by Sometimes one must discipline a slave harshly who needs attitude adjustment due to her lack of understanding her role, or for not following instructions as commanded. Novice slaves tend to fall into these pitfalls more than experienced ones. Punishment should never be done out of anger, and before and after the punishment, it should be explained to the slave why it was done.
An incident came in to my mind with one, who was very pretty, and young (over the legal age) who had the attitude that had to be changed. Her mind-set was full of herself, “I am young and pretty. I can get away with it attitude.”
She was nude, as required to be in my presence. I blindfolded and gagged her. I led her by her leash over a piece of thick plastic. She was barefoot. I explained to her she will understand the plastic sheet later on.
Told her to lie on her back, with her legs pulled back over your breast, hands are cuffed under her knees, and spread wide apart. Ensuring that her delicious sexy ass and pussy were exposed fully for me. I let her think about the unknown but imminent punishment for about a good half an hour to ponder on the possibilities. The unknown punishment can be terrifying but also invigorating in her mind to ponder at all the possibilities, knowing well what I was capable of doing.
I would pick my riding crop, one of my favorites to dole out punishment, and start cropping her ass cheeks and after each stoke I would count out loud and hit her on her pussy lips after each second swing. By about the tenth stroke, welts started to form on her ass cheeks. I stopped at twenty. She was reminded that she was my property to punish as I liked and not to disobey me. I’ve also told her “we just began!” She was moaning from the pain radiating from her delicious ass checks and pussy and noticed some tear drops dripping slowly from under her blindfold.
Next, I would crop the underside of her feet, aka falanga or bastinado. I just wanted to punish her so when she stood upon her feet it would really hurt, but still leave her the ability to walk. After I thought the number of strokes would do, about ten on each soles I stopped. Went to the kitchen. She loved ass play. I wanted something that would give her something more to think about and picked a ginger root. Peeled the skin off about half way of the root that was about three inches long and about almost an inch in thickness. Inserted it her ass hole halfway. A little innocent vegetable can give a lot of pain, it will burn… She squirmed and tried to scream from the feeling, but she was gagged, her face distorted from her pain and muffled screams. Her tears now started to flow more rapidly. I reminded her once again, “we are not done just yet!”
I returned to the kitchen and grabbed a hot long green pepper, and cut off a good two inches from the end, to expose the flesh of the pepper close to the seed core. I licked it to ensure it was hot, and it was very hot, just perfect for my devious punishment. When returned, I rubbed it on her pussy lips first on the outside then progress towards her inner lips. She was now screaming so hard that even gagging would hardly muffle it, and was sobbing, and I could hear her almost begging for mercy. She was squirming from the pain, in fact she pissed herself! Now it was very clear why I placed the plastic sheet on the floor. I told her now that she pissed herself, she will have to lick it up, once we were done. And also warned her if she would relief herself with excrement, I would rub it all over body and let it dry while she was lying in her position! I left her and walked back to the kitchen, and got a couple of ice cubes to rub them around her pussy and her swollen welts on her ass to cool them of a bit, and left them on her crotch to melt and flow down slowly to her pussy lips and the crack of her arse. By this time she was besides herself. Trembling I thrust my fingers into her vulva deep several times and she started to have deep orgasms after another, in a to subspace where pain crossed over to pleasure. I pulled my fingers out and left her for about 45 minutes to get back to her reality.
Upon my return I undid her hand cuff, removed the blinders and the gag. Her pretty face was a mess, puffy from crying, and now she had to do one more task, before she could get to the shower to clean herself: lick up her piss from the plastic sheet.
I asked her “did you learned your lesson?” and continued “you got off easy in the Roman times, and even in on the plantation fields, slaves got tied to a pole or tree and they got whipped so hard on their backs and front that they bleed like hell, and left unconscious for a day or two. Perhaps even branded with red hot irons, not following commands or disrespecting their Masters. That is how disciplining a slave was done!”
She replied very quietly, “Yes my Master!”
I continued, “I hope my young slave your attitude towards me your as Master will improve, understanding your function in clarity is to obey and by that to please me. No disrespect ever towards me, only compliance in your submission, from which you gain your joys by being selflessly giving yourself to me to be used as I see fit. I strive for our relationship under My authority and to be healthy, clear, livable and empowering in order to provide essential excitement, training, growth and learning experiences for you, my young slave. Your obedience is expected, and not negotiable.”
Moral of the story
The 50 Shades of Grey romantic BDSM fiction that so many women read and believe in totally ruined the Master/slave relation. Many think that looking pretty is enough and they can make all kinds of demands because of that fact. That is so wrong in M/s. Being a slave is never about herself, or her needs for luxury goods and waited on hand and foot by her Master. It is about her compliance in her submission pleasing her Master. Disciplining a slave is a must as many novice young and inexperienced older slaves simply do not get it. Unfortunately, many who actually do understand tend to be way too old, used up and rejected by several Masters with only God knows what emotional damage or physiological issues. Apart from that, around 45, the female menopause sets in which will drive anyone crazy.
For me, owning a slave is more than just to fuck her in 3 holes nonstop. This can be very boring after a while. I want a slave who truly bonds in her body, mind, and soul, regardless of the distance between her and me, several thousand miles, or just mere inches from me. It is still the same mental and physiological bond. While the sensation of pain is powerful, instructive, destructive or liberating, the real bondage is in her mind, heart and soul. That is what I want and offer to my slave, by showing her patience, but at the same time to correct her way through disciplining a slave. I want her to be proud of her slavery, and not just remain a fantasy. Actually, it is hard to trust. It is not easy to stay focused on the idea that she is property, but she gives it up all Rights about herself to her Master. I have to be responsible for her well being, to protect her and give her incentive and desire to obey and serve Me, to go further and further in her development, deeper in her submission to give the joy of reaching subspace.
