Mistress Ezada returned from the cabinet with a crop in her hand. She stood above me silently and I could hear her bending and testing the crop in her hands. Eventually She said “Now slave lets see some slave training positions, you should have them learned off by heart, you are allowed to look at me and follow the signals”. With this she made a downward gesture with her hand from top to bottom and also opening her palm. I knew this was the waiting position, so I knelt down head bowed hands out in front of me. Suddenly I felt a quick succession of blows from the crop on my exposed ass, very painful. “That is not correct slave” shouted my Doamna, “the palms of the hands should be upwards, otherwise this defeats the whole purpose of this position, the power exchange and flow of energy from above to below. It is a simple thing, palms always facing upwards, not a good start slave”! I knew my Doamnas slave training positions were important to her, so I felt badly I had already messed them up.
She walked again over to the cabinet and I heard her again returning with another implement. “I was going to give you a light cropping to start but I am not happy that you already have failed Me, you must suffer more for the Goddess to make amends.”…”Yes sorry Doamna, I stammered”..She slapped me hard across the face about 3 or 4 times, “you address Me as Stapana now slave, you have been collared remember, no longer a devotee, now a proper slave in training”….”yes Stapana”, I blurted out, starting to tremble, this beautiful woman meant business, no messing around, I would suffer alright as she predicted! She stepped over to me and attached nipple clamps to both nipples, the pain was dull but endurable. She suddenly twisted both clamps and a bolt of pain shot through both nipples. I was in agony. “Ha, ha good boy, just makings sure you are alert, if I feel you drifting off, I will shock you back to reality”! I bowed my head in pain, focusing on the boots of my Stapana….”look at me now slave”, she again raised my head so our eyes met, I could see her beautiful dark eyes gazing into my very soul. She could see the mixture of longing, pain, confusion and shock in my face. “You are just a male robot as it stands slave r, your slave cock is dictating your every move, I will train you to move beyond that and think with your mind for me, not your cock head, so instead of the crop you will now receive a full whipping”. She untethered my leash from the throne and walked me over to a whipping bench, all the while pointing at her boot and heels, I tried as best I could to lick them as I followed Her across the room.
I was tied arms spread, head forward and ass exposed, I had never been whipped before and hated pain, but was determined to suffer for my Goddess. My Stapana, walked behind me, I could smell her delicious perfume and mixed with her latex catsuit gave off an unusual intoxicating smell. She leant in and whispered into my ear…”Are you trembling slave? I think you are, you should be afraid because I am going to whip you now and cause you real pain, I am an expert and can leave marks or not depending on the subject. Would You like me to leave marks on you slave? I prefer it, and You want to please Me do you not?”….I was shaking but managed to reply “Yes Stapana, please mark me I am your property and when away from you the welts will remind me that I am owned by You.”….”Oh good boy, by the way I wasn’t really asking….I order never ask! “…She moved away but at the same time grabbed my balls in her hand, and gave them a small twist and at the same time twisted the nipple clamps again, I screamed in pain as both nipples again left like they were on fire. Then I heard the voice of my Stapana, She had positioned herself towards the back of the room ….”I want you to count the lashes slave, after each stroke you must say the number, if you don’t I add 5 more lashes, and if you don’t call out at all I start from the very beginning. I have all night and can whip you for as long as I choose, this room is sound proofed”…I could detect my Stapanas voice had changed, She was very excited at the prospect of whipping me…..”yes Stapana, I will count the lashes as You administer them, please be gentle with me”….”No I will not be gentle slave, it is time you cried real tears and suffered, if you want to bask in the glow of the Goddess You have to make an offering. Your offering is pain my slave r, no more talk”. With that I heard a swish through the air and the first lash hit me across back and buttocks, I gasped but managed not to cry out, the pain was excruciatingly painful and the welt stung, I even managed to blurt out “One…”. Then the blows rained down and my Stapanas arm flashed through the air landing blow upon blow down on me, until finally at 20 she stopped, the last few lashes I had cried out loud, my back stung in a patchwork of welts yet I felt oddly exhilarated, the endorphins must have been kicking in. Also I had a raging hard on, I assumed my slave cock would have shrivelled up in fright at any hint of pain, but here it was throbbing away, purple glans gleaming, twitching away almost with a mind of its own. My Stapana approached and as I heard her heels clicking over the floor I physically started to shake in shock. She again cupped my slave balls in her hand and ran the other hand tenderly across my back., I was quiet, my head bowed. “Slave r you did well, your first whipping at my hand, cherish the memory well”, she grabbed my face in her gloved hand then and turned my face to hers, our eyes met, Her beautiful dark Eastern European eyes staring through me as usual with a look of triumph, haughtiness yet a trace of tenderness,…. my eyes, confused filled with pain, suffering and humiliation. I could tell my Stapana was excited and aroused by my suffering, this meant more to me than anything, SHE was turned on and pleased. “But no tears yet my slave, the Goddess requires tears and I said I would make you cry, you understand what this means slave r”? …”no Stapana” I managed to whisper……” It means slave that your ordeal is far from over, I am going to beat you until you cry real tears for me, do you like that slave”? … “No Stapana, but if it makes You happy and if it is what is required to bring me closer to You i will suffer it, please train me further Stapana”. … “Good boy, now before the beating continues I want to reinforce a few principles again. “Who owns your cock slave”? …..You do Stapana? It is your property… …. “Correct answer, good boy” She replied…..” And who do your balls and mouth belong to”?……I replied “to you my Stapana, they are yours to do with as You please”…..She replied “Good boy now your other hole. , your tight little asshole, that is mine also to do with as I see fit, any time, day or night”?…..”Of course Stapana, You own my ass”. ….. “Good as expected, I want to take your anal virginity later so I want to open up your slave hole beforehand” with that I felt a lubed gloved finger violating my asshole, probing my rectum, slowly moving in and out. Three days before I was kneeling licking this wonderful woman’s boots at work, now She had her finger up my ass beyond the knuckle searching for my prostate. My cock started to shrivel slightly. She slowly fucked my tender virgin slave ass with her gloved finger for about a minute, then She said “Do you like that feeling slave? Being violated anally like that? Do you feel like a whore, my slave whore” …”it is an unusual feeling Stapana, I am not sure”…..”you will learn to love it slave and you will beg to have my dildo and strap on deep inside you, now clean yourself off my finger”. She quickly withdrew her gloved finger and put it in front of my face, I took it in my mouth and licked it clean, obeying her order, it tasted of latex, lube and my own ass juice. At the same time I felt her shove some type of butt plug up my ass, it kept my slave hole dilated,. i had completely lost my hard on by this stage. Stapana was now satisfied, She took her finger out of my slave mouth, glanced at my flaccid Cock and laughed.
She then took a flogger and administered 10 quick whacks to my upturned arse. The pain was intense and by the tenth stroke I was sobbing…..”at last real tears” I heard my Stapana whisper, “Good boy you have suffered enough for the moment”, she untied me from the bench , took the leash in her hands and gently guided me onto my knees. She pointed at her boots gently , and I delicately licked each heel and toe. My back was a criss cross of welts and every so often my wonderful Stapana would tenderly run her hand over my back in admiration of her own handiwork. The adrenalin was flowing through my body, I felt drugged, a natural high overriding my painful back and the uncomfortable feeling of the buttplug right up my asshole.
After a little while Stapana lead me back to the throne and tethered me to the ring again, I knelt there quietly head bowed, She reached down and took the buttplug out of my ass, she gestured with her fingers and again I opened my slave mouth and cleaned myself off the buttplug. I heard my Stapana go over to the cabinet again and again I started to tremble
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