped my exposed ass.

I felt a tug at both boots, as they came off my feet with my socks. My ankles were quickly secured with tape, then lifted and tied to my wrists.  In no time I was completely hog tied, unable to lift myself or move anywhere.

Master informed me I was to be left like this for awhile, whilst he popped out to make some urgent phone calls. He placed a Lycra hood over my head so I was completely blacked out. After he’d checked to make sure I could breathe easy and wasn’t in any danger, I heard the room door slam shut behind him.

I lay there, a prisoner in my room, unable to move or see anything, clinging to the hope that my Master would return soon!

My mind drifted back to that fateful day in May when I’d first met Kris in London. I’d secretly felt turned on by the fantasy of being in this situation, and now I was living it, and it seemed real. I was experiencing life as his Slave.  Here and now, even if I wanted too, I was unable to escape!

I heard the door open, hoping that it was Kris.  Again, not a word was spoken as I felt his boot on my back. Next I felt a sensation that I instantly recognised as the pin wheel used during my induction at the dungeon last month - tormenting my entire body... back, ass, legs, arms, crotch and balls!

Unable to wriggle or squirm, I groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure, knowing I had to take what he had planned for me. As the pin wheel teased my ass and tender balls, my cock hardened, pressing onto the floor beneath me.

When the rope securing my taped wrists and ankles was eventually removed, my feet fell to the carpet.  I was lifted from the floor onto the bed, his hands around my chest, supporting and lifting me from the waist up, then my legs, as I was pushed into position facedown with my head close to the pillow, and my feet at the foot of the bed.

'It’s time for punishment, Slave'.

My ass was thrashed hard with 6 lashings of a leather paddle, followed by 12 strokes of the cane.  Although ordered to count every stroke, I soon lost count as the strokes followed in quick succession. 

‘What number are we up to, Slave?’

‘I’m sorry Master, I’ve lost track of counting, I’m sorry.’

Instantly I felt Kris's hands on my ass as he tugged at the worn denim jeans, ripping them apart together with my white underpants, leaving me completely exposed.

I was further punished with an additional 6 hard strokes followed by 6 more paddle thrashes.  Needless to say, I remembered to out count each remaining stroke correctly.

‘Remember to count properly in future, Slave.  I do not expect to remind you again.’

'I will not forget anything again, I promise, Sir'.

The light hit my eyes as the hood was removed.  I watched as my Master lighted a white candle, sensing what was to follow. I gritted my teeth and waited for the first droplets of hot melted wax to land on target.

Still throbbing from the rapid punishment administered just minutes before, I felt the wax fall onto both ass cheeks for what seemed an eternity. I begged for mercy as each drop landed.  My pleads were met only with silence.

Hands still tied, I tried to lift myself slightly, without success.  The candle was eventually extinguished and my punishment continued with a further 10 cane strokes, as the solid candle wax broke away from my skin with the severity of each stroke, falling onto the bed sheet as well as the carpet below.

Untying me, Kris ordered me off the bed onto the floor on all fours.

‘See all that wax on the floor?  Get to work & pick up every bit with your fingers'.

I started picking up each individual piece of wax, not an easy task, as the smaller fragments had sunk into the pile of the carpet, making it difficult to lift them out with my fingers.  This was no fun!

To make things more difficult, my bum was booted and spanked as I struggled to collect every piece of wax in my hands. At one point I dropped several pieces and was criticised and reprimanded for my clumsiness and stupidity!

Once I’d completed my task, I was told to sit on the floor to listen my Masters plans.

I was, in the New Year, to be fully trained as his' Dog'.  I had little idea what this might involve, though my mind was blown by the thought of the humiliation of becoming a dog, crawling around on all 4's at my Master's feet, existing as an animal for any period of time decided by my Master.  I couldn’t believe I’d have to come to terms with such humiliation and degradation.

'We’ll start today.  There are four basic commands you need to learn to perform, both instantly and correctly, whenever I tell you’.

1 - HERE;

2 - SIT;

3 - STAND;

4 - PRESENT.

Each command demanded a different doggie position of presentation to my Master, and for that matter, anybody else he decided to humiliate me in front of:

HERE -to present in front of Master, paws under shoulders, hind legs wide open, chin up;

SIT - to sit knees wide open, paws between legs, keeping a proud and upright position;

STAND- legs slightly open, knees off ground, paws under shoulders and chin up;

PRESENT- Arse in the air, shoulders on the ground, knees wide apart for Master's easy access to the dog's balls, cock and arse.

It took some time to get familiar with each position, though by the end of the training session, my Master was satisfied with my performance. I was told to practice these commands over the next few weeks in his absence...

Next I was dragged to the floor and ordered to lie on my back.  Standing over me, his legs astride of my head, Kris lowered himself so he was almost sitting on my face.  

My eyes focused on the crotch of his jeans just inches above. My tongue wanted desperately to lick the tight denim as my hands clung to the curve of his ass. I lifted my head trying to reach ... as Kris lowered himself further, until my mouth was buried in his crotch. I rapidly licked the sexy denim covering his ass as my hands groped his thighs.

'That's what you want, isn't it, Boi'.

'Yes Sir', I gasped excitedly.

He undid the fly of his jeans, removed his stiff cock, and forced it into my mouth. My own cock became rock hard, still in chastity from the previous 7 days.  I sucked his hard cock as he pushed himself back and forth, reaching my top of my throat.  I was desperate to shoot my load.

He lowered his jeans, and next placed a soft rubber ball gag into my mouth, thus restricting the movement of my tongue. Again he sat on my face, but frustratingly, my tongue was unable to reach between his ass cheeks.

'Next time, you may get more Slave, but for now... just wank yourself off '.

As I did so, my eyes fixated on his sexy crotch, I groaned with sheer pleasure as I shot my load for the first time in 8 days.

We enjoyed several drinks together and agreed a date for our next monthly meet in January 2011. Before parting company, I was given a small task. 

I had to buy a tube of heat rub pain relief cream and bring it with me next time...

Unfortunately for me, I failed to remember this simple task, and I’d live to regret it come the New Year!