Playing With Slave Dave

I waited five minutes after I knew he arrived. I wanted him to wait. When I finally entered my dungeon, he was as he should be. On his hands and knees with his ass up in the air, naked. He heard me come into the room and started to look up. I kicked him in the ass.
“You don’t get to see me till I say you can.” I told him. Just for that I purposely walked around him and stood there, tempting him to look up. I was wearing my black, leather corset with matching skirt. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail (you don’t want the hair getting in the way of punishment). I had on a vibrant red lipstick and of course, black fuck me boots. They came up past my knees leaving just a couple inches short of my skirt.
I walked over to the wall where I like to hang some of my toys. Paddles, floggers of all shapes and sizes, riding crops, whips, and some other home made tools. I brushed my fingers across them, trying to get a feel for which on I wanted to use. My hand rested on a paddle. 4 inches by 6 inches, bound in leather with and indent of a heart. This one felt right. I took it off the wall and walked back to where he was still crouching.
“I’m annoyed Slave Dave. Do you know why?” I asked him. He didn’t respond. “I asked you a question.” I use a strong, firm tone. I never yell at them, it would show lack of restraint on my behalf and I never need to yell because my tones alone can strike fear into them more so then any raised voice could.
“No Mistress Layla. I don’t.” He finally responded.
“You were supposed to be here on the weekend. I had to change around my plans for you.”
“Sorry Mistress Layla, my wife didn’t go to her mothers and…”
“I don’t want to hear excuses. You need to prove your servitude to me and this is not a very good start. For your deviation, you will receive 5 strikes from this paddle. You are to count out loud ever time I strike you.” I walked behind him and waited. I wanted him to wonder when the strike would come. I brought my arm back in my tennis swing technique and struck him hard.
“One.” And again.
“Two.” Again.
“Three. Four. Five.” My last strike was so hard his whole body moved. Every one of my strikes left a heart shaped mark on his ass.
“Get up.” I demanded. He did and I brought him over to my ceiling banister. I had put some rings on it so that I could restrain people to it. I had to stand on a stool to reach it. I restrained his hands as far apart as I could. He had to stand on his tip toes to support his body, just another inch higher and he would be hanging from it. I stood back and admired the pose. He was finally able to take in the full site of my curvy body.
I walked back to the wall and hung up the paddle and took down my favorite flogger. Red leather with 3’ long, thing straps. I had personally tied the blood knots into the ends of each strap. I came up behind him.
“I need to find out if you are worth for me Slave Dave. You have to be able to take a lot of pain to prove to me your servitude. If you can make it through this, you will be rewarded, if not, then I will never waist my time again with your presence.” I dangled the flogger over his back, so that he would have an idea of what was coming. Then I stood back and struck him with it. He cried out.
“Do you want me to stop Slave Dave?”
“No Mistress Layla. Please give me more.” Good boy
Each strap leaving a mark. I struck him again and again making criss cross patterns on his back. I put it back on to the wall and went to my counter. I took a ball gage off of it and approached him.
“It’s going to get a lot worse Slave Dave. If we continue, you are going to need this. Do you want me to stop?”
“I want to take as much as you will give Mistress Layla.” Perfect. I have trained him well. I put the ball gage in his mouth and fastened it behind his head. I went back to the wall and took off the bull whip. It was six feet long with a single knot in the end. I took in a deep breath of it. I love the smell of leather. I took my position behind him and snapped the whip just beside him. The sound made him jump and he started to tremble when he realized what was next. I snapped the whip again, this time the tip made contact with the meaty part of his shoulder. Blood started to trickle down.
I whipped him six more times, each time he cried out and bite hared into the gage, each strike leaking blood. I walked around him and showed him the blood soaked tip.
“Look at what you did to my whip. I don’t appreciate having to clean it.” I tossed it aside and went to my counter. I gathered some clamps and went back to him. I put one on his nipple and adjusted it so tight, his nipple started to turn white. I did the same on the other. I then put a clam on the inner upper thigh of both legs and the final one was attached to the scrotum. The pain in his face gave me intense pleasure.
I went back to my wall and took down my riding crop. I used it to strike his face then used the tip to play with all the clamps. Each time I teased a clamp it would feel like it was going to rip off.
Still not satisfied I went back to the wall and got my bamboo cane. It was a thinner one, which are the more painful ones. I rubbed it over his ass then struck him. And repeated that several time. Each strike cased his skin to welt. I tossed it a side and release his restraints. He fell to the ground and rolled onto his back. I removed the clamps, the release of pressure almost as painful as when I put it on.
I went to the wall one final time and retrieved a leather strap. I had sown coins in between the layers to give it more weight. It was 2 inches by 8 inches. I crouched beside him and struck him across the chest, hitting both nipples at the same time. He bit into the ball gage again, leaving teeth marks in it. I moved down his body to his thighs and struck him there letting the strap wrap round to where the clamp had been. I did this to both legs. I then put his feet up on the stool and held them in place with one hand while I struck them with the strap. Each strike sending and electrical surge through his body. So many nerve endings in the feet. His muffled cries gave me great pleasure.
I then kicked the stool aside and spread his legs apart so I could walk up to his crotch. I stepped on his penis and the heel of my boot ground into his balls. I applied to much pressure I’m sure he thought they would pop. I then walk beside him to his chest and ground the heel of boot into his nipple. When I pulled it off there was an indent left behind.
Finally I was done torturing him. He was breathing hard as I took the ball gage out. I was impressed with the pain he was willing to take for me.
“You did well Slave Dave. Time for your reward.” I undid the top of my corset, exposing my breast. I knelt over him and allowed him to take in a mouthful of tit. He savored the soft tit in his mouth. I then straddled his face and lowered my pantyless pussy onto his mouth. He licked and sucked on my pussy as I rocked my hips on his face. I dug my nails into his chest and ground harder. Then in a sudden burst I came on his face. I savored the feeling then got up.
“Clean this mess up Slave Dave. I will see you next week, and don’t you dare change the date again.” I left him lying there and left the room.