Of course the last and major test for My
new slave michael was the whipping!
Like before, I told him that he was free to
refuse being cuffed and chained, but if he’d allow, the moment he’d be cuffed
there would be no more way back for a whipping beyond his limits! he agreed to
fully surrender to Me and My sadism and a minute later, he was cuffed and
chained at the business end of My whip! I call it often like that, but lately I
heard a better name for it: the “male end” in contrast to the handle that can
be referred to as the Female’s end. The end held in the hand of a Female!
I took a rather long black snakewhip that I
had brought out of My bag and uncoiled it in front of michael.
I told him that I liked to use this kind of
powerful whips and I explained that they do the work on their own with a
minimal amount effort on My part. That it could induce maximum pain and
eventually damage soft skin with just a flick of My wrist.
I positioned Myself some two meters to the
rear and slightly to the right of My new slave.
The first lash only was to check the
distance and it exploded like a rifleshot in the air only a few centimeters
away from michael’s head. Then, I toyed a bit with him as I throw about ten
full-cracking strokes in his direction. The sound they produced was deafening
in the confined room and scared the living daylights out of him.
Then, finally and without further warning,
I drew My right arm backwards and upward and arced the whip towards the
hapless, inescapably bound victim in it's trajected path. A whirring noise accompanied the leather lash
as it sailed through the air, followed by a hissing whistle and a fierce,
resounding crack as it struck home with full force. The cracker impacted directly between the
shoulder blades on previously unblemished flesh. An inhuman scream filled the
room.
"One!" I shouted when his
screaming subsided.
“and it was a good one!” I added
triumphantically when I saw that it had already broken michael’s skin. Tiny
trickles of blood immediately appeared where the leather had made impact,
creating distinct red stripes.
With the second hit, he screamed even
louder and started crying, asking for mercy, but not to stop!
So I let the whip fly overhead again and
when it was about to fully extend, I deftly flicked My wrist. The cracker cracked
like a rifleshot. Another scream, more crying!
For the next few minutes, I twirled the
whip high in the air and sent it sailing towards the defenceless body about
three more times. Each time, the popper exploded with a vicious, resounding
crack, I got more and more excited and I realized that I had to control Myself
from not whipping him to shreds.
While whipping him, I fantasized that I
could effortlessly lash a male to death with a bullwhip just like the one I had
in My hand and I not sure but I think I experienced a kind of mini-orgasm while
whipping My new slave.
To My delight and at the same time
disappointment he begged Me to stop after ten or so lashes. Delighted because I had whipped him until he
had broken but also disappointed because of the fact that the whipping was
coming to its end.
I let him repose for a few minutes while I
went back to the bar to have a drink.
When I came back I asked him whether he
still wanted to become My slave and eventually risk and endure a whipping like
he had just received. Without hesitation he confirmed.
I told him that his choice pleased Me and
that from now on he could consider himself as My slave and I summoned him some
rules he’d have to take into account from now on. Then, I finally released him
from his bonds and had him clean up the room and freshing up himself. I again
went back to the bar where I had a chat with another Domme while her slave
tongue-cleaned My boots. When Michael came to the bar afterwards, I ordered him
to do the same with her boots so that in the end we both had perfectly cleaned
boots at our feet!
Normally it would have been him who had to
pay for all of it, but since he is just a poor unemployed guy, I paid the bill.
he kissed My boots again to thank Me for that and after finishing My tea, I
said goodbye and left the club.
Since michael had travelled by train and
bus to get to the club, I allowed him to ride back home with Me where he met My
24/7-slaves marc and jan.
From now on I will simply have to call for
this new gorgeous young slave anytime I feel like toying with him!
Lady Contessa Pat
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