Retribution on "the slug"

Slave Don told his long-time Mistress, Mercury he was leaving, that his B&D days were over and he was no longer her slave. What a joke! Within a few weeks passing she'd heard he'd returned to see another Mistress. He said he had wanted to come back as her slave but, ashamed at his weakness, he had avoided Mistress Mercury and gone to someone else. A feeble excuse!

She knew he'd come back begging for forgiveness for his cowardly deceit. When he did, she would ensure he got his just desserts, really suffer for her, so he'd never be so stupid as to stray again. Sure enough his email arrived. A grovelling email calling himself a slug or lower for his behaviour and of course, looking for her pity. Slave don was slug don!

He scorns Mistress Mercury then he wants pity!

She chuckled as she thought of her reprisal.

She would be understanding of his crime, until his arse was sticking up in the air and his forehead was pressed against the slate floor of the dungeon, then her understanding would vanish.

No forgiveness until his bum was burning red and his cock bruised and battered. The only reward suitable for stupidity. Any pleasure given would only be an instrument to inflict further pain until finally she would fuck him up the arse as he sung her praises. He always did at the end.

She gave him a big enema - one and a half litres and waited for him to crawl back from the shower. Of course the session was entirely hers to design. She was the painter and his mind and body were her blank canvas. Slugs had no creativity anyway...They just exist and now his existence would be put to the test... He had no say in her proceedings... except "Mercy" which she knew he would avoid. He'd want to please her, especially when he'd disappointed her so much.

Hooded and cowering on his knees, his cock was already at attention. If he went flaccid that meant he was really hurting and that was good. For today he was going to taste the Dragon - a cane that breathes fire with every stroke of its thick bamboo shaft... She would build him up to it and after reaching the Dragon cane she would then use another instrument to ensure he would actually beg for even more pain.

She started with the slaps to warm him, then the paddle then the crop. He whimpered and said sorry with every blow but she told him she felt no sorrow or pity. He cried out and flinched so he got a little erotic stroking of his raw arse until she could hit him again even harder. Finally the beautiful thick Dragon cane was brought out and she bent her elbow and hit his cheeks firmly. He took her blows with a pleading sorry. She relented after a few strokes and allowed him to finish.... but she knew the worst was yet to come

She suspended his arms above his head and took out her crop. Down came the crop on his erection. He screamed as she continued raining blows on his shaft and he danced like a startled rabbit with each blow

"Why are you caning my cock?" he asked. "You've never done this before"

"You need it slave" she said "and I want it to go down."

Slowly his cock shrivelled to its flaccid state as she persistently hit it.

Kalis bracelet is the ultimate cock torture device. When applied to the flaccid penis there is no pain but as the member grows the spikes dig in and cause excruciating burning pain. Pain can be inflicted by any method of arousing his cock. Her sensual touch became an instrument of torture and any blow from crop, paddle or cane that decreased his erection gave him relief. Pain would become his saviour and any sexual pleasure, his enemy.

She had him immobilised in a cruel cycle of heaven and hell. She pressed her mouth to his nipples or stroked his scrotum or pressed her breasts against him As his cock became hard he would beg her for blows to his bottom so his cock would retire to its useless state and his penile pain subside. She delighted in using the sexual power of her body and her poor slave's lust against him.

After a while she got bored with his position and fastened him on his back on the rack, the bracelet still wrapped around his prick. She tied a thin cord further around his scrotum and cock to increase his fear of imminent castration. The slave panicked "mercy" and asked for the tie to be released but then, realising his Mistress would be displeased immediately asked her to tie his genitals up again! She climbed onto the rack, straddled him backwards taunting him with her arse in his face and played with his cock in cycles. Each cycle was terminated by his screams and then blows to his thighs till his cock gave soft relief. Finally she decided he'd had enough and released and untied him. Her slave stood passively by the rack as she decided what to with him. 'Slave I was going to wrap you up in pallet wrap totally, put you on the ground like a slug, expose your bottom and fuck you up the arse but I think instead I'll make you a slimy slug in the sling - your favourite perch. You will last longer there!'

She ordered him into the sling, wrapped his arms to his sides and his torso to the sling, and then wrapped each spread-eagled leg to its shackle. With his black hood he looked like a half-split liquorice. She got to work on his arse and lubed him up. She took out a large black butt plug and fucked him with it. He swung rhythmically as his fuck-hole swallowed it again and again and his cock celebrated with its hardness. The slave groaned with pleasure as he felt each thrust of the plug but then she stopped. Mistress put a long glove on her left arm and began to explore him. Her fist slowly entered his rectum and then she stroked his cock with her other hand He grew hard until suddenly the slave called "mercy". It was a moment before she realised what he'd done. The greedy slave had tried to delay his orgasm. But she alone controlled him. He had no say in it. She ordered him out of the sling and, because of his disobedience, denied him any release. After all, do slugs have orgasms anyway?

PS: slave don has since sworn his faithful and sole devotion to Mistress Mercury under penalty of permanent relegation to slugsville.