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Retribution Four days had passed since that pivotal night, that night when i decided to defy Her, and absolutely nothing had happened. That night after staring rebelliously at the surveillance camera i rose slowly off the boy's cock that stretched me so splendidly, turned my back and walked out of the room wiggling my wet ass. What more could i do to provoke Her? i had expected to be bound in that gloriously humiliating position and whipped the next day. Yet nothing happened, nothing. Perhaps the camera was broken, the video tape faulty, who could tell? i was scrubbing the upstairs toilet that Saturday afternoon when a groom came up to me and commanded me to follow him. Like all grooms at the Studio he carried a leather quirt and i moved quickly not wanting to test his patience and take a lick on my bottom or thighs. We moved down a corridor and descended the stairs that led to the first floor punishment room where i had witnessed the beautiful boy's debasement. Louise was busy at work. Trussed to the bench was a red haired freckled slave girl with a sassy look about her. Louise was caning the soles of her feet with a bamboo rod, the normal punishment for a runaway. She stopped for a moment to address us. "I'm having a cocktail party tonight, Diego," She said to the groom, "and I may have some use for Fancypants." She turned to me and said, "Go with Diego and follow all his instructions." We were then dismissed and walked to a grooming area in the back of the mansion. Over the next few hours, i was given three enemas, two caustic solutions that burned like a hot poker and then two quart rinse of warm sudsy water that resulted a crystal clear expulsion that earned me a pat on my bottom and a smile from Diego. i was bathed in a huge hot tube, scrubbed with soft bristled brushes, and carefully shaved with a dangerous looking straight razor that he ran slowly over my balls and between the cheeks of my ass. i've always found being smooth a very sensuous experience and when my cock stiffened he didn't seem to mind at all. He weighed it in his hand, gave it a little stroke, and smiled at me. "Come with me," he said, "I'll make you pretty." i was led to a mirrored area where Diego painted my eyes with green mascara and plucked out my stray brows. He sprinkled my body with glitter, painted my nipples with an aluminum colored rouge, and oiled my balls and anus. i felt lovely, delirious! He knelt down and for a brief moment i thought he might take me in his mouth. But the groom produced a red leather cock ring and stretcher, it was the type most often seen on pony boys , the type that allowed a Master to snap his crop up between a frisky pony's legs and manage the animal. He carefully snapped the ring in place and stretched my balls gently till the one band could be attached. i was gloriously sexy and alive. Next he produced leather cuffs of the same color for my wrists and ankles and a head harness with a huge red rubber gag that expanded my mouth and caused me to drool. Diego turned me around towards the door, "March," he said and for the first time i realized that it was already night time and guests were arriving. my knees actually got weak as i neared the punishment room. Finally, i was going to live my fantasy, fulfill every one of those wet dreams, and suffer a humiliation that few have enjoyed. Diego ordered me up on the bench, tethered my wrists, then spread my legs wide and back to the wall the way Louise had bound the beautiful boys. my cheeks parted wide and i felt my anus pucker. How could i be such a slut?! Diego polished my balls and my anus with a soft cloths till i shined like a beacon. She'd come soon, wouldn't She? She'd come with Her hard wooden paddle and that huge phallus that seemed so comfortable between Her legs. All the guests would share my disgrace, all the Dominants would nod approvingly when i screamed and any slaves present would pee in their panties at the horror. Of course they would and i would lower my eyes and hang my head in shame. But the minutes passed. Guests walked in and out of the punishment room with cocktails making idle chatter about the internet, growth stocks, and cell phones. Not one approached me. There were no deprecating comments. No rude fingers pinching me nipples. Not a single slap. It was as though i did not exist. i wanted to scream, but the gag stuffing my mouth silenced me. i caught a fleeting glance of Louise hugging the guests and smiling that smile that enslaves everyone. She was dressed in a school girl fetish, a green plaid skirt, white socks, and Mary Janes. She could have passed for seventeen; She was every boy's dream in a training bra and clingy cotton panties. The hours past as i hung opened and unnoticed, till finally somewhere between two and three in morning the guests departed and Louise entered the room. The cruel scowl said everything. "How dare you try to manipulate Me?!" She shut out the lights and locked the door and i was left alone to cry till dawn. A brute of a man came to claim me. He was thickly muscled, dressed in filthy gabardine, and smelled of chicken fat and garlic. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. "Use him, as you will, for six months," Louise directed, "Don't be gentle." And as he walked away, i say the wood from the punishment bench burning behind the barn. my fantasy was over and my day of penance had begun! He walked a long way to a small cottage deep in the woods. It was a squalid, filthy little building, not fit for humans. When he put me down, i looked around the dimly lit room. Hanging on the wall was the most evil looking discipline instrument i had ever seen. It was a prison strap fashioned from three and a half feet of flexible mustard colored leather and riveted to a stout wood handle. It was wide enough to kiss every millimeter of a tender male bottom, perhaps eight or nine inches, and worn frighteningly smooth. i knew what had to be done and walked to the strap to remove it from its mooring. When I turned back around he had the glazed look of someone who had not possessed a boy's ass in a very, very long time. i knew why Louise had chosen him. He would be crude and vicious of course, but She capable of delivering my beatings and i in fact feared Her paddle far more than that of any man. Here in the squalor there would be none of the feminine guile of the Studio. No beautiful Louise, no divine scents, no rustling of silk stockings and it was those sights and smells, and sounds that made my punishment bearable. i extended my arms to him offering the instrument, then i lay over the arm of a dirty overstuffed chair with my knees on the seat and my forehead brushing the floor. It was the type of proper presentation that Louise would have demanded. He began slowly, enjoying the sight of my quivering buttocks. "you have a pretty white ass, it will be prettier scarlet," He said, then delivered a blistering licking that built with a maddening crescendo. If i was ever beaten like that before, i can't remember when. But i didn't dare move. There was my penance and Her decree and it was deserved and just. The supple strap landed hard and fast, punishing both my buttocks till my rump burned white-hot with pain. "Whip me thoroughly for what i've done, Master," then i cried a litany of "Thank you's" with my flesh shimmering. When finally he tired, i scurried off the chair, knelt between his legs, lowered his zipper, and carefully removed his genitals. i weighed his balls in one hand, then sucked him deep and hard, hoping to bring him to release quickly, expecting to taste his salty hot issue. But he took control, cradled my head, determined the pace, and then at his right time turned me over on my belly. He squeezed the hot cheeks of my ass till i winced and groaned then he parted them and expectorated a huge gob of spittle. i felt like retching, but i just spread my legs wider like a good boy. When he entered me, i wanted to scream. Louise had trained me with Her clever cock, the hypnotic movement of Her wonderfully rounded hips, heavenly feminine smells and clingy soft fabrics. Despite the size of the phallus, i had always learned to adapt. Oh, it still hurt, but it was a divine sensuous hurt. It was what any slave boy or girl expects when a Master or Mistress claims their ass. It was that final surrender that haunts our dream! It had been easy to learn to control my breathing, easy for my body to wrap itself around and embrace Her phallus. i wanted so badly to be a perfect slave. But his cock was brutal. My muscles strained to reject him. i squealed like a pig. He reached around with his fingers and tortured my nipples while driving deeper and harder with every thrust and then finally exploded with a gush. In moments he rolled off me and quickly slept, snoring and farting like an animal. i crawled to a little cage in the corner and began practicing the words that i would use to beg Her forgiveness. She's take me back, wouldn't She?
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