Slave of Many Guises - I - Pain Pet, Sensation Slave

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Last night, a lot of things happened, all of which I greatly enjoyed. I did a lot of things to my slave, and transformed him into many states including my pet, a whipping practice target, a dog, a piece of floor (always a firm favourite of mine), and finally I turned him back into the straight-up hardcore masochist that he is.

On went his pet collar and leash - this is a collar which doesn’t invoke the heavy protocol described a few entries prior. I was feeling like the rules would get in the way tonight. With this on I am his Goddess and Owner but he is free to move or do as he likes (provided he obeys me as well). And obviously like all pets he can only go so far with a leash on.

I started by getting out his floor rug, which is mentioned in the protocol (which needs expanding due to the many new states we have created and counted). I told him he was my pet and my sensation slave in my deepest sultry voice and he sat on his rug next to me and hugged my legs. To warm him up I had him kiss my legs in their stripy fetish stockings very slowly all the way down to my schoolgirl-style shoes. When he eventually got to my shoes it was time to shine the babies up good and proper. I directed him first to the strap, to lick the buckle, then the top area of my foot that was exposed in the shoe, the topside, then around to the side, to the back of the heel (where I made him stay a good while), then finally to the other side. I told him licking the dirt off the soles would be a special treat for after he survived the ordeal of being my practice toy for a good whipping and flogging session, and that then I’d take him on a nice relaxing walk in the garden.

My pet asked if he may try wearing the prickly penis sheath and I agreed. It was a fun little struggle trying to get it on, but I succeeded in the end. Then I told my pet my plans for him - legs and hands bonded together with him bent over the couch, I would first warm his buttocks up with a vigorous slapping. Then I would give him 10 of my absolute best from the purple lexan cane (of doom!), then 100 lashes of the light flogger - some on his butt and upper legs and some on his shoulders, and finally, 30 kisses from one of my favourite things, the single-tail bullwhip. As the bondage was applied I told him how cute his white butt looked and how it was my blank canvas which would soon be prepared and then be turned into a work of art. I would be taking before and after pictures.

I made him count and thank me for each blow. This is a cliche I have read many a time in BDSM stories and so was reluctant to try it, but I found it to be great fun. As a side note I found it kept communication between us open and so there was much more dialogue, some of it very entertaining for me! The lexan cane packs quite a punch and my slave pet really fears it; I gave him 8 instead of 10 blows from this, but little did he know I would add 6 more of my hardest blows at the end. I took my time with the first 8, rubbing the cane over his buttocks and verbally pondering where I should strike, sometimes playfully asking him if he’d prefer it “here or here?” (to which he replied with a shudder). I tricked him by tapping the cane on one spot of his buttocks and rubbing it there, then pretending to get ready to hit that spot, only to whack him full force much lower on the top/back of his legs. His reaction to this kind of thing is priceless and I began to laugh as my sadism began to surge through me like electricity.

When I switched to the flogger I said I would count them. I got to about 30 and totally lost count, so giggling I told him that he would have to count after all. I made him start back at zero and began a rapid figure of 8 over his now reddened buttocks. The lashes were falling much faster than he could count - and he was counting as fast as he could which in his masochistic haze wasn’t particularly fast. When he reached the number 80 (and had probably received 200 or more blows), I stopped and did the final 20 as deliberate, harder blows to the shoulder, alternating for symmetry’s sake.

His butt and upper legs were cooked now so smilingly, I knew how much more painful the single tail was going to be. I rubbed his buttocks sensuously and gave each reddened side a soft kiss to draw the nerves out of their shells a little. I placed a pillow on his lower back so it wouldn’t receive an erroneous blow.

Sometimes I miss or deliver the blow weakly with the single-tail so the cliche came out about “only counting the good ones”. When he was honest and didn’t count a blow which fell badly I told him he was a good boy and rubbed his cheeks. Most lashes struck home true, more or less where I was aiming at, and I moaned and cooed with pleasure. Each blow was done in a variety of ways, with lots of pausing and pondering by myself in preparation for each strike. I used my left hand and my right, sideways and downward blows, some by flicking the cane, cracking it into his butt, and some by pulling it taut and releasing it as I made the throw.

The sounds that came from my slave from each blow sounded like the babblings of a lunatic - gibberish syllables flowing out sometimes like someone speaking in tongues, mixed in with sorrowful or drunk with pleasure “ahhhhahhhghhs” and the like.

There were 2 ‘bonus tracks’ which were a surprise for him. The lexan came back for six more of my utterly hardest slamming blows. I really talked it up with him and dragged out the anticipation for each one, pausing to jiggle his balls with the cane and my hands, producing more delightful gobbledygook vocalisms from my pain pet. I concentrated on the area of his legs under his buttocks, telling him how sexy and sensitive that area is. I managed to break the cane - it has snapped inside the handle. Damn!

Finally I did a bit more ball and butt kicking, but it was mainly just to wind down. The last kick to his balls was kind of rough though. I told him I’d be taking a run-up and kicking it like a football. I made several fake run-ups where just the sound of my shoes approaching made him flinch and quiver with anticipation, then I would lightly and slowly press my shoe into his balls and laugh at his horror. When the final blow came proper, shock, pain and surprise melded into one moment and he was a moaning heap for a few seconds.

I sat down when I had finished. I was a exhilarated and felt like I had just conducted a symphony. “How do you like being my practice toy?” was answered by a dropping to my feet and licking, kissing and groveling that was more satisfying than any words. As he mumbled “Thank you, Goddess” into the top of one foot, I brought the other shoe down on his head and pressed on it in victory. Then I revealed my soles to him and he knew what to do.

The music stopped. This whole scene lasted around 70 minutes, since the CDR which I put on before I started had just stopped. “What does it taste like?” I asked mockingly, the silence now revealing his slurping sounds. “Like dirt, Goddess”. “You’re eating all the dirt I’ve walked in, aren’t you? Licking all the places where I have walked. I think that’s a fitting reward for enduring that for me, don’t you?”